#otaku life regrets

[cosmicstarlatte]

Submissive & Breedable (Obey Me!)

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You tell the brothers they're looking very submissive & breedable...in front of others.

»Characters: Demon Bros + seperate Dia & Barb mini stories at the bottom.

»Tags: ⚠️🔞 Suggestive 18+, Shitpost, Bulleted Style fic, Gender Neutral, Levi Is Precious

Lucifer:

"Luci! You're looking highly SUBMISSIVE & BREEDABLE today!" You screeched in the hallway, waving a hello at him. Everyone stared...in horror.

Lucifer.exe has stopped working

Rebooting

You did not just say that to the avatar of PRIDE

His eyes narrow & he gives you a small tight chilling smile before grabbing you by the collar & dragging you away

"I see. You're confused about your place. Very well."

You're severely regretting every choice you made that lead up to this moment

But also kind of turned on

Diavolo tried to step in but even Barbatos stopped him, shaking his head

You were gone for three days

You came back on crutches

Mammon:

He was doodling something on the board. You slap his ass in front of the entire class. "How's my submissive & breedable demon today?"

"HEY! NO TOUCHIN'! Grrr!"

Blushing furiously

[Secret happy Mammon noises]

His human wants him!? ♡

tsun-tsun activates tho

"The Great Mammon bows to no one, especially a dumb human!"

"Okay nevermind then. Levi where are you!?"

"Wait! Come back!!!"

Levi:

"Leviaaa...chan!" You sang out loud in the full common room. Levi looked up from his console & blushed in surprise. You strode over to the couch & pet his head. "You're looking very submissive & breedable today!"

P A N I C

you finally did it

you broke the otaku

Poor thing is a confused stuttering mess

Tries to leave the room in a hurry & keeps tripping

It's humiliating but you know he secretly likes it

After all you're claiming him in front of his brothers...so openly!!!

Finally makes it to his room & texts you

"I'm ready! I'll be a good boy!"

Originally, you were only teasing, but ran towards his room like lightning

Hes so pathetic I love him so much

Satan:

You saw Satan chatting with a few friends at lunch. You come up behind him & scratch behind his ears. He was a little surprised but let it continue. He was practically purring. "That's my little submissive & breedable demon."

He did not process what you said

Continued purring

Looks around at everyone giggling

"Huh?"

...

ohshitohshitRUNNNN

You spend the entire day running around RAD

The largest cat & mouse game anyones seen

Mammon was taking bets on your life

After RAD, you manage to run to the cat cafe

[Achievement Unlocked: Death, Diverted!]

Satan pet all the kitties and forgot about lunch

Meowww!

Asmo:

Every morning Asmo flirts with you at the breakfast table. For once, you decide to play around & tease him this morning. You say your hellos to everyone before looking directly at Asmo. "You're looking very submissive & breedable today."

He froze mid-bite before launching his food at Beel

In the blink of an eye, he starts taking his clothes off

"LETS GOOOOO!!!"

He starts chasing you around the house

Lucifer chases after him to cover him up

Everyone else joins the chase to stop Asmo

You were all late to RAD & Lucifer handed you extra homework for the chaos that morning

You got a text mid-class

"I'll catch you later! ♡"

Beel:

You decided to stop by the RAD gym after Beels practice. He was happily chatting with his team when he saw you & waved you over.  You decided to tease him in front of his team for fun. You got on your tippy toes & cupped his face, he smiled & nuzzled into your hands. "Oh very submissive & breedable today, hm?" You purred.

His eyes widened

He looked thoughtful for a moment & smiled brightly

"You mean you right?"

What?

UNO REVERSE [DJ Air horn effect]

He smiled & picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder

He ran out the gym with you as his team cheered

A few whispered prayers for you

Let me live my feral beel dream

Belphie:

You & the brothers head to the movie theater. Mammon keeps picking on Belphie to stay awake. You intervene. "Leave my precious submissive & breedable demon alone."

He let out a soft chuckle

"Is that how it is?"

Slips into demon form & wraps his tail around your waist

Clings to you & doesn't let go

"Only me right? Everyone else can fuck off."

