#LN Xiao Yi

[wedreamedlove]

We have now collected all of the men's Dreamland houses. I'm not sure how we're supposed to interpret these other than what they subconsciously prioritize in their "home" I guess?

In order it goes:

Sariel

Osborn

Evan

Charlie

Jesse

Their actual homes were revealed in the artbook here and are now used in-game as well.

[slimepuparibaba]

this is a rlly dumb crack au guys im sorry

okay but like i've been fucking brainrotting for some reason about my versions of my otps of some otome games and twitter is shit and no one rlly reads my tumblr so just

imagine the four of them meeting

so it's like this:

luke and his mc, belle (tears of themis)

victor and his mc, yu (mlqc)

osborn and his mc, jue xiyu (light and night)

ayn and his mc, xiao ling (lovebrush / for all time)

and when they meet its the funniest shit ever because they just talk about all the crazy things that happened to them aklsdjfhaskljdfhaklsjghaskl

Victor: I am the CEO of Loveland Financial Group, but I am also an EVOLver--someone that has enhanced supernatural abilities. Mine is the ability to manipulate time, whether moving to the past and future, or halting it in it's place. I've seen the world nearly come to ruin, but it was all resolved thanks to my dummy, Yu. We still have a long way to go, though. The Laws of our world are never finished with us, but I guarantee that nothing will stop me from finding her. Not time, not space.

Luke: I was a secret agent, but after a mission, I was struck with a chronic illness, so I don't have much time to live. I've been trying to find a miracle that will cure me of it, but nothing so far. I avoided my best friend, Belle, for so long, but after reuniting with her and joining NXX with her, I decided to try and live out what days I might have left and find our miracle, together.

Osborn: Racer by day, bounty hunter by night. I'm a free spirit, really, though I've had my own fair share of mess-ups and troubles. Sometimes, i questioned why I was still here, and argued with myself over and over again. Not to mention I can summon blue flames, which might mean I have God Blood running through me. Whatever it is, though, as long as Xiyu is by my side, I'm fine. After all, my Lil' Xiao Five is my light in the night.

Ayn:

Ayn: i.

Ayn: i am a music student at an academy.

Ayn: that. is dating xiao ling.

Ayn: i guess.

And then meanwhile the girls are all like--

Yu: So it turns out I'm an EVOLver, I became the QUEEN and rewrote the rules of the world multiple times, was stuck in a time loop, and I might... be the CORE or something? It hurts my head, honestly.

Xiyu: Tell me about it. I'm surrounded by angels, ancient foxes, vampires, and I might be related to a God? It's insane, and I don't even know up from down anymore. So much for living the normal fashion designer life, right?

Xiao Ling: Oh, I'm a comic artist, but some of the comics I draw are actually based on alternative realities that I've visited! In each one, I always manage to find my way back to Ayn.

Belle:

Belle: I AM. A LAWYER.

Belle: AS IN I HAVE A LAW DEGREE?

Belle: AND I DEAL WITH. CRIMINAL CHARGES. AND MURDER CASES.

Belle: ...WHAT IS THIS SUPERNATURAL STUFF, I AM SCARED--

in the end, ayn and belle shake hands.

Ayn: Oh, Belle, Xiao Ling is normal like us too. Right, A-Ling?

Xiao Ling: Y-Y... Y-yup!

Belle: *stares at Xiao Ling in astonishment*

Xiyu: ...you didn't tell him about the alternate universes thing, did you?

Xiao Ling: N-nope.

Yu: Thought so.

[hoerayner]

MC: *hits stuff with a hammer* your head is next!

Osborn: your heels are sexy, step on me

[hikoorie]

Tempted Heart PV

[wedreamedlove]

Hello! what are the LN men flower motifs? how do they correspond to them?

OSBORN = IRIS (鸢尾花)

The monsoon of early summer climbs onto the window sill, and the iris prepares to bloom.

in china, irises represent messengers of love and long-lasting longing. in europe, it symbolizes light and freedom. in egypt, it symbolizes strength and eloquence. blue irises in particular represent a pure and unadorned love.

