#ABOUT: Yuzuki's File

[magiclessxprefect]

Yuzuki's dance style is freestyle.

She doesn't have formal training, but she does have a good memory and can easily copy choreography by viewing it once. When she hears music that makes her want to dance, she will dance regardless of who is watching her.

[petals-of-a-heart-moasic]

(Yuzuki's Tag List - 1!)

[zephyr-bazaar]

Spinch and corn I hate finding emojis pretend they’re there

🥬 - Do you make up OCs to play as, or do you  give the farmer your name/make them look like you?

Thank you for giving me a chance to talk about The YuzuWren I love you dearly.

It really depends on the game and character!! Most of the time I do self insert, but I do enjoy making OCs as well!! It adds a lot of depth to the game as well as your character unfolds.

My favorite BokuMono OC Ship, as I say in my pinned, is my 100 hour 3OT file ship The YuzuWren.

I made them in 2020, and they were the first OCxCanon ship I made, period!! I went into them a little here (along with my other OCxCanon BokuMono ship) but some little details besides the rough outline;

-They have a pet Daschund named Haruki; he was a wedding gift from Wren to Yuzuki upon him moving to their farm.

-Despite it leaning more feminine, Wren never takes off the hairpiece yuzuki gives you for maxing Tsuyukusa. He knows Yuzuki isn’t misgendering him, and he likes having a piece made by his husband in his hair.

-Their favorite baths are the simple pine spring and on occasion, the wine spring. They do it to help rest after a hard day of wren working on a stupid amount of crops and his one whole sheep and his one whole alpaca.

-Wren can’t cook and all Yuzuki knows how to make is sweets. If it wasn’t for Gay Uncle Frank it’d be all over.

-I know I said in the post that I didn’t realize when making him Wren would be getting his top and phallo from Ford but I need to reiterate it. Imagine getting a penis from the guy who feeds you elephant shit.

corn answered here xoxo

[octahyde]

ocxcanon cringe

It’s OC X Canon week on Twitter and idk if I’m gonna do it and if I do it’ll take months and none of it will be posted anyways but i thought I’d post and give a rundown of my ships hi

(picrew used)

I don’t have many but I’m putting them under a cut just because that’s easier

Yuzuki X Wren- Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns

The YuzuWren… my everything… I made them in 2020 because that was the year I started really getting into making OCs and finally played 3oT after being hesitant and skipping out when it came out due to how badly the concept of multiple villages was implemented last time. (Thank FUCK Marvelous learned from tott. Anyways) Especially because during the time of playing the file, I realized I had been repressing some horrific, horrific trauma of something that happened to me. They’re what got me through it and I ended up getting a solid 100 hours through their file!

Wren is a trans man. Along with his interest in farming, Daryl refused to accept him as a man. Gay Uncle Frank took him in not only to help get started with farming, but also to help him with transitioning. (As a side note I did not realize Wren starting to transition when he moved to his farm meant he was getting his hrt top and phallo from fucking Ford until months later and felt so FUCKING sorry for him.) (Another side note- Daryl refuses to accept Wren’s transness even after he becomes “proud” of his farm and hopes he’ll grow out of it, Marlena is happy to see how well her “daughter” is doing, and Lynn is genuinely really supportive but rarely gets to see him because of how she’s still young and lives with their parents.)

When Wren first visits Tsuyukusa, he starts helping out Omiyo and Umekichi whenever he had down time to make things a little easier for them. Obviously, this lead to occasionally checking in on Yuzuki as well. Wren got interested in Yuzuki’s jewelry early on and started trying to make more time to talk to him. From being sexually harassed from being so frail and feminine looking in his childhood, Yuzuki was very empathetic to Wren- he’s cis and he can’t possibly imagine how much harder they were for Wren having that his entire life. Finding out Yuzuki was also the unfavorite child to a significantly more horrific degree than Wren was likewise made Wren more sympathetic to him.

Anyways they get married and have gay sex and live an r/childfree life because I have having kids in these games LMAO can you tell they’re my darling yaoi

Mistel X Roland- Story of Seasons (3DS)

I started this file a while ago but recently got back to it!! And doubled the hours I had on it before in a week. Uh.

Roland was a born and raised city boy who always hated how busy the city was. He always loved growing his own vegetables on his apartment balcony and, eventually after doing research on agriculture, decided he’d do best on a farm. When a lot opened up in Oak Tree Town, home of his favorite writer, he couldn’t refuse and set out immediately. Indeed, it wasn’t long before Roland started visiting Iris regularly to talk about literature with her. Mistel, the autistic little freak he is, got curious about Roland very fast and kept attacking him with questions every time he came to talk with his sister. Roland found it incredibly annoying and started giving Mistel little presents when he visited to satiate him while he talked to Iris. This backfired, however, as it only got Mistel even more fixated on him and made him start prodding at Roland even more than he did before. Worst of all, Roland was beginning not only to not mind it, but also starting to enjoy it! At some point, he started visiting less for Iris and more for Mistel. Not that he had a crush on him. He’d never admit he had a crush on him. Eventually Mistel beat him too the punch and asked him out, and that’s where my file currently is!! Very excited to get to when he’s disproportionally hornier than every other LI in the entire series LMFAO

IdiYume- Twisted Wonderland

This one is really REALLY embarrassing for me because I haven’t done romantic yume/self ships since like… middle school

My sona is a catch all one I made a few years ago; Beatrice “Trixie”/“Trix” Hart. Normally I use her/him to terrorize anime boys platonically (she was first created to be an assistant to Klavier Gavin in Ace Attorney, and I think it shows with the name LMAO), but as I got more into the series and read Book 6, I Needed to kiss Idia Shroud and used him for this as well. His name stays the same minus the nickname because, well, I’m a trans dude keeping his gendered birth name lol.

He’s a second year Pomefiore bnuuy beastman at NRC and is BFFs with Cater. Him and Idia vaguely know each other, but generally dislike each other. Online, though, he’s Idia’s favorite vtuber and ok this is too embarrassing for me sorry JDKDWKKFSKFB

I prefer them a lot after NRC, though- I view them as both being transhet (because I am transhet. bye). Idia’s boymoding at NRC, and Trix is girlmoding quite literally everywhere except the all male school he goes to. After they graduate, they start transitioning together. Its a very very intimate experience for both as they support each other through everything.

This picrew is them 10 years post NRC when they’re fully transitioned because that’s usually what I think about with them. :) They’re very happy and love each other and their 3 cats and their younger brother and his 2 dogs.

Chenya X Beau Rhodes-Twisted Wonderland

My most recent ocxcanon ship and the one I have the least amount of development on because there’s so little known about RSA and Chenya is only allowed out of RSA Jail every now and then for enrichment. Beau is twisted from the rose from Beauty and the Beast! He also grew up in the Queendom of Roses, but a different part than Chenya Trey and Riddle. Him and Chenya were roommates their first year at RSA. Beau is very mature and committed to his work and studies in floral arrangement, in contrast to Chenya who’s. Well. Chenya. They end up balancing each other out; Chenya helps Beau lighten up, and Beau has better luck than most convincing Chenya to stop fucking around when he needs to.