Levi starts whining

Him & Levi have an intense simp-off

A wild Mammon joins the battle

Lucifer had enough & punishes them all

Bonus

Diavolo:

You & Diavolo were studying alone together. He kept looking to you & sighed. You asked what was up. He blushed. "You're looking very submissive & breedable today. I was told it was the highest compliment one could give." He said sheepishly.

"You need to stop hanging around Solomon."

Barbatos:

You went to visit Barb in the kitchen. You hug him from behind. You open your mouth & before you can even speak, he whips around & gives you a small knowing smile. He grabs your chin and presses his thumb on your bottom lip.

"How about you enlighten me on the subject?"

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#I volunteer as tribute DIAVOLO #i want him to destroy me #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me crack #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹ #shitpostcifer

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Can I request the brothers with a half demon MC?

Yes and I hope you´ll like it, I also added Diavolo because I thought it would be interesting, hope you don´t mind :D

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Lucifer:

a half Demon? how interesting, it seems like Diavolo´s plan to unite all three realms already succeeded, even more so without them knowing

honestly he will be a lot more strict in the beginning simply because he thinks your more durable than a simple Human

I mean he´s right you are more durable than a simple Human but he still shouldn´t treat you like his Brother

he´s pretty brutal sometimes

after that? I mean everybody knows they will be simps

but he will show you of every chance he get´s only difference between normal Mc is that when you can use your Demon form he will invite you only to show off

bonus points if your a Pride Demon, this will just increase his Pride

Mammon:

during the first meeting he mistook you for a new Demon and tried to take your money

needless to say Lucifer caught him

didn´t stop him from trying to take your money afterwards though, or any time after this until you got your pact with him

he will definitely say he doesn´t care that your partially Demon but watch his face when he finds out your Parent was a Greed Demon, which in turn also means you are one

he´s trying to impress you with things any Greed Demon would be impressed with, mostly a lot of valuables

it might take him a while to understand that you won´t be swayed by this

and that you don´t even act like Greed Demons usually do (blame the Human parts)

Leviathan:

he feels threatened by you for some reason??? a Human who until a short while ago didn´t even know they were partially Demon???

or maybe it´s because he can tell your an Envy Demon and doesn´t want you taking his title, actually would that even be possible?

Whatever! he only needed you to trick Mammon no reason for the both of you to ever interact again

if only he knew that not only will he eat those words but also deeply regret them

because not only are you very charming but now he has someone who can understand his Envy

I mean his Brothers can say they understand how he feels (they won´t) but there is no one better than Envy Demon to know what another Envy Demon is gong through with!

even if they are just half

honestly I feel like you guys could have an even deeper bond, more so if you´re an shut in Otaku too (but he probably won´t believe you)

Satan:

was genuinely curious if your birth was as weird as his

he knows it won´t be but he´s curious about the challenges of a Half Demon, Half Human (especially if you´re a Wrath one)

did it cause you problems later in live? for example more aggressive behavior? social isolation? trouble seeing yourself as your own person and not an extension of your parent?

the last one might be more personal

will definitely invite you to fuck shit up with him and maybe the occasional murder

just casual Wrath bonding you know?

he´s very curious about your life until you meet them, for example how old are you? I´m sure you´ll live a lot longer than the average Human

oh? why he´s asking that? no reason :)

Asmodeus:

doesn´t matter what type of Demon you are, even if you were his own Sin, as long as you aren´t interesting he won´t care about you

until he finds out you are immune against his charm and of course most important of all the untapped potential and power you have

then he´s all over you, the both of you are actually quiet inseparable

more so because of Asmo but you also enjoy spending time with him a lot

he´s very nice to you and always makes you look great

when he doesn´t get distract by you literally just looking at him that is

if that happens he will drop (metaphorically of course, those things are very expensive!) everything to keep eye contact with you

despite his charm being very useful it´s just so nice to look someone in the eyes without them being under his spell

I mean of course you are under his spell but it´s not because of Magic<3

Beelzebub:

definitely won´t like you staying with them

what if you eat his food? he knows best how Gluttony Demons are, even if you say no there is no way you would be able to hold back

didn´t believe you when you said Mammon made you eat the Custard and actually tried to kill you

Lucifer was actually surprised that despite this both of you befriended each other