EVAN = DATURA (曼陀罗花)

Someone like him should not possess the light.

daturas, also known as devil's trumpet, are a genus of highly poisonous plants that belong to the nightshade family. red ones in particular mean a bloody love... haha. i think it's appropriate for this man's intensity.

SARIEL = EPIPHYLLUM (昙花)

At the end of life, he thought on how he never truly appreciated the course of a Queen of the Night's bloom, and suddenly he felt intensely unreconciled.

queen of the night's have always represented the fleeting moment of eternal beauty because they bloom once a year and only for one night. this one is a bit more abstract and, at the beginning of the game, it fits Sariel because of how his degeneration was going to make him die within the year. now though, i think it fits the "fleeting" moment Sariel and the heroine have together because of their different lifespan. he will outlive her.

CHARLIE = CLEMATIS (铁线莲)

Please forgive me for I have sinned because of you.

clematis represent nobility, a beautiful heart, and change. in china, they're also seen to symbolize loyalty, tenacity, and steadfastness. it fits when we think of how Charlie continues to persist in saving people and the world when it's so dark.

JESSE = PERUVIAN LILY (六出花)

To him, there's nothing happier than reuniting with her again!

it has a very obvious meaning in relation to Jesse, the joy and expectation of meeting again! orange ones in particular though can also symbolize passion, an awakening, and uplifting feelings.

[wedreamedlove]

【SSR Empress' Gavel — Sleep Discussion】

I don't normally share card calls but this one was too good not to upload. To this day, only Osborn has the right to use these sort of endearments, haha.

[wedreamedlove]

[FIC] I Love You 115 (14/115)

Rating: M Characters: Osborn/Reader Word Count: 1587

Summary: Saturday mornings are for sleeping in and deepening the bond between a couple.

A/N: Inspired by the clip below, コネクト by あすとら on Twitter, and the factoid from the official Light and Night artbook that Osborn will involuntarily sleep face down in environments where he feels safe and relaxed.

Sunlight shines through the window walls, gilding everything in a gentle gold and providing just the perfect amount of light and warmth for you to read comfortably on the couch in the air-conditioned house.

Or rather, it would have been perfect if you haven't been staring at the same sentence for five minutes now because the emptiness in your stomach is too distracting. It doesn't help that, in the background, you can hear the family pets push their bowls around as they chase after the last crumbs of their lunch, making you hungrier.

Why haven't you eaten yet? Because you're waiting for Osborn to wake up.

For the past month, he had been overseas preparing for and participating in a cluster of races set on the same continent; meanwhile, you had an important project deadline to meet and this prevented you from taking time off to fly over and see your boyfriend. Naturally, both of you messaged and video called whenever possible with the time difference, but this physical separation only made the longing deepen. On the last day, after seizing the highest amount of points without much suspense, Osborn skipped out on all the celebrations and flew back to you on the earliest flight possible.

However, despite all this effort, he still returned home in the middle of the night and you only remember him giving you a kiss on the forehead before he collapsed in bed next to you and fell asleep within seconds.

And he's still sleeping even now.

Of course you want to let him rest as much as possible but, as your stomach rebels against you with another hunger pang, you finally give up on reading to distract yourself and check the clock for the fifth time. It's almost noon and you decide it should be fine to wake Osborn now.

You get off the couch, sliding into your slippers, and then make your way to the bedroom.

Quietly pushing the door open, the bedroom looks just like how you left it this morning. The curtains block out most of the light, causing the whole room to appear dim and cozy, and nothing can be heard except for Osborn's even and peaceful breaths.