The biggest aspect, to their dynamic, however, is something else.

I think NRC is one giant cringe compilation to RSA. They love hearing about the insane things that happen there. And, well, Chenya is childhood friends with the most ridiculous human being ever born, Riddle Rosehearts. And also Trey Clover, man who has spent his entire life being in love with the most ridiculous human being ever born, Riddle Rosehearts. Beau and Trey met as first years from Chenya introducing them, but whenever Riddle came up there was a silent “dude just wait until you meet this guy next year.” Beau didn’t know what he expected but Riddle met all of them.

Chenya does convince him to go to an unbirthday party with him though. Eventually. And he surprisingly does have a great time. That doesn’t stop the “I’ve had to listen to him talk about being in love with this guy for 8 years dude” conversations though.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Another Level: Playlist Reveal

hiiiiiii, this is also a song for Physical Paradox, but I'm just thinking about Another Level right now and how cute this song is for them: Family - The Chainsmokers, Kygo

I know water that's deeper than blood

Honestly? Rinko hasn't had blood family since Yuzuki died, not really. The Zenins always treated her like shit, and Naoya was obviously a little shit since he stabbed her when they were teenagers. (She also kinda, ya know, killed him. But to be fair, it was self-defense. Also, did you notice that she killed him almost exactly thirteen years after he stabbed her?)

But Nanami was her brother. She loved him so dearly, and he loved her. He cared about her so much. He would never tell her directly, but she knew that she was one of his favorite people, just like he was one of hers. Their bond is so strong that no matter what AU they're in, they'll always be close. It's impossible for them to not be.

I know some people, they would die for me We run together, they're my family When I get up, they gon' be high with me I'll say, "Forever, my family"

She'll be keeping Nanami's sword forever, by the way. She's never getting rid of it.

The kids? Technically she does share blood with Megumi and Maki, and even though they're cousins, they both admit she raised them more than anyone else really did. Yuuta? He is her son. Blood or not. Toge? Obviously her son. Yuuji? Also her son now. Nobara? Not as close yet, but she's her child. I said in a comment on Anything But Boring that if you are a child and you talk to Rinko more than once, she unconsciously adopts you. Paperwork filed and signed. No questions 😂 Especially now that she will be taking over as Tokyo Tech's principal, this is just how she'll adopt all the children.

Speaking of principal, Yaga was a father figure to her. A better one than Gakuganji was in many situations, but Gakuganji has also been a father figure, albeit a shitty one most of the time.

But mostly? Gojo. Gojo has been her family longer than either of them would admit. But she became one of the most important people in his life as soon as he gave her a key to his condo, and he's been one of the most important people in her life since he showed up at her mother's funeral, and then later at her mother's grave so that she wasn't alone on her birthday.

Also, did you guys notice the parallel of New Memories and I'll Take Care of Her? Both were on Rinko's birthday, just seven years apart.

Stolen dreams took our Our childish days, still Ain't nothing changed now we're grown We're still young, still got Our mindless ways

If this ain't Gojo. And honestly? It's Rinko, and it'll be the kids, too. Their childhoods were stolen from them. But Gojo and Rinko are still going to try to make sure they get to have a bit of fun as kids. And that they have people in their lives they know care about them and love them and watch over them.

But yeah, this is Rinko's lil crazy as fuck family that she loves more than anything, and she will literally kill for them. 🥹

Just like she killed Sukuna 🙃😂

[https-heizou]

kai ⧽ 22 ⧽ they/he ⧽ main: @https-furina

“hmm.. i wonder which criminal mastermind just protested their innocence in court… a liar by the sounds of it.”

deireadh (nation of death) m.list

all my oc info sheets use their genshin!au and modern!au picrews. elizaveta, jia yi & calliope do not have genshin!au picrews. qianzhi uses a genshin!au picrew but she’s a hsr oc.

list of my ongoing ocs;

qianzhi ┊ ┊izumi ┊ ┊chunhua ┊ ┊astraea

tsukiko ┊ ┊leila┊ ┊elise ┊ ┊kami

list of my archived ocs;

miriam ┊ ┊melisande ┊ ┊vivienne ┊ ┊ hestia

yuzuki ┊ ┊jia yi ┊ ┊violette ┊ ┊calliope ┊ ┊elizaveta

seraphine ┊ ┊nasira ┊ ┊nerina ┊ ┊malika

anastasia ┊ ┊adele

archived just means as of right now i’m not building their lore and other additions. you will more than likely see my ongoing ocs while scrolling through this blog.

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the case files for all my oc info sheets (archived included.)

[ information: oc name ] is the new tag for all posts regarding ocs.

✉️ — extra lore ! for misc. posts on my ocs.

📌 ; mutuals’ works for writing my mutuals do for my ships!

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the detective's notes. 001. my fontaine ocs' lore are wip - as are many of the others. 002. violette & nerina especially are headcanon lore right now and subject to change with more of neuvillette's lore. 003. miriam was a self insert oc. 004. i try to keep to the lore with little bends to fit my oc lore. 005. this blog is a safe place for me to ramble about my ocs. hate and judgement will be deleted & blocked. 006. deireadh is entirely my creation and is based on irish & celtic lore.

© https-heizou 2023.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Let's check out his file in the meantime

RECEPTIONIST: Okay, I finish copying; here are the 2 files as promise.

Oh thank you ma'am - will be on our way...

*as the trio left, Kairi look at the file*

Hmm... looks like Utsuro's file hasn't been updated since 1997 and it looks like nothing is wrong with him, he's quite a healthy baby.

That be when he was 5 years old, I guess that be when his parents started to become corrupt with greed but reading this file nothing was wrong with him.

Looks like it, at least we got something but we should check his home so let's go then we can head back to Tokyo and head over to Hiroo, Shibuya - let's go.

*the trio walk out but someone overheard...*

Utsuro...? Are they searching for Utsuro too?

...

Well, seems we found nothing; darn that's unfortunate...

Huh? Midori, are you okay?

Oh Jiro, I'm fine - but I just walk in and saw some Future Foundation members I believe, they mention Utsuro...

Wait, are... are you serious?! But I thought that Future Foundation would stay out of our affairs!

Same here but it looks like they are searching but I did hear a bit of it, seems they'll be heading towards to Tokyo in the Shibuya area and we need to search the other hospitals...

We better call Big sis Yuzuki and Big sis Fukumi, I remember those 2 are searching in Tokyo so we should inform them, let's keep searching.

*grabs his phone* Right, got it; did you know what they look like?

I believe so, we better call them about the description of them but for now, we are done here; let's go.

*after that the 2 left the hospital and head off*

[durotoswrites]

kTagged by @beck-a-leck

Post your WIP file names (no matter how nondescript or off the wall), let people ask about them, and reply with a snippet or description or other related blabbering!