Beel literally went from “I don´t want them” to “if anything happened to Mc I would kill everybody and then myself”

because your friends now he doesn´t mind sharing his food with you either, especially when he notices you haven´t eaten in a long while (ten minutes)

he does not know because your only Half Demon your Sin doesn´t affect you as bad

Belphegor:

well this will be awkward

I mean you did free him and made pacts with his brothers, but your still partially Human so…

yeah he was still a dick but at least he hesitated for a moment and got kicked in the face :)

which ended in a brawl between both of you, they needed Beel and Mammon to separate both of you

after that you became friends? everybody is just as confused as you on how this works

honestly it seems like the only time he was interested in you being partially Demon was when both of you meet

now he just uses you as his pillow and doesn´t care what you are

Diavolo:

a Half Demon how marvelous! he didn´t even start the exchange program and it already shows results

now all he need to find you an Angel and all three Realms would be united…

oh you heard that!? oh… you didn´t actually? great! it wasn´t anything interesting anyway!

spoilers he will regret thinking about setting you up with an Angel, he thinks you would be a better ruler for the Devildom :D

he´s definitely interested in the history of your family, which parent is the Human? did you ever enter the Devildom? can you use magic? do you have a Demon form? and countless more

maybe you would be willing to talk with him over Dinner?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me brothers #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #local does requests #mammon avatar of greed #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo

[gumdytoonsen]

Thank you AKIRA

Hello everyone, Draw Goku as a tribute to Akira Toriyama, the creator of Dragon Ball, this Anime will mark our childhood for everyone around the world.

Since my beginnings, I drew cell when I was a 13-year-old child. I was also a fan of this anime. I saw it on Cartoon Network in the TOONAMI block. I LIKED ITS GOKU TRILOGY LIKE:

DRAGON BALL DRAGON BALL Z DRAGON BALL GT DRAGON BALL Z KAI AND DRAGON BALL SUPER

I saw it with my family too. My friends who were the community of artists before I was friendly with them also to the loved, respected and talented community but I was betrayed by the Hated, Sick and Toxic community.

Well, it also has its Original merchandise in Japan, others are pirated merchandise that it sells in flea markets in all Latin American countries such as:

Figures and Toys Posters Stickers Keychains Tshirts Sweaters albums Cups Teddies and card games

I had my Goku poster and keychain and so did my aunt Nicole, well we missed them.

But there are fans who artists are loved and hated like:

Tablos, the Lolcows of the Spanish Internet, is the creator of the Fan Fiction Dragon Ball AF WAS FOUND

There are Fan Ficts or Fictions made by Fans published on Wattpad some are Good Others are bad like:

Dragon Ball Fran Fictions: Goku X Annita Goku Goku Vs Kratos Goku Vs Marvel and DC SuperHeroes Vegata vs Jesus What would happen if Goku got into other universes? And what would happen if Goku betrayed the world? And Goku locked in the time room

Also Old and New Parody Videos Published on YOUTUBE

The other one is Too Hated is Chris Chan The creator of the fan fiction between sonic and pokemon Sonichu was also remembered for doing LOVE QUEST WITH HIS OWN MOTHER How Ungracious I Use The Cursed Word with Kamehameha called CURSEYEHAMEHA

Well The Otakus And their community is hurting By Crazy and toxic Genete but they have their own fandom that is already toxic because of toxic people and Trolls

They hurt the Mexican Spanish dubbing actors like:

the singer Josafat Espinoza And Vegeta's voice actor is Rene Garcia

For Their Fans who do Bullying on social networks and there are also Drawings made by fans published on social networks and more searched on Facebook, Google and All Social Networks

Well, 8 years ago Akira Torimaya paid tribute to Stan Lee, the creator of Marvel and DC superheroes, for his taste in Japanese manga and American Manga.

Well, on March 1, 2024, the Japan Hospital sent a message from its fans around the world and said:

Dear friends and partners.

We are deeply saddened to inform you that manga creator Akira Toriyama passed away on March 1 due to an acute subdural hematoma. He was 68 years old.

It is our deep regret that he still had several works in full creation with great enthusiasm, furthermore, he would have many more things to achieve.

However, he has left many manga titles and works of art to this world. Thanks to the support of so many people around the world, he has been able to continue his creative activities for over 45 years. We hope that Akira Toriyama's unique world of creation will continue to be loved by everyone for a long time.