The only difference in the bedroom seems to be that, after you got out of bed, Osborn had abandoned his pillow to grab yours and rolled onto his stomach to bury his face in it. The blanket had slipped down to pool around his waist and his entire back was exposed. You reflexively swallow at how, even in such a relaxed state, the definition of his muscles can easily be seen as well as how all the lines of his body are compact and lithe, from his slender waist to his broad shoulders. Like a predator, even when at rest it isn't difficult to imagine the explosive force lurking in that body.

You walk up to the side of the bed and you aren't able to stop yourself from reaching out to place your hand on his shoulder blade. His skin is extremely warm to touch and feels nice against your cool hand. The muscles are pliable in his relaxed state but still resist against you when you press down slightly and trace the line of his shoulder to his bicep and then down to his elbow.

As your palm slides across his forearm, you hear Osborn inhale deeply from the pillow, his body stirring, and by the time you get to his wrist, he twists his hand to catch you and intertwines his fingers with yours.

You laugh at the awkward position this puts his arm in and lean down to nuzzle his shoulder.

"Mm?" The questioning note comes out mostly from his nose, but it still manages to carry the husky rumble of having just woken up.

"Hungry." You explain in a hushed voice and gently bite his shoulder.

You know you didn't put any force in the action, but Osborn still hisses through his teeth and turns his head to reveal an eye that looks at you with affectionate amusement. "So, you're going to eat me instead?"

"Not yet, but I'll give it serious consideration if you don't get up right now. I've been waiting for you to have lunch together."

Osborn releases your hand so that he can turn himself onto his side and now you can see the smile on his lips that reaches his eyes even as he fakes a yawn and says languidly, "I don't know... the bed is really comfy, I might need something to motivate me to move."

After being together for so long, how can you not know what your boyfriend is aiming for? As you move closer to his face, you see his eyes fall shut naturally, which suits you perfectly, because just as your breaths land on his lips you turn your head to the side and peck the corner of his mouth. Giggling with pride, you attempt to escape out of the room.

The keyword being "attempt".

Sure enough, your professional racer-cum-bounty hunter boyfriend's reaction speed cannot be underestimated because his hand grabs your wrist just as you turn away and, with a force that can't be refused, he pulls you onto him and catches your lower lip in his mouth with a low growl. "That's not even remotely close enough."

Osborn surges up to slant his mouth over the rest of yours and devours you.

His tongue sweeps into your mouth that was already parted in surprise and wraps around your tongue to pull into his mouth, where he sucks on it. The tip of his nose nudges against your cheek as he presses into you, like there's still too much distance between you two despite how your lips rub together, and the breath from his nose scorches as it splays over your skin. It's only when you start to feel your tongue go numb in his mouth that he releases it to slip his tongue back into your mouth to taste your every crevice, making you tremble whenever he strokes over a sensitive spot.

You don't remember when your positions switch but you suddenly feel the contrast of your back sinking into the soft bed and something hot and hard nudging against your inner thigh when Osborn's pelvis settles into the cradle of your hips.

He releases your mouth to hear your quivering gasp when he rocks against you before he kisses you again. The pleasure that races through your whole body makes you boneless and you can feel the saliva in your mouth creeping out of the cracks of your joined mouths, except Osborn swallows this liquid greedily like he really is trying to eat you.

"Os..." You whimper breathlessly.

Osborn pulls back just enough to suck on your slick and swollen lips again and again, and the wet pops as he releases your lips sound abnormally loud in the quiet room as he asks between pants, "Can I?"

The flush on your face deepens when you feel him thrust his hips lightly and the cloth of his briefs, which have already turned moist at the front, slides against your thigh. Just as you open your mouth though, your stomach beats you into answering and growls angrily.

Both of you freeze at this inopportune noise and you can practically see the desire to consume you struggle against the desire to take care of you in his eyes, which have already darkened into a deep ocean-green, until finally helplessness overtakes both emotions and he drops his head into the crook of your neck, exhaling hard.

You reiterate matter-of-factly, "I'm hungry."