I name most of my WIPs after the main character or ship I want to feature in it.  I usually name my story last, and I feel like I’m terrible at coming up with memorable titles, hehe.  Here are some that I have floating around in my folder:

Elli x Karen

Gustafa x Claire

In this Corner of the Farm1

Ludus Yuzuki Fic

Mary x Gray

Mary x Soseki

Pete

Sappiness1

Silence

Starry-Eyed

This Never Happened

This Also Never Happened

Trent Carter

Vesta

Wedding of the Century

Tagging: @julikoloveszestiria, @friendofbats, @emeraldhaze15, @krosaceae, @quartzfox, @candyqueenblog, @babylulururu, @jackiekawaii, @hikamaus, ​and anyone else who would like to play! 🥰

[highviewsmoved]

✽ overhaul x oc (NSFW) ✽ with the promise of a cure, a young woman uses the contents of her grandfather's will to her own advantage.

CAUTION WARNINGS: stockholm syndrome, references to illness, mental instability, emotional manipulation, unresolved sexual tension, voluntary imprisonment, voyeurism, obsession, dubious morality, masturbation. 

“A gentle hand upon a flower, causes it to bloom with love, you see. It takes a caress similar to that of a partner. It’s been a part of our family for generations, this ability.” He uses his hands to cup the sunken plant before him, slowly examining it as it blossoms upward to a renewed state.

The child blinks up at the older man, his eyes wrinkled with a faraway smile.

“But grandmother says I have a curse.”

The older man frowns, eyes downcast. “It may be, but to me, it is a gift.”

The child continues in a monotone that no one should possess at such an age. “All the flowers I touch, they come out of me, grandpa.”

The grandfather doesn’t know how else to respond, but goes and provides aid to the flowers dying from heat, the shade of brown passing over to a healthy green.

“It is a blessing, child,” he reaffirms. He is certain as the flowers that bloom from his hand that his granddaughter is special. “Always count them for yourself.”

Her grandmother lays bedridden. A restless thing that looks so close to the doors of death. Ume feels the tears spill from her eyes. It is a foreign thing to cry with meaning behind it, but it’s what she feels.

“Ume, my flower. Yuzuki left you something you must know. The Hassaikai, our business partner, can take you in. They can heal you.”

She sniffles, wiping her eyes. “Grandfather always told me it was a gift,” she coughs into her hand, an azealia appearing on her lap. Her grandmother coughs, but for a different reason.

“You’re ill, find them, show them this,” her hand is skeletal, like the gnarled twigs of a tree in winter. She nods, taking her hands. “I will, I’ll find them,” she promises.

Her grandmother heaves a shaky breath, passing quietly while the heart monitor keens a high sound, leaving her alone with the paper in hand.

Ume thinks of another time of when her grandparents were just with her moments before, still alive. Still there.

The hospital staff come bursting through, calling out to her and moving her away from the sight. She watches as they cover her grandmother’s face, they push her to the outside of the room.

Ume opens the letter, the will being precariously typed, the calligraphy neat and organized. Something her grandfather was always meticulous about.

It is written on this piece that she is property of the Boss from the Hassaikai. The newly appointed young lord of the organization.

When she returns home, doing a simple search through the calculated books her grandfather left behind. She sees the face of the older Shie Hassaikai and a photo of a young man she’s met and seen before.

A slow smile forms across her face.

Her finger tracing lines against the image of the younger man.

She finds them easily. Ume had to pull some strings. The company her family has owned had ties with the Hassaikai for many years. They developed pharmaceuticals together for people with quirks. They lobbied with one another.

It was all to keep themselves afloat.

And now she’s here. She feels an ebbing of excitement when she’s welcomed into their headquarters.

Ume sits across from the leader of the Shie Hassaikai. The young man was adorned with a plague mask. It’s a signature look for them. The massive paper is being read by the other henchman, a man by the name of Kurono.

“It reads here you are a part of the will that was granted by your grandfather, Yuzuki. The boss knew him for quite some time. And you’re fine with this?” Kurono is skeptical. He is clearly unsure of what sort of play is happening here.

She sits up a bit taller, attempting to seem much more presentable. She must play her part in this as best she can. “I am.”

The man, Chisaki Kai, one she has seen come across her family’s estate many times before. The one from the photo in her grandfather’s files. A young man who seemed quite lost when she saw him. Now looks much more hostile and methodical. He tilts his head curiously.

Mimic below makes a curious noise in the back of his throat. “You don’t think that’s a little off, miss?”

Ume smiles amiably, causing the men around him to shift uncomfortably. Her gaze was pinned on the leader. “I understand my duties entirely well, and I have been raised to meet them. Our families have had a partnership for decades. It’s to continue the union as we see it.”

Overhaul’s gloved hands she notices start rubbing against each other, she glances quickly at the motion but removes her gaze before he can notice. When she meets his eyes they’re locked on hers in a challenge. A heated fire in them, he surely must’ve seen.

“What do you gain from this, Miura? What's your endgame if you were to be kept by the Hassaikai? Is it a business alliance you wish to continue?”

Ume hearing his voice is all she wanted and she exhales shakily, heart giddily pounding. “I’m sick,” she says in a false, weepy tone. “I want to be cured and you have the capabilities to help me.”

Overhaul tenses considerably. Kurono passes a nervous glance towards his boss. Overhaul looks terse, Kurono can sense his hands twitching to rid this woman before him like an infection.

“What’re you ill with?”

Ume’s eyes glitter, the rumble coming from deep in her stomach, rising to unfurl out of her mouth. A flower upon the table. It was a shade of vibrant purple, shaped similar to that of a star with the center protruding yellow. Kurono makes a disgusted noise and Mimic reels back.

Overhaul feels his nostrils flaring at the flora before him. The belladonna, the nightshade resting against the wood of the coffee table. Ume in tears coughs into her mouth.

Disgusting, he thinks. A sickness waiting to flourish if he does not cut it out.

Ume is in a room of white. An area so pristine that she feels she will blacken it with her sight. She lays herself down on the bed as instructed and allows the men to enter with the needle. They say it’s supposed to be a prep, to see if this can really work to nullify the quirk enough to not be a bother for her any longer.

“We’ll remove the illness from you entirely, Miura,” the voice comes from the intercom belonging to Overhaul. She wants to laugh happily, she’s content with how simple it was to get herself here. They were so easily swayed. The tears leak from her eyes.

“Please," she begs. "I no longer wish to be this way.”

“Begin,” comes the buzz from the intercom and one of the men comes close towards her with the needle. The liquid is an odd shade and she forces herself to relax, the lower half of her body shaking.

When she can sense the press of the sharpened needle against her thigh she wants to pull away but she stares straight into the camera in the corner of the room, her eyes never leaving the tiny blinking dot. She knows he’s watching. He is alone and she is here with him.

“We’ll be recording you for updates on the serum we’ve injected. It’s still something roughly in the works, but there’s no reversal for it which you should already have known about—” The man before her continues to drone on about the nullifier and Ume frowns.