We inform you of this sad news, thanking you for your kindness during his life.

The funeral was celebrated with his family and very few of his relatives. Following his wishes for peace of mind, we respectfully inform you that we will not accept flowers or condolence gifts. visits, offerings and others. Likewise, we ask that you refrain from conducting interviews with his family.

The future plan for the memorial meeting is not decided, we will inform you when it is confirmed. We deeply appreciate your understanding and support as always.

Thank you Akira Torimaya for his anime that marked the childhood of his fans from all over the world.

Thank you for your Dragon Ball Trilogy

For everything and those of Mas

THANK YOU VERY MUCH AKIRA TORIYAMA

AKIRA TORIYAMA 1955-2024

#akira toriyama #dragon ball #dragon ball z #rip akira toriyama #DBZ #dragon ball super #goku #fanarts #2024

[yourunhingedgirlfriend]

We're back with "We See Red Flags, We Date Them" Family Part II

Introducing ✨ The Cousins ✨: 14 days with you MC, The Krows' Nest MC and Honey Hotline MC

Note: They are all sisters just like my first 5ocs (rh,stnaf, y&h, cs and cwp mc). Picrew link here.

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Facts about them:

Name: Angel ▶ Age: 25 years old ▶ She/Her ▶ Shinobo Kucho (@14dayswithyou MC)

Occupation: Librarian

Like Sugar (RH MC), she has a low alcohol tolerance, who also text her ex when drunk (it runs in the family) but not like Sugar who pretend that nothing happen, Angel remember all of it and will regret it for 5mins, would probably send out of context memes.

Likes: Macaroons, Romance Books, Autumn, HARUKOOOOOOOO!

Dislikes: Her apartment, her landlord, her younger siblings (Honey) failing grades

She has a secret life as an otaku that only Sweetheart (STNAF MC) and Ren knows. Weeb Cousin and Boyfriend unite!!! Tried to cosplay Hange once.

A Swiftie 4 life! Everytime Mother Taylor release a new album/song, she create fake scenarios that Ren dont love her just to fully grasp the emotion of the song. (And Ren trying to memorize the lyrics of all Taylor Swift song)

Her motto in life: So it turns out that being an adult is mostly just googling how to do stuff. Send help!

Name: Dove ▶ Age: 23 years old ▶ She/Her ▶ Voice HC: Misturi Kanroji (@thekrows-nest MC)

Occupation: Part time Vet assistant, currently studying Veterinarian Medicine

Mi Vida (Cannibal Sweetheart MC) and Dove are currently in the same university. Camping buddies with "YOU" (You and Him MC)

Likes: Animals, Macha Green Tea, Nature, Krow's sketches

Dislikes: Dirty Surroundings, Summer, Horror Movies

She met Krow in Mcdonalds when Angel (with his boyfriend Ren) make them order a chicken nuggets to avail student discount (and a happy meal). While River recording it for "memories" :D

Love to pats Krows head just to annoy him. Also hates chicken nuggets and fries. So, match made in heaven as they say.

Her motto in life: I stress about stress before that's even stress to stress about.

Name: Honey ▶ Age: 21 years old ▶ She/They ▶ Voice HC: Daki (@ringringringbananafone MC)

Occupation: works as a part time cashier in a convenience store, currently studying Computer Engineering

Honey likes to do weekly 'therapy' shopping with her cousins: the twins, Cara Mia (CWP MC) and Sweetheart. Would cry later bc they all bought stupid things thay they didnt need after all.

Likes: Sherlock Holmes, spicy ramen, Mallows, Manhwa

Dislikes: Her older sister expectations, studying (sometimes), making decisions, responsibilities

Bestfriend with Ames and Seon. Prank buddies with Vain and Elliot.

Loves to flirt with Fone just to make him blush. (Note: Krow accidentally spill about Fone having a big crush on Honey in a truth and dare game with Angel, Ren and Dove.) Still dont know if they want a relationship with him or they just want to become Mallows Mom. Had major commitment issues.

Her motto in life: Will I end the semester or will the semester end me??? Stay tuned.