Osborn must feel you shaking with silent laughter because he pinches the skin of your neck in his mouth and grinds his teeth on it, making you reflexively pull up your shoulders and yelp as you try to escape the tingling pressure.

Eventually, he releases you after leaving several more marks like this on your neck and shoulder. "Looks like I have to fatten up my meal first before I can actually eat."

"Are you calling me fat?" You try to twist the flesh of his shoulder in objection but grow even more upset when you can barely get any skin between your fingers from the tight spread of muscles that shift and contract underneath your hand as he wraps an arm below your bottom and lifts you up one-handedly into his chest and gets up out of bed.

"Where did I say that? I'm saying you're way too light and need to eat more. I'm about to suspect that a certain someone lied to me when they said they were eating all their meals on time while I was away."

You cough loudly and turn your head to give a sonorous kiss on Osborn's cheek. "Boss Osborn is the best! I can't wait to see what you make for lunch!"

"Tsk, that was the clumsiest change in subject I've ever heard, but who made it so that I always fall for this move every time?" He turns his head to present his other cheek to you. "One more and I can consider forgetting what I just said."

You smack another resounding kiss on his other cheek as he requests and swing your foot as he does drop the subject and carries you into the kitchen. A day only officially begins after the two of you share a meal together and, from the looks of it, today is going to be a wonderful day.

[wedreamedlove]

【Kiss of the Beast — Osborn SSR Nightmarish Shadow】

"Of course you can put your hands directly on me... When have I ever refused you?"

[wedreamedlove]

【Love Makes Us One: Possessiveness】

This was a chat about wanting to feel his possessiveness and yep, in the end, Osborn will always have you prioritize yourself over him. Chapter 17 was such a monumental reveal about the depths of his feelings for you.

[wedreamedlove]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Light and Night released 5 love songs sang by each man.

Lyrics for Osborn's song below.

Going forward without a destination But having countless endings I search for the meaning of a dream When the crowd of people disperse Blue flames guide me to you It’s a proper trajectory This isn’t a dream, wake everything that’s fast asleep There’s a burning heart because of you Walking bravely towards you Are you willing to escape this rainy season with me? When you raise your head to look at me My heart and soul will never leave again Raindrops witness our past Don’t be scared of fear anymore Under the sunlight, grow without abandon I want to hug you even if I have to step over the sky and the deep sea In this journey together, you are here So I’m certain we’re destined to run to that distant place No need to confine ourselves to formalities Ocean blue represents life It can withstand the power of grayness I imagine the world suppressed by me I hear you call my name In that second, my heart’s even more certain About these surging feelings This isn’t a dream, the power of our hearts guide each other There’s a beautiful world because of you Walking bravely towards you Are you willing to escape this rainy season with me? When you raise your head to look at me My heart and soul will never leave again Raindrops witness our past Don’t be scared of fear anymore Under the sunlight, grow without abandon I want to hug you even if I have to step over the sky and the deep sea In this journey together, you are here So I’m certain we’re destined to run to that distant place No need to confine ourselves to formalities Walking bravely towards you Are you willing to escape this rainy season with me? Maybe we’ll embrace the beauty of this world The meaning of adventure The best memories are when I’m with you Don’t be scared of fear anymore In a sea of stars, your eyes give me affirmation The kite floats in the sky and points towards that distant place It’s a proper trajectory Holding your hand, as long as you say “I’m willing” We won’t separate

[wedreamedlove]

If mc had an ex who wanted to her back, how the guys deal with this ex would they straight fistfight this person or give them a warning to stay in their limit?

i grouped these two requests together since they're similar but, unfortunately, the scenarios i came up with for the men means they're already in a relationship. sorry, second anon!