She feels disconnected, she’s been in this room for the last seventy-two hours and is beginning to feel restless, her mind drifting to someplace else. In her thoughts she sees Overhaul, with his face against her hand, her lips grazing his temples. She purses her lips and continues to nod as if she’s understanding. She hasn’t listened to a word.

The man coughs. “Well, we’ll leave you to yourself.”

Ume stands up quickly, reaching out. “Please, wait a moment,” her voice light and sweet.

The doctor of some sort seems rather nervous to be in her proximity, his body language on high alert. Ume notices this, thinking of how this room is on heightened surveillance.

She poses herself to be the perfect angel, a young woman in fear of the unknown. “I don’t want to be alone,” her gaze underneath the fluorescence like a sharpened jewel. The man’s entirely stumped, uncertain of what to do or say.

The blinking from the camera seems to analyze every inch of the interaction. She moves closer, her eyes watering with a pleading look. “I’m here alone and I don’t have anyone else, will you let them know that?”

The man swallows heavily, feeling the blood rush to his head, she has a mind-numbing effect on him. “Ah, yes,” he clears his throat rather loudly. “I’ll let the boss know, of course. Pardon me.”

He exits the room quickly, terrified Overhaul may have seen the odd display between them. Entirely unaware the young woman was smiling the moment he turned his back.

Overhaul sits up quickly, moving out of the observation room with a purpose. He feels overwhelmed by the sudden scene he witnessed. Ume was too vulnerable. No longer is the young woman with a horrific ailment, but now someone without it. It was gone and it could not harm her anymore.

She was as clean as that room she was in. She was a sight to behold and he watched her every waking moment bewitched by her. Seeing her with one of his men, alone and so close. It drove him to leave, it’s what’s making him go to her room to ensure the man did not linger or stay.

“Overhaul,” Kurono comes to his side, matching his quick strides. “What’s happening?” The boss doesn’t respond. Overhaul only waves him off dismissively.

Kurono stops, leaving through a different part of the headquarters, not wanting to bother him any longer. A part of him knowing full well where he’s going

Overhaul reaches her area of the base and stops outside the door. He could easily go in and see what’s happening. She’ll be there, in her room with her own personal belongings, and see her. He’s been watching her.

His first memory of Ume was back when she came to the old Hasaikai office, where the boss was in talks with Yuzuki. She was a dainty thing, with a twinkling gaze and an amicable aura about her. She seemed serene, something he was not during his early years. He remembers glancing at her, words not spoken between them, but her gaze held his. It never once left his, as if she could see right through him into the core of his head.

The memory dissipates immediately when he hears a gentle moan, he wavers. An odd feeling washes over him. Why is he here exactly? He is the one in charge and so he thrusts open the door, and he sees an image that will be seared into his memory.

Ume on her back, her hand in between her legs that are spread apart for him to see. He stands there, locked into place with the door closing with a puff of air and she looks up to see him, her hands hiding as she sits up, looking ashamed.

Her cheeks heated and a look of worry flashes across her. Overhaul hasn’t moved.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, her eyes watering and he feels a rapid emotion overcome him.

“You—” he can’t seem to get the words out. It was like he completely lost his purpose for being there in the first place.

His mind was screaming in itself.

Ume lifts herself away from the bed, her skirt covering the legs he saw moments before. She drifts to him like a phantom.

“I’m still not well, my display must’ve concerned you,” she tells him. She is now only a few feet away. Overhaul attempts to rein in his muddled thoughts.

“Clearly,” he spits. He wants to flee, he wants to tear her apart and then rebuild her back again.

Ume was a striking beauty, the mole beneath her lips. Her eyes were a shade of pink, her hair the color of mulberries. She was such a captivating individual that he seems to understand why he feels such a magnetism towards her.

It must’ve been the number of times when she has held his gaze evenly. So at odds with what he expected her to be.

Ume snares him with a hook. “You’re just as twisted,” he feels an odd anger bubble up in him at her.

“What do you know? You’re here on account of your family selling you like a business offering.”

Ume’s eyes flash. “I am here on my own volition with what was provided.”

Overhaul doubts her, she can’t be serious.

She steps closer, her lips a beautiful shape. She reminds him of a spider creating a web. “You’re a sick man yourself. You come into the room of a woman who has no way to defend herself from someone like you.”

“You’re a witch,” he hisses. He feels an emptiness in his core with this talk. He can’t understand what this is.

Ume is unsettling, he realizes. She’s not what he thought she was. “I’m not a danger to you, Kai.” The way she says his name so tenderly, like a woman in love disturbs him more than anything.

She’s suffocating. She’s a boa constrictor wrapping herself around him ready to squeeze.

The effect she has on him is vexing. “I’ve always watched you,” she tells him like a shared secret between lovers. He shakes his head. “Just like you have been watching me.”

He turns on his heel and leaves, shutting the door. Overhaul feels his pulse rising with each step he takes. The way she looks at him, the way she has him in her hands.

Overhaul feels a genuine moment of horror.

What is she?

He returns with an ultimatum. She could finally be released, with the exception of constant surveillance on her. She could return to her old life of doing what she was before.

Overhaul does not want to push her away but his mind keeps thinking of seeing her in that specific position from that day. He wants to get rid of it. He needs her gone.

“I’m still unwell,” she tells him. She watches him warily, but something in her is telling him it's a ruse.

“You’re still sick?” He asks, his hand moving to hover across her face. Overhaul feigns his own concern for her. Ume’s eyes drift downwards. Her day-to-day was a cycle. An endless myriad of nothingness except her own thoughts to please herself with. She’s been in this room for days on end and after their last moment together, she was hoping she had finally gotten through to him. Finally, the object of her attention returned. She has him all to herself.

Ume shifts closer. Overhaul looking down at her, and he does not side step or moves away. “I’m here to get better, aren’t I?”

He tilts his head curiously to her advancing. “And you are? We’ve already given you the antidote.  Don’t you want to leave here?” Ume smiles, eyes bright. She looks similar to a specific painting he’s seen in a galleria. The piece being a ghostly woman standing across the moors in a European isle.

“But you’re here. You keep me company.” He came here on a whim hoping this offer would be one that she would comply with.

Overhaul may have underestimated her, she's like a siren calling him softly from the sea, coaxing him to shore. Her words simply hold that much power.  

His lips feel dry beneath his mask and he swallows. Her gown is loose, revealing her skin below and a part of him feels he could move to coast his hand across. To be able to hear her breathing hitch, close to his ears. To be able to see that display of her legs opening. He ceases the thoughts. She’s at his mercy. He has control.

“I know what you’re doing,” he murmurs, more to himself. His mind has become a frenzy. A demented voice in his brain begging him to lay his hand upon her. One touch won’t hurt, it won’t. It would be quick, a simple thing.

Ume drifts from side to side, her hand reaching above to move a piece of his hair. Her fingers dance across his forehead. He grits his teeth, his gloved hands twitching. His mind suddenly gearing up for a tirade. It’s filthy. It’s disgusting. It feels wonderful.