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BONUS:

REN: I lost Fone and Krow

Angel, Dove and Honey: How did you LOSE Fone and Krow?!

Ren: To be fair, they are very small.

*Krow and Fone marching towards Ren with their pitchfork*

#14 days with you #the krow's nest #honey hotline vn #my ocs #the yan-attracting curse is really happening #Yan's MC-verse #we see red flags we date them Family tree is expanding hehehe #please tell me to stop doing this T_T

[mageofseven]

reading your boxers or briefs post got me thinkin :o

fertility doctors actually recommend that men trying to have kids wear boxers, or even just go full blown commando, bc briefs lower sperm count (the area becomes too warm, and impedes sperm production)

how do you think the brothers and/or dateables would react to this info? :o

Okay this is kinda weird but also really fascinating!

I'll give this one a try, but I'll do the Brothers in this post and make another for the unDateables~

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Lucifer:

"Luce?"

"Yes, Love?"

The man didn't even look up from his paperwork as the human strolled into his office.

No response came after a minute so the demon sighed, sat down his pen, and looked up at them.

"Come here, my Heart." He pushed his chair from his desk.

MC scurried over and sat on his lap.

Luce gave a small chuckle at their movement before kissing their cheek.

"So what is it that you need, Love?"

The human laid their head against his shoulder and took his hand, playing with his fingers nervously.

"I learned something new today."

"And what would that be?"

A blush filled their face, but no response came from the human's mouth.

Luce kissed the top of their head and stroked their hair patiently.

"T-That...men who wear briefs have a lower sperm count and doctors recommend they wear boxers..."

Luce pursed his lips. He knew what his partner was very unsubtly hinting at and was...not a fan of the topic.

This man has been raising children since he himself was a child and he was...so very tired.

"You want a child, don't you, Love?"

MC hid their face in the crook of his neck, not answering.

The demon sighed. There was a lot of good things about parenting that MC has never gotten to experience.

Maybe...one more child wouldn't be so bad for this man.

"Would you feel better if I started wearing boxers tomorrow and we...started trying for our child?"

"Yes!" The human accidentally yelled in his ear and immediately regretted it.

MC hid their face in their boyfriend's chest.

"Sorry...sorry."

Luce sighed and kiss their head, his ear ringing all the while.

"It's fine, Love; as long as you're happy."

Mammon:

The greed demon was laying in bed on his phone, scrolling through various apps in his boredom.

MC has been in the bathroom for a while now and the man didn't wanna fall asleep until his Human was wrapped up in his arms.

The human came out a minute later, all antsy.

The man was too focused on his phone to realize such though.

MC slid into bed next to him and he pulled them into his arms before setting his phone on the stand next to him.

"Hey Babe?" MC mumbled.

Mammon brought his lips to their temple for a kiss before responding.

"Yeah, Babe?"

Silence. The demon raised an eyebrow.

"Ya good?"

The human curled in closer to their boyfriend.

"I...I learned something today."

"Yeah?" The man rested his chin on the top of their head and yawned. "Waddya learn, Babe?"

"That..." MC took his hand and laid it on their stomach. "That boyfriends who wear boxers have an easier time getting their partners pregnant."

It took a good minute of letting his Human's word sink in before he realized what they were getting at.

The demon bounced back to meet his partner in the eyes.

"Did I...?"

MC nodded.

"Are you...?"

MC nodded again, this time with a smile and tears in their eyes

"Holy shit..." He stared, eyes wide before cheering. "Hell ya, baby! My Babe's having my baby!"

Mammon held them tighter and kept kissing them all over their face, causing the human to laugh.

Life was about to be extra good for these two.

Leviathan:

The demon could tell MC had been acting...off most of the day, but really didn't know how to approach them about it

And ultimately just decided to cling to them and hope he can make their day a bit better.

Even once night fell, the human still seemed distracted, nervous even, and the otaku didn't know what to do for their partner.

"Hey... Henry?"

The two were curled up together in his bathtub bed, ready to end the day.

Except their boyfriend couldn't sleep without asking them about it.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Did I...do something?" He asked, worried. "You've just been acting all weird today so I was wondering..."

MC bit their lip.

"Henry?"

The human shook their head.

"Its not you..." They assured him. "I just...I have to come to terms with something I learned today."