You had just stepped out of a restaurant together with your boyfriend after having a dinner date when you saw the last person you would have expected—or wanted—to see here, your ex. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you and, before you could react, he rushed up to you and unleashed a torrent of apologies, begged you to forgive him, and asked you to give him a second chance. He had a look of contrition on his haggard face and it was clear that, in this period of time after you broke up, he wasn't living well. If it were anyone else, you might have felt a smidgen of sympathy for them but... You recalled how it was his cheating that made you break up with him and how long it took for that wound to heal enough for you to give another relationship a chance. You recalled those sleepless nights you spent crying and doubting your self-worth, the tossing and turning as anxiety wormed its way through you when other men showed interest in you, and the constant uncertainty of whether or not you would be betrayed again. You curled your fingers into your hand to hide their trembling as you rejected your ex and tried to leave with your boyfriend. Maybe your ex saw that he really lost his second chance and had no way of recovering things that he decided to burn all his bridges, or maybe he wanted to drag you down into the same miserable state that he was in, because as you walked away you heard him yell this out. "Only reason I slept with another girl was because you never put out. You're just a boring old hag! Don't come crawling back to me when that man next to you realizes you're nothing special and dumps you. Then you'll regret what you said today!" You felt as if all the blood drained from your face and extremities, rushing back into your heart as it clenched around a barely healed wound that began to seep again, and your fingers and feet chilled into numbness. At the same time, the man next to you stilled.

OSBORN

It was the rapid descent of air pressure around Osborn that snapped you out of your numb state and you stumbled forward to catch the edge of Osborn's sleeve when you saw him take a threatening step forward.

The second Osborn felt your tug he paused again and then pulled his sleeve out of your hand gently so that he could grip your hand. He frowned at how cold your hand was before he squeezed the tips of your fingers and then curled his palm around them, enveloping them in his warmth. Only then did he turn his head back to your ex and, although you couldn't see the look in Osborn's eyes due to being half a step behind, you had a rough idea of how vicious they were because your ex flinched back before he forcibly straightened his spine as if he just realized what he did and wanted to look tough.

"Did she ask?"

Despite his aggressive posture and expression, Osborn's voice was casual, as if he were just having an everyday conversation.

"What?" Your ex said, not following.

"I said, did she ask for your reason? For that matter, don't speak for me either. I'm the lucky one to be accepted by her and have her in my life. I'm also glad she didn't give you a second chance because I don't take kindly to rivals. You can try to compete with me for her favor, but be warned that I'm neither patient nor tolerant."

You don't know how Osborn managed it, since his voice was still light, but those last words were delivered in a way which made you think that if Osborn was riding his motorcycle right now he would have ran your ex over a thousand times already.

Your ex seemed to smell the same gunpowder smoke of danger delivered in those words because he paled.

Osborn gave him a curt nod in farewell except, due to his taller stature, his lowered glance carried a disdainful look. After that, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to turn you and propel you to walk with him in the direction of his motorcycle.

But then, as if he just remembered something, Osborn glanced over his shoulder again to your ex. "Oh, one last thing, if I ever hear you talk about her like that again then I hope you enjoy your liquid diet in the future."

EVAN

Something heavy landed on your shoulders and, immediately, you were enveloped in the lingering warmth on Evan's coat and the familiar smell of wormwood.

"That's impossible," Evan spoke slowly as he fixed his cuffs that had become disheveled when he removed his coat, making the expensive cufflinks catch the street lights and glimmer. "After all, I was the one who pursued her for a long time before she deigned to give me the honor of accepting my courtship."

It was only after he adjusted his cuffs that Evan glanced indifferently at your ex, freezing the words in the man's mouth, before he looked towards the road where Zhou Yan had already pulled up in a Bentley and came out to open the back door for the both of you.

"Now, if that's all you have to say, I'm afraid there's no need for further conversation. Shall we?" Evan directed his last words to you and offered his arm.

You quietly took it and were guided to the car where he placed his hand at the top of the door to protect your head as you got inside before he slid in as well and allowed Zhou Yan to shut the door and return to the driver's seat where he began to drive without another word.

As you reflected on the events that just happened and how smoothly everything went a thought suddenly occurred to you. "Evan, when did you have Zhou Yan start waiting on you like that?"