“Then leave here,” she whispers. “Don’t come back.”

“You’re a vixen. You’re sick,” Overhaul emphasizes. This time he means it, but he can’t help but let himself be entranced. She’s maddening. Enticing, his mind supplies.

Ume laughs, she’s infuriatingly beautiful. “And yet you come, again and again. For me.”

Overhaul retreats, her eyes twinkling with mirth. He leaves her there, walking quickly away, his steps echoing down the halls as he moves around the labyrinth. “Overhaul, where are you going?” Kurono asks in shock, he’s never seen his boss move in such a hurry.

“To my private quarters.”

He shuts the door to his room, locking it, hurriedly taking off his jacket stripping himself of the ailment. His thoughts cause images to be projected into his mind. Seeing himself close to Ume, pressing his lips close to her breasts, and his hands placed where hers was between her thighs.

He feels tight all over, collapsing onto the ground in a mess. His breathing is all over the place as he removes his mask from the heat of it all.

Ume was dangerous.

His hands moving on their own as if she was puppeteering them herself. He imagines her there with him. She could be, his mind adds. That filthy part of himself could go in there and take her. Keep her with him all the while. It’s what she would want. It’s what he wants.

Overhaul unzips his pants, his hands grabbing his cock, feeling the girth against his palm. He imagines her there, she’s so real against him. She is stunning as her mouth presses against his dick.

Fuck.

He begins moving, pumping to get to a fast release. The image of Ume licking his shaft, her fingers dancing across his body. Her touch is absolutely vile, but it causes his heart to pound.

He fondles himself more, beginning to feel his body clench around him. This is sickening, he thinks. It’s not right. Ume is still there, the image of her never left.

Overhaul could’ve taken her into his room. Having done everything his filthy mind was displaying out for him, his pleasure exceeded all logical thoughts.

The idea of her as his alone. “Come for me again and again.” He hears her voice so close to his ear, the way she said his name. Kai. Fuck.

He’s so close.

Her pussy would be pressing against his shaft, she would be so wet, so tight. Her moans would be sensual when she continues to take him how she wants. The way it would spasm against his dick. He grabs his balls roughly at the thought.

Overhaul comes with a grunt, a desperate sound freeing itself. He shivers at the sensation of his own cum warm against his body.

A harsh breath rakes through him and he stumbles his way into the bathroom. He starts the water, the steam rising above when he takes a step in. Overhaul hisses, the water scalding against his skin.

He thought with this he could exorcise the thoughts of her, but knowing that she could be doing this too. Ume’s own fingers deep inside of her, imagining himself was something he never experienced before.

A pleasure all their own.

Ume imagines what she would do if Kai would come and stay with her. If he would be willing to let her touch him, to touch her. His large, gloved hands caressing her thighs, reaching up to grab her breasts.

She begins trailing her own fingers down to her thighs, reaching the clit, the gentle motions budding into herself.

The thoughts of Overhaul down on his knees for her, what a simple touch could do. She moans, her fingers working with a quickened pace to reach her own orgasm. A fast one to rid herself of her desire. She needed to continue her control. She was the one above him. He couldn’t kill her even if he tried.

He kept her here offering whatever possible to release her, but her devotion to him and her own cause kept her to stay in this room so he could return.

Ume puts him through a hideous pattern and it pushes her to the edge. The tightening of her abdomen is ready for her to cum and she does. She arches her back, the sensation of her quivering pussy overwhelming.

The arousal of her knowing that he’s in his room, touching himself despite his abhorrence to it. She licks her juices off of her fingers, her breath heavy as she watches the familiar red dot of the camera.

Ume’s awakened by the opening of the door, and one of the many men announcing she’s allowed free reign to wander their base. That her status was cleared, that the nullifier accomplished its effect and healed her.

She was now free.

It was another offer she realizes, to really get her to leave this place. But she’s having so much fun here, in her own little space. She wishes to be a blight.

A stain that is so deep that it leaves Overhaul a crumbling, cumming mess every time he leaves her room.

He doesn’t touch her, there is no tenderness. Just her words and his own, and a continuous cycle of touching themselves at moments she hopes are timed at the same.

She smiles at the men, a coy thing that holds so much, but does not provide them with what exactly she’s thinking.

Ume’s not done here. She’ll see this through in its entirety.

“I won’t be going,” she sits against the wall, her hair so long that she toys with one of the strands. “I want to be here.”

They seem a bit nervous about her response. Not exactly sure what the procedure for a willing asset is.

“You can leave now,” Ume says. “I won’t be asked again.” They can hear the threat in her tone, her eyes narrowing as the men shuffle out in fear of incurring her terrifying attitude.

Overhaul returns with a quickened haste. Not even bothering to knock on her door and she grins.

“You’re a wretched thing, aren’t you,” he states. His finger pointed at her. She stares at the appendage; wishing to take it deep against her throat.

“I am, but aren’t you?” She’s challenging him. Miura Ume is a shogi piece on the board. The way she calculates his every mood, her eyes gauging him. She could eat him alive. It’s nauseating.

“I could kill you,” he’s trying to convince himself it’s the only rational thing to do. She sits up, the chemise sliding down her shoulder exposing her supple skin. He yearns, a sick part of him wants to see her exposed for him.

He wants to touch her just once.

No! His mind screams. She’s foul. She’s stunning.

Ume moves her hands to hold his, he begins to tremble. He wishes he could grapple with his failing control. To get back at her. She purses her mouth against the tip of his gloved finger, tongue brushing against the leather. When she bites down she never looks away from his sight.

He makes a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat. Ume releases her hold on him and licks her lips. The pink of her tongue swipes the redness of her mouth. Overhaul is a mess of a man. What kind of the leader of this organization is he, that he is seduced by a single woman.

Ume lowers herself onto her knees, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She’s close to the crotch of his pants and he wants to run. So he can rid himself of these thoughts she’s causing.

“You won’t break your favorite toy,” her silky voice slithers in his ears. Her fingers feather across his thighs.  Ume’s own hands wishing to dig into him.

The light sensation causes shockwaves across his flesh. Overhaul is enraptured. What else could she possibly attempt to do. He replays the image of her mouth around his finger. A dark rumbling in his gut jolts him away, and she smiles. It breaks him away from the reverie of this siren below him.

He stands above her, he could press all five fingers deep into her neck, ceasing her diabolical wishes. “You’re heinous,” he grits out. A realization blooming in his mind that he’s lost this power play. He was already in her clutches the moment he saw her.

She owns him. Every touch, every single way he jerks himself off, the orgasms he has. It’s all for her.

He’s mortified. He feels the room is like a cage. He’s the canary in the cat’s mouth.

Ume pouts. “I could make you feel so good,” she says this as if it’s the only thing he needs.

Overhaul wants to throttle her. He wants to hike up her gown and shove his cock so far deep into her that it makes her hold onto him.