Levi tightened his embrace around the human.

"Yeah? What did you learn?"

MC snuggled closer to him, mumbling something into his chest.

"Henry?"

MC sighed and looked up at him, repeating themself.

"I learned that...boyfriends who wear boxers...have an easier time getting their partners pregnant."

Wait...

Levi wears boxers.

...Oh no.

"A-Are you...? Did I...?"

MC started crying into his chest.

"I'm sorry..."

The demon didn't know what they were going to do; they weren't ready for a kid.

Hell, they haven't even dated for a full six months at this point!

All he could do was be there for his Henry and do what they needed him to do

...and wear briefs for now on 'cause this man was now paranoid.

Satan:

The demon was in the library, reading a new book when he saw movement from the corner of his eye.

He looked up and saw his Kitten standing there, swinging in place as they waited to be noticed by their boyfriend.

The blonde smirked.

"Were you being patient for me, Kitten?"

The human nodded happily as the man set his book down and reached out to slide them onto his lap.

Thats when he noticed they were carrying some papers.

The blonde raise an eyebrow.

"Do you have something for me, little one?

The papers start to crumple in their hands as their grip tightened.

Satan kissed their cheek and rocked them a bit.

"It's okay; you can tell me."

MC didn't respond; they just pointed to a highlighted section on the paper.

The man gently took the paper and could feel his Kitten lightly squirm on his lap as he read what was apparently an article on male fertility.

The highlighted section was on underwear choice and explaining how briefs kept things too hot down below and lowered a man's sperm count.

The blonde sighed, well aware of the human's message.

Of course his Kitten wanted to be a parent. They'd be an amazing one too; he knew it. They were sweet and caring and had so much love to give

However...

"I'm sorry, Kitten."

The man watched as his partner deflate in his arms.

He sat the papers on his book before tightening his embrace around them.

"You would be an excellent parent; I know you would." He gave a kiss to their cheek. "However I...am not quite ready for this sort of life change."

MC stared down at their hands.

The blonde brought his hand to their chin and gently brought them to face him.

"Right now...I just want to focus on us. On you." He stroked their cheek. "I just want to give you every ounce of love my heart can create. Someday, we can... revisit this topic, but for now, I just want to focus on you."

His partner still looked so disappointed.

Satan sighed and gave a gentle rub to their stomach.

"You'll make a great parent; but that will be for another time." He repeated before kissing their neck.

The blonde hated to disappoint his Kitten, but he felt it was better to be honest with them.

The man continued to faithfully use the birth control rune on the human during their intimate time, but switched to boxers for them as a sign that...even if he's not ready for a child now, he meant it when he said it was something for them later

And MC took comfort in that.

Asmodeus:

The two had only been dating for last the month and half when MC started acting strange.

For a while, the human didn't seem to want to talk about it so the lust demon did his very best to try to cheer them up.

When that didn't work, the man wrapped his arms around them and whined in their ear.

"Dolly... can't you just tell me what's wrong?"

MC was really stressed out and had their head in their hands.

"Why couldn't you have just worn briefs more?"

Asmo raised an eyebrow.

Before he could say anything, the human shook their head.

"Nevermind that...was just part of something I read recently..."

"Do you mean that thing going around online about underwear and a man's sperm count?"

MC nodded.

Asmo was about to ask why they're so concerned about his sperm count when it hit him.

"I...Dolly..."

The human started crying.

"It was one time."

The two haven't been dating long, but slept together for the first time recently.

It was...very impromptu so neither thought to use protection

And now his Dolly is pregnant.

The demon rubbed their back and made comforting 'shhh' sounds in their ears.

"Doll...it'll be okay."

"How? How could this ever be okay? We can't do this..."

"We can do anything." He lowered his arms around their waist and peppered sweet kisses over their face. "No matter how soon this is, we can handle this together."

He gave a loving rub to their still-flat stomach before whispering into their ear.

"We can do whatever you want about this, okay? I'll stand by you no matter what."

The couple needs time to decide how to proceed with this, but regardless of what they choose to do about this baby, Asmo, was prepared to be extra careful about protection in the future and was even willing to wear briefs more instead of his usual commando way to make his Dolly more comfortable.

Beelzebub:

"Beely?"