Before Evan could respond, you heard Zhou Yan reply from the front of the car. "I took it upon myself to elevate the Young Master's status."

It took a moment to understand his words and then you couldn't stop the laughter that escaped your lips. To think that Zhou Yan and Evan would tacitly work together to crush your ex through a silent show of force via wealth, power, and status.

"Thank you, Zhou Yan." You looked towards the driver's seat and momentarily met Zhou Yan's eyes as he glanced at you through the rearview mirror.

"It was a trivial matter, Miss."

A squeeze on your hand had you turning your attention back to Evan and while there was no emotion on his face other than gentleness and the amusement at the corner of his eyes, somehow you could still understand that he was seeking praise too and so you leaned your head on his shoulder with a smile. "And thank you too, Evan, for defending me."

SARIEL

"It appears you aren't too hopeless if your tastes can improve so much in such a short time."

Sariel's dry words pierced the numbness that settled on you and the moment his words registered in your mind you spun towards him. "Hey! We're all allowed to make mistakes in our youth."

"Mm, and luckily you're a quick learner or else I wouldn't have accepted you as my student."

Your ex watched the two of you banter in disbelief. "Hey! Are you two ignoring me?!"

Sariel's eyes cut over and their gold shine as well as the contraction of his pupils into slits in the bright lights from the front of the restaurant and street lights hinted at just enough strangeness that your ex was given pause.

"You're still around? Seeing as how your lack of sense and judgment reveals your single operating brain cell, it would be a waste of our breath to talk to you."

Sariel grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and his together, and then pulled you away to walk towards his parked car. Although he didn't say anything else, the grip that was tighter than usual around your hand seemed to be a silent promise that he would never let go first.

CHARLIE

Charlie's low and startled exclamation caught your and your ex's attention.

You both looked over to see Charlie staring at your ex with an abnormal intensity before he suddenly strode over. This abrupt action caused your ex to take a step back in surprise and clench his hands into fists in preparation to defend himself. For a second, you also wondered if Charlie was going to start something but instead Charlie stopped a foot away and re-examined your ex up and down.

"You're displaying symptoms of being completely blind and yet, as far as I can see, there's nothing physically wrong with your eyes. This is a medical marvel. Sir, how many fingers am I holding up?"

You watched, speechless but also on the verge of laughter, as Charlie really did lift up three fingers in front of your ex's eyes and move them from side to side. "Charlie!"

"My apologies, fiancée, I'll be right there." Charlie glanced over his shoulder at you before he turned back to your ex and took out his business card to slide into the other man's chest pocket. "I highly recommend you get yourself examined at this hospital and, in fact, I'd love to be your attending doctor. Just ask for Dr. Zha at the counter. I'll make sure you leave the hospital with clear vision."

Charlie emphasized the last three words like a threat and, with a standard and blinding smile, returned to your side to take your hand to put on the crook of his arm before he led you away, leaving a flabbergasted and somewhat frightened ex behind.

JESSE

It only seemed to take a blink before Jesse was in front of your ex and throwing a punch to his face while his other hand gripped the man's collar.

"Say that again, I dare you," Jesse snarled.

You startled. "Jesse!"

When Jesse looked back, you couldn't help but inhale sharply at the sheer rage in his emerald eyes. In your memories, while he would naturally have his own bouts of negative emotions, the majority of the time he was that ray of sunshine who always seemed to be smiling around you. It was rare to see him this angry and rarer to see him angered to the point of acting on it.

"Don't. He's not worth it." You kept your voice level in order to coax Jesse to calm down.

Jesse tightened his grip on the man's collar, making the muscles in his arm bunch up visibly even underneath his sleeve, before—after a tense breath—he released your ex with a shove. Your ex stumbled back and fell onto his bottom, coughing and swearing.

In rough, jerky movements, Jesse pulled out his wallet and took out bills to throw onto your ex. "For your medical bills. But if I ever see you near her again, I won't let you off as easily as this..."