This is dangerous, his mind says. You need to clean yourself.

“You’re a plague,” he spits. “You’re just a wretched thing who wants too much.”

She laughs as if he said the funniest thing in the world. “I am, but you enjoy this just as much as I do.” Ume sits up no longer on her knees. He still towers above her.

Overhaul could end it right now. He just has to touch her. Let her rot against the floor. He’s torn, he fears she’ll reanimate on her own. His own personal karma.

“You want me on my knees for you, telling you the dirtiest things imaginable.” Her eyes were that of a feline.

She backs him against one of the corners of the room. Overhaul slides down against the wall.

He wants this to end.

Ume lowers herself to his level, her lips grazing his ear. “You want me to fuck you senseless.”

Overhaul grunts. “I don’t—“ he can’t get the words out. He’s completely losing himself. He can touch her. He can. He can’t.

Ume’s tongue prods against his neck and he nearly groans. The way it slides up to his chin. He would let her take a bite out of him. It’s what he wants.

He feels his cock hardening against his trousers.

She leans a bit away, getting a good look at him in this state. That longing look in his eye. The lust in his crotch. He’s only wearing his medical mask and she wants to tear it off of him.

“You’re spineless,” she mocks. “You can’t even help yourself or your boss.”

He snarls. “What do you know,” he fires back. “You come here like a leech wanting a cure.”

“I know more than you do,” she tells him.

“Your teasing routine ends here,” he stands. The way she moves away from him pushes him to continue backing her against her own bed.

“Is this what you want? Do you want me to fuck you senseless? Or do you just want my finger in your cunt?” Overhaul feels a recharge in his power. He could finally see her resolve falter.

“I do,” Ume flushes, looking away from him. A gentle admittance. “I want all of it.”

The room is silent, save for the labored breaths from Overhaul and the quiet words from Ume echoing.

They look at each other for a long moment.

Overhaul makes the move first. He presses his lips harshly against her mouth.

She makes a noise but tries to remove the mask he’s kissing her through.

He rips it off and his hands lift her gown as she lays back against the bed.

Her legs wrapping themselves around his waist pulling him to her. Her touch causes him to groan. Overhaul feels his head swimming. She’s delicious. The way her lips form around his, her tongue gliding against his own.

He refuses to lay his hand on her, that part of him with his clear disdain for touch still scratching in his mind. It tells him to stop. To cease.

She’s a drug. Her moans are intoxicating. Her lips drag against his cheek and she suckles his neck.

“I want you,” she presses into him, reaching to unbuckle his pants. Ume grabs his cock through the fabric. No, she’s filthy.

“Fuck,” he exhales. She’s pliant against him.

“Touch me, Kai,” she moans, her legs tight around him. His hips are close to hers. His hands are still balled into tight fists.

“Just one finger,” she prods. “Make me cum.”

He snarls. Overhaul bites her shoulder and she yelps. “I’m not touching you.”

She laughs against his lips. “Your loss.”

They continue like this, lost in the sensation of each other's lips. His hips thrust into hers and she groans a needy sound.

She unbuckles his pants, freeing his cock. He feels dizzy. Ume guides him towards her wet entrance.

“Fuck me,” she moans. Overhaul gnashes his teeth together, his balled-up fists feeling like an anchor.

He’s imagined this so many times. This exact image, her voice right at his ear.

“Please, Kai,” her voice calls again.

Overhaul grunts, thrusting into her. Ume’s cries were delightful. “Oh, Kai.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, and she hugs him tightly to herself, caging him in her arms.

She looks elated, something he hasn’t seen in her expressions. Her controlled, manipulative faces have only been used against him. At this moment she looks genuinely content.

His fists begin to uncurl. Just one touch to wipe the way her tendrils are covering a bit of her face.

A loud knock stops them from going any further, startling them both.

“Overhaul!” A panicked voice comes. “There’s a plan of attack from the heroes.”

Overhaul and Ume look at each other for a long moment. “Put your clothes on.”

He pulls out of her. The feeling of it winding them both up. He would let his men take care of it. He could finish here, before going out there to fight. No. He stumbles away from her. He doesn’t have time to clean himself and he shudders.

Ume is unnervingly complacent through it. Once he readjusts himself, setting his mask on.

She’s back to being fully clothed, her eyes blankly staring ahead.

“I’ll be back,” he says. His head dips, to get her to look at him. Her bright eyes stare into his. “I’ll finish this.”

Ume releases a laugh. “You won’t.”

Overhaul stands at his full height, eyes narrowing. “I will,” he promises.

He shuts the door leaving her alone.

Ume's trademark grin returning.

She walks back to her bed, curling into herself as she waits.

It’s been hours and there’s a breach in her room.

A team of heroes enters and there's a multitude of voices.

“Someone’s in here!”

“It’s a woman! We need a medic!”

They come in a cluster, checking her, and Ume’s tears come falling forth. Her character this time is a hysterical woman who was wrongly experimented on.

“We’ll get you out of here, miss. What’s your name?”

She is inconsolable as she gives them a name, a fallacious one. “Yumi, my name is Yumi. Please, I want to go home.”

The heroes escort her out with a blanket over her shoulders. She looks around the base and it is destroyed. The walls are crumbling. Nothing looks the way it did when she first arrived.

Ume tries to hide her grin. A beautiful downfall that Kai went through, she thinks.

So pretty.

The trip to Tartarus was a vicious one. The seawater lapped against the tides of the boat. The young charge, in connection with the Hero Commission, shields himself from the onslaught of the rain.

“Fujita! We’re almost to the island.”

Agent Fujita, one of Ume’s many disguises only clad in a suit and raincoat, nods affirmatively. “Good.”

The man calls for the steering of the boat to the dock, the entire vessel moving onwards and the agent does not budge. She stays with the breeze against her face, whipping her face as the boat’s sound alerts the officers on Tartarus of an arrival.

The ship is stopped against the steel dock as they rein in the anchor, wrapping the sails against each other as the young escort jogs to her.

“We’ve arrived. Please go this way to the base.”

Ume follows down the ramps. The clanking of the steel-toed boots beneath her into a rhythm.

“Private Personnel coming through please.”

“Identification is needed for passing into Tartarus.”

“I have it,” Ume says, her fingers handing over the passes and a note from the Hero Commission granting the access.

“Agents Gentaro and Fujita?” The man in the dark outfit is splashed by the nearby tide. “Dammit, alright. That’s fine. If they know you’re here. We’ll send them word you’ve arrived.”

Gentaro steps forward. “We won’t be here long, it’s a quick interview with one of the prisoners.”

“It’ll be a fast one,” Ume adds.

One of the other guards snickers. “As long as you both don’t try to break these monsters out.”

Ume smiles a familiar grin that halts the guard's laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The massive gates open forward walking into the long corridors of Tartarus.

“This place is bright,” Gentaro hisses. Ume doesn’t react, only blinking in response.

“The criminal you’re about to meet is infamous, you know? He’s pretty vile, kept a woman and a child, using them for test subjects.”