The gluttony demon swallowed the food in his mouth reaching out and taking their partner's hand.

"Are you ready to talk about it, Muffin?"

The human gave a shy nod.

They've been a bit out of it all day and though worried, their boyfriend was waiting patiently for them to be ready to talk to him about it.

"I...I've kinda been paranoid about something lately."

The big guy raised an eyebrow.

MC nervously swung their hands a bit, which was still intertwined with Beel's.

"I read something online recently about...men who wear boxers have an easier time getting their partners pregnant."

"I wear boxers."

The human let out a small and smiled softly at him.

"I know, big guy." Their smile fell and the light in their eyes dimmed.

Beely squeezed their hand.

"Why are you thinking about my underwear?" He asked, confused but still worried.

MC closed their eyes.

"Beel...I missed my period."

His eyes went wide.

"Are you--"

"I don't know." The human cut him off. "I...I've been too afraid to get tested."

The man pulled them into a hug.

They were...afraid? He knew that they've only been dating for eight months and haven't even talked about kids yet but...

This just seemed like such a happy thing to him; his Muffin could be pregnant. They could be parents!

Yet MC is scared...

"What scares you about this?" Beel asked as he rubbed their back.

The human shook their head.

"I feel like I'm only now just starting my life. To lose it all already because of a baby...Beely, I'm not ready for it."

It hurt the demon to hear that his partner wasn't happy for this potential child like he was

Still...

"Let's just take it one step at a time." He told them. "Let's get you tested and we'll go from there...okay, Muffin."

The human nodded and hugged him tight.

Their boyfriend offered to wear briefs for now on if that would help make them feel better, but MC said it was okay and he didn't have to.

They imagined that with his...size that him wearing such constricting underwear would be painful for him, but appreciated that he was open to switching just to comfort them.

Belphegor:

MC tried bring up the boxers vs briefs topic earlier that day, presenting it as nothing more than a 'fun fact'.

Their boyfriend found it mildly interesting, but his sleepy mind was too slow to realize that the human was trying to lead somewhere with that fact.

Later that night, Belphie work up to an empty bed and say that the light in the bathroom was on.

Since Beel was still fast asleep in own bed, the youngest brother knew it was MC in there

And for some reason, his intuition was prickling.

The tired man got out of bed and approached the door.

Since it was left ajar, the demon had no issues peeking in

When he saw his partner holding a pregnancy test.

He pushed open the door, accidentally scaring the human in the process.

Were they--were they???

The man took the test from their hands and read it.

Negative. Oh thank the devil...

He tossed the test in the trash and slumped against his partner.

"Belphie?"

The man let out a heavy sigh before leading them both to sit on the edge of the tub and squeezing the human's hand.

"Look, I'm sorry just...next time you think you might be pregnant, just tell me. I won't be mad just--just don't hide it from me, okay?"

The demon knew with his luck that there probably will be a next time and that next test very well could say positive

Which honestly scares the man more than he wants to admit.

Starts doubling up on protection during their intimate time and wears briefs almost religiously.

[twoksoo]

Secret Ending || 01

→ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

→ Genre: videogame!au, fluff, smut (in the future tho), slow burn, historical if you squint your eyes.

→ Rating and warnings: +18, brief depictions of vomit, drinking alcohol, death but not really, everyone is kinda cringe, reader is self-aware and likes to swear a lot

→ Word count: 10,581

→ Summary: After a shady accident in the back of an alley, you wake up reincarnated as the villainess of a mediocre romance video game you've been hooked up with. As you try to avoid triggering the flags that lead to impending death with the power of knowledge, you'll notice that maybe not all paths have been cleared yet.

→ Author’s note: first part of three (hopefully) Totally based on that manwha called “beware the villainess”, it’s so good you should read it. english is not my first language so you should expect mistakes here and there 👁️ also, I've already posted this on ao3

It was in an alley, at the youthful age of twenty-five, that you died.

You thought your life wasn't remarkable at all. And let's not get this the wrong way. Your life wasn't bad per se. You didn't have any sorrowful regret or a groundbreaking backstory that made you somehow special or unique. But you have a loving family, loving friends. A cute, little dog named Diego and an okay apartment in the suburbs of the city. Even a good desk job! After years of sweat and tears in college, all the pain paid off when you managed to get a position at your dream job. Which was your main goal in life. That's it, you accomplished the thing you wanted the most, your family was thriving in your success… and then you didn't know what else to do with yourself after that.