When Jesse came back, you grabbed his hand and quickly pulled him away. It was only when you walked far enough away and you couldn't see your ex that you pulled up Jesse's hand to examine it, although it looked fine except for being a bit red. "Did you hurt yourself punching him?"

Jesse pouted, "Ow, now that you mention it, it hurts a lot and I think it needs a kiss to get better."

You laughed somewhat angrily and rapped your free hand on his forehead. "Serves you right for punching people indiscriminately."

Jesse flipped around his hand that was held to grab your hand tightly before he pulled you into his arms and lowered his head to rub it against the side of your temple. "I couldn't just let him say that about you."

"There were better ways to handle that situation. You can't just hit people. Remember, you're a public figure now!"

Jesse's words, when he spoke, seemed to come out in a sigh. "When it comes to you, I can't keep calm."

[wedreamedlove]

【Light and Night: The Turmoil of Great Yao】

The heavens are unpredictable, destiny changes too easily; A subtle power grows, turbulent changes occur suddenly. Armored horses, mighty soldiers; smoke in all directions; The world enters a dream, with whom are you with? The dragon clears the way, soaring high into the sky; Supported by the common people, the world revolves around you. The imperial court weighs heavily, a palace of jade beauty; The world enters a dream, they knowingly go with you.

[wedreamedlove]

【Light and Night: Year-End War】

Last night, the Warson annual party grandly opened. Thirty minutes before entry, five ordinary citizens of Guang Qi City came prepared, gathered at the venue entrance, and the year-end war raised its curtain like this… Who will be the victor of this battle in the end? Please watch the live video sent back to us by an unknown employee of the Guang Qi City TV Station—

[wedreamedlove]

I hold your hand with the intention to let you slowly know my heart. On this day overflowing with confessions, Blue Star invites the men to “make a heart” to convey their feelings to you. Love is an utterance that never tires. After receiving these feelings, how do you wish to respond to him?

Happy 520 everyone!

When you read out the numbers 5-2-0 in Chinese, it sounds like you’re saying “I love you”, and so Chinese otome games love to celebrate May 20th.

[wedreamedlove]

TRUTH AND DARE: SEASON 28 — RUSTLING SYMPHONY

[MC]'s Dare: Write a word on the other person's palm and this round only ends when they guess it.

An idea popped into my mind and I decided on what I was going to write. I pulled over Osborn's hand and wrote his name on his palm. Osborn: There's a lot of strokes, can you give a hint? [MC]: Since the rules didn't say I can't, I'll give you one. [MC]: It's a person's name. To add onto this, it's an extremely outstanding person. The corners of Osborn's mouth hooked up into a small curve and then he gave an "Oh" of understanding. Osborn: Oh, you? [MC]: No! They're someone who acts freely and has a clever mind. Osborn: Aren't you like this? [MC]: Pff, thank you for the compliment. I'll change the direction of my hints. [MC]: —This person often participates in contests and can win the award every time without any suspense. Osborn: This is clearly you. [MC]: When do I do this without suspense every time— I was about to explain myself further when I suddenly sensed a smirk flicker across Osborn's face. [MC]: Hold on, Osborn, don't tell me you knew the answer long ago and were just pretending not to know? Seeing me finally catch on, Osborn directly laughed out loud. Osborn: I guessed that the answer was my name when you wrote the first letter. Osborn: But your compliments were too nice, it made me not want to end this game that fast. I puffed out my cheeks, pretending to be angry, and Osborn reached out to squeeze my cheek with a grin. Osborn: But, when I guessed that it was you based on your hints. Osborn: I really do think this in my heart.

He's really just... TAT.

[wedreamedlove]

These are pictures I took from the Light and Night artbook of all the men’s houses. Osborn’s actually depicts his secret base and not his apartment in the city. In order it goes:

Osborn

Evan

Sariel

Charlie

Jesse