Ume’s new voice has a low tone. “I’ve seen quite a bit in my heyday, Gentaro.”

He snorts. “Alright, alright. Gotcha, well, I’ll tell the guards you’re ready to see him.”

The room they entered was accessed only through a fingerprint scanner, which Gentaro uses. Ume walks in, standing across a reinforced glass, waiting for them to bring him in.

Ume feels her heart rate pick up. It’s been months on end since the disbandment of the Hassakai, since their separation.

Ume was taken in with the heroes, saved by them. Or so they think. But Ume returns as Agent Fujita now.

She hid her identity, easily enough with a modifying bullet she received from the underground which gave her a new quirk.

It was the ability to change the face, so one does not recognize her immediately as the woman who was captured. Ume had many ties, connections her grandfather left behind; she was able to put them to good use. She used them all to give her this gift before her.

To be able to see him again.

Chisaki Kai enters, completely wrapped in a straight jacket, pushed forth on some sort of mechanism that was strapping him in.

“Agent Fujita, Prisoner 23554 is here. Chisaki Kai, Overhaul, reporting in.” The bleeping over the intercom disperses and she is granted some privacy when the guards leave. They had nothing to worry about since Overhaul could not wield his quirk nor did they know that Ume didn’t even have one.

She smiles.

He looks pathetic, still facing downward, refusing to look up. His hair is overgrown. He has tired eyes, stubble coming in and she wishes to grab his face and rub her lips against the roughness of his chin.

“Kai,” she calls softly. Her voice is the sound of honey dripping from the corners; like it was seeping through the glass. He shifts, raising his head slowly. When he comes to, his eyes widen in shock. “You,” he swallows roughly. His throat feels dry.

She coos, walking closer to the glass, her hands resting on the counter. “Kai, my destroyed, beloved,” she grins all white teeth and red lips. Overhaul quakes, feeling overcome with the oddest emotion. Is he excited? Is he terrified? It’s a rush of cold pouring through his veins. He feels the familiar ache of the loss of his arms, wishing to thrash in his restraints, but the poisonous woman is here and she still speaks.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Ume says in that deceptive tone of hers. It sounds as if she were in awe, but her eyes. Her gaze is so dark that he imagines himself devoured by her.

The reversal of the situation. The way he had her for months on end, trapped in his own area. He should’ve had the upper hand to take back his own control of her relying on him and the odd web of seduction they found themselves in.

Before he was free, he could’ve left her to her own devices. He should’ve killed her when he had the chance, but she stands before him on the other side of the glass. This time, she is where he once was. Now she could continue to see him, the vicious cycle continuing. He wants to yell, scream out to the guards. The rush of blood goes to two places, his head and to his dick.

“You’re here,” he says. She laughs lightly, nodding. Ume was a wretched woman for this. A parasite burrowing her way into his flesh, never coming out. He wants to heave. Her constant advances were intoxicating, they cursed his life. He loathes his own weakness for not denying her. He couldn’t have. He was so close. He aches for her.

She tsks, her fingernail scraping against the glass. The sound high pitched and torturous to his ears. He gasps, not knowing how to make her stop.

Ume presses her lips too close against the mirror, the shape of her lipstick leaves a mark there. He clenches his teeth tightly together so he doesn’t groan.

She leans back, admiring her handiwork. Him on the other side, just how she always wanted to see him. Overhaul, the methodical, locked away in a small room just as she was. He was her likeness.

Ume’s voice points out the obvious, but he can’t bear to think of it, he doesn’t want to hear it.

“Kai,” she says, observing him as if she’s viewing a virus through the lens of a microscope. His head hits against the steel of the odd-standing chair that he’s restrained in. “You look ill.”

The contamination has already made its home in him. In her. He can’t escape it. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he’s wheeled away back to his cell. Once the resounding click of the door encloses him in. He can feel her still there with him, the moaning in his ear returning and the tears are hot against his face.

Your loss, her voice returning from that time. Replaying itself over and over.

[magiclessxprefect]

Nightmares Yuzuki has had....

Sinking into the depths of the ocean...Something wrapping around her and dragging her further and further while she screams. When these nightmares occur she will steer clear of the Mostro Lounge and will decide to work at the Mystery Shop until she feels less shaky.

Darkness....Being in the dark with only silence. Sometimes she'll hear hushed whispers, but no matter how many times she runs or walks around while calling out to anyone she is alone.

Waking up back 'home,' but no one hears her or their faces are blurred and voices are distorted. Any time she tries to reach for her 'family' or 'friends,' she can't grasp them and sometimes a voice tells her, "You have nowhere to belong."

The what-if scenarios if the Overblots went wrong. Someone losing a limb, someone knocked back and not moving, someone screaming in pain as a spell hits too hard, the person who Overblots laughing manically before choking on the blot they've accumulated and dying in front of her eyes as she stands there helplessly. "You can't do anything. What's your purpose? Useless."

[mrslittletall]

@harvestmoonheadcanon​ Hello, fellow headcanon blog! I run one of my own, just for a different franchise!  I actually have played a LOT of them. I was 11 when the first for Super Nintendo got released and I got it for christmas. So me and my older sister went playing it after christmas dinner was over and we got so stuck, because we couldn’t find out that we needed to talk to the shopkeepers behind the counter. After half an hour of running around the town, we finally found out ^^’ And thus, a love was born! My first playthrough of SNES was such a mess, got married super late, didn’t had a lot of money and stuff. I went to perfect my game and I even managed to get the best endings one time, married to Ellen, with two children and we even got a THIRD. Sadly I can’t prove it... but I remember that we had a third baby in the crib.

Ok, then HM GB came out. I got it and played it, but was a bit meh about it. The only cool thing was crops for autumn and winter, the rest was a barebones HM SNES.  I then saw an article about HM64 and was like “Heck YEAH!” Only to get my heart utterly broken, because that game never released in Europe... When I was looking at video games in my store one day, I saw HM GBC 2. I looked at the back and it looked promising, so I got my allowance and bought it and that game was really really good! Like, they put so much into that litte GBC, it was adorable. So many crops, you could get a greenhoue and raise herbs and flowers, you could fish and the fish got even catalogued, you could catch bugs, you couldn’t marry, but make friends with the townfolks etc etc.  Ok, one day I was in another store and saw a game for the Playstation named Harvest Moon Back to Nature. I didn’t had money back then, so I left, but I got interested and later found a used copy on ebay which I bought.  I absolutely fell in love with it! Like, I barely did anything else for a while. I had so many save files, married all the girls, tried to get the most out of it. It was fantastic and to this day, BTN is my favourite title. Alright, then the Game Cube came out and with it a new Harvest Moon, AWL. Also a game named Friends of Mineral Town for the GBA, which was a BTN remake. Count me in. ...I ended up not liking AWL very much. I made my peace with it in the meantime, but it is unfinished and it shows. It could have been a lot greater and that pains me. A finished remake of this game one day would be great.  I more played FoMT, but I had to admit, I was very disappointed by AWL. I searched for info on new games on the internet and found Magical Melody. That looked promising... Didn’t release in Europe AGAIN! Ok, I am done! No more! I play BTN again, leave me be! Why are we never getting the good stuff?! I had kind of a falling out with HM at that point and concentrated on my apprenticeship and played other games.  Ok, one day I got some money for my birthday. My boyfriend came with me to the store, because I wanted to buy a new game with the money. I saw Magical Melody for the Wii. Holy fucking shit, that is the game I wanted but couldn’t get! My heart is at peace! I got it immediately! I then played it a bit, but because I was EXTREMELY into World of Warcraft back then, I still haven’t reached fall. One day. One day I continue it! Ok, but that was in the year 2007 and around 2008/2009 I got my passion for HM back. I bought HM DS, played it a TON and then bought every HM I had missed. Like IoH, Sunshine Islands, ToT, Animal Parade etc etc. I remember how hard it was to get Animal Parade... Starting with Grand Bazaar, I got every title on release date ^^  I even play the Natsume titles. They are lack luster, but have a few cool ideas which I would like to see in the official titles, like the crop mutations. At the moment, I am busy with meeting my child in every game. The latest I succeeded in that was Story of Seasons and atm I am busy wooing Yuzuki in 3oT, so that we can marry. But becaue that game is hella slow, it is still a work in progress ^^ Well, that was my Harvest Moon journey. Hope you enjoyed it!

[daylight]

Can you tell me your favourite waifus/husbandos from every HM/SoS/RF you've played?

OOOH yes I absolutely can! Thanks for asking! 

My first game was Harvest Moon DS. I could only romance the girls in that one, so my favorite ended up being Keira. I tried my hardest to marry her, but my beautiful girl in the mines was too hard to pursue, rip. When I finally got to play DS: Cute, I decided to go for Gustafa!

In Tale of Two Towns, fave girl is hands down Oracle, fave boy is Mikhail beautiful violin man. 

In A New Beginning (which I haven’t finished yet) my favorite boy is most likely going to be Sanjay, and I’m undecided about girl yet!

Story of Seasons: Nadi favorite husband!!! For girl it’s either Iris or Licorice. I haven’t married a girl yet, but I’m thinking of going after plant girl the next time I pick the game up. (Side note: this game has so many good love interests imo!)

Trio of Towns: Fave husband is YUZUKI for sure, and fave wife is a tie between Lisette and Siluka. I’ve been playing on a boy file lately, dating all the girls (and breaking up with them……..) but I’m finally going to marry Lisette in a week’s time ingame. Siluka’s breakup was the most heartbreaking and I think I’ll seriously go for her next time. 

As for RF, I’ve only played RF1 and RF4. In RF1 my fave is Tabatha, and in RF4 my faves are Forte & Kiel + Doug!

Sorry this is so long! I haven’t played a bunch of the classic games that everyone else has, but I hope this is okay anyway. Thank you for letting me talk about my favorites……… 

[dollibelle]

Needs someone to help coax me out of my irrational fear of playing a second save file in Story of Seasons ToT v.v

In my first save I’m building a nice happy family with Ludus but I really wanna start a second save soon to pursue Yuzuki. I’m just so gosh darn worried I’m going to accidentally save over my first love file.

Just in case I already created a backup save on my 3DS...but am I the only one with this fear? Idk why I’m so stressed about this plz help xD

[harvestmoonconfessionsv2]

I had a hard time deciding which character to marry in Trio of Towns and eventually settled on Yuzuki since I thought he was sweet. Then one day I didn't talk to him for 12 hours (since he left before I woke up) and his response was so passive-aggressive that I have since felt uneasy about even reopening the file.

[agentchimendez]

Lisette for the ask meme!!

Sweet darling flower girl of my heart!!!

How I feel about this character: LOVE LISETTE.... in Sasha’s file I ended up pursuing her when I thought I was going for Komari LOL.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Lisasha is the otp 😤 but Lisette is a kind girl full of love and looks cute with a lot of ppl!! I like her with komari, Siluka, maybe even kasumi 🤔 also OCs!! Please please fall in love with Lisette too!!!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I’m trying to think if I have any brotps for her... Ford and Lisette would be nice... Yuzuki and Lisette would be a really funny pair LOL. Wayne probably coaches Lisette on how to win her crush over!

My unpopular opinion about this character: I’m not sure if I’m unpopular here just because I don’t really see people talk about her enough to know any sort of consensus? But I think she’s not so naive as she lets on. I think she’s fine how she is, but she’s also a grown woman who runs a business and works in the dirt so I don’t (I stopped writing to yell at a bigass loud bird) I don’t think it would be fair to demote her to just innocent demure bachelorette. She’s got Layers!!!!!!!!

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I just want her to be happy 😔🙌

X

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Looks like [ERROR THIS NAME CANNOT BE SAID] is here.

*Hamato follows the hooded figure then stops at the door* Okay, they look to be headed here...

So... do you want me to put it in here...

???: Yes, it should only take a few minutes to download the proto-killing game footage - now plug it in before anyone spots us...

Wait, are...are they trying to steal it...?

Yeah right, as if I stand here!

*rushes in* Hey asshole, don't think you can get away with this!

...?!

???: What happen? What's going on...?

Seems I've been spotted, what do I do?

???: Keep him distracted, I'll keep downloading the file...

Hey, what are you doing here? You realize you can't be here!

And I already call security so there's no way you'll leave with that file.

...And what of it? I'm only here to do a job and that is to collect this file and if your going to cause me trouble then I'll need to be prepare to fight. *takes something out of his pocket.

Like as if I allow you to leave! *Hamato rushes over as ready to punch the person then...*

*STAB!*

*As then the figure who had his move, he was stabbed in the abdomen* Wh-What...?

If you know what's good for you, then you better stay out of the way; got it?

YUZUKI: He-Hey what's going on here?!

Shit, seems more people are coming...

???: Well don't worry, I got the footage - you can take the USB.

Wait, really?

*walks over and grabs it* Nice, well then... best be off; it was nice knowing you.

*is holding his abdomen* Da-Damnit...I'll remember this...!

Heh, then good luck - you'll need it, anyway see ya...

Hey jerk, hold on there!

*Shobai rushes over to the window and...*

*SMASH!*

*Shobai jump out the window and Yuzuki rush over to it*

Crap, this is bad; he got away...

*Rika rushes over and kneels down* Hamato? Are you okay, sorry we couldn't get here in time...

I...I'm fine, just got stabbed; call my dad and the leaders, I saw what the guy look like...

Understood, Yuzu go and inform Mr. Kinjo, Miss. Mekaru and Mr. Otori about this; I'll bring Hamato to the med bay.

Bu-But what about the guy, he just ran off!

I know but our priority right now is Hamato, so go inform the leader - will deal with the matter later.

...Okay then, if you say so.

*Yuzuki rush out as Rika helps Hamato to the med bay...*