So yeah, pretty boring.

The routine and being an adult, in general, was lackluster to you. Sometimes you even hated your coworkers a little bit. It's not like they were bad, but on certain days, their teasing was too much. You know how older people love to make fun of the younger generations and their not-so-mature hobbies? Like when Tina from human resources noticed you playing a shitty mobile game in the break room and decided to tell everyone in the damn office that you were an “otaku” and that “my thirteen-year-old son plays the same things as her”. Gritting your teeth and fake smiling at the new nicknames those bastards threw at you at every chance was becoming more and more of a burden each day.

You could talk about it for days, always choosing to complain to your best friend on the phone or to the guys in the chatroom of whatever videogame you were playing that afternoon. Just because your hobbies didn't relate to them, they felt entitled to make fun of you, laughing and giggling as if you weren't there.

But it wasn't bullying. You weren't an otaku. You just loved video games, and that was different.

Back in the days, in the old high school days, liking video games and anime and all that stuff was frowned upon. Surely, you went through a lot of trauma because kids would be not so nice to you. So that remained. Just the trauma. You knew your coworkers weren't being bad, just—old habits die hard. You wouldn't let those comments get to you, because liking those kinds of things was not a bad thing. Now it was even cool! A part of “pop culture”, and everyone liked the popular culture. It was called popular for a reason, right?

Well, not if you were a functional adult, obviously.

Even your parents had some opinions about it. You lived two hours away from them, away from your hometown, so you couldn't see them very often, but still tried to call your mother a couple of times a week, and then out of nowhere she would start bugging you about spending all of your money on “Nintendos”, like if that was a thing. Even if you wanted to do it and spend everything you had on cartridges, you had sold out your old console to eat instant noodles for a couple of weeks during the pandemic, and the only thing you used to play with was your work computer. So you didn't need to buy cartridges anymore when you could just download anything for free on the internet, but your mom didn't understand this, and you didn't have the patience to explain it to her. So she keeps teasing.

Being in a new city without friends, you were a little salty that you didn't have the best relationship with the people who worked around you. Even if they were boomers, you felt lonely. Because meeting new people when you were an introvert was a pain in the ass, but you also wanted to fit in, so in the last few weeks, you pretended to be a full-fledged member of society by older people's standards, even if the only thing you wanted to do was to lose yourself in a fictional, pixel world, like Minecraft. But then, being an adult happened, and you didn't have time to play because you felt so tired after work, and now you had to engage in social things and—

And so, when the cute accountant from your office told you that they—he and the other irrelevant people of the office— were going out for drinks after work, you immediately said yes.

Finally, you were going to be a part of the boomer gang! Yay!

Sadly for you, you couldn't handle alcohol very well. After the fourth beer, the room started to spin and then you wanted to puke, but you didn't want to do it in front of everyone, and that was becoming a certain possibility after the shots of tequila keep going down your throat. So instead of going to the bathroom like a normal person would do, you decided to just go home instead, be responsible, and maybe throw up in some dark and totally not questionable alley at the back of the bar.

That was what led you to your early death.

You don’t remember much. You don’t even know what happened. At least you don’t remember pain— which was a good thing. There was only a brief period of darkness and then self-awareness of being fucking dead, followed by a throbbing that started at the back of your skull.

You awoke to so much light, groaning without opening your eyelids and sinking your head into the comfort of the thin mattress beneath you. There’s a weird taste in the back of your throat and you don’t dare to move until your vision stops spinning. Blinking, you push yourself upright, grimacing at the sudden nausea that washes over you.

You don’t believe in an afterlife, but you don’t question yourself when you notice that you are in a very beautiful room. Exposed wooden beams and large paper windows that open to a narrow veranda and a set of stairs that lead to a massive pond in the middle of a garden, you wonder if this is what heaven should look like.

After all, you should be dead.

How cliché is that? You die stupidly and the next thing you know, you are waking up in a strange but lavish place full of incense and some paper lanterns, wearing robes that feel way too expensive for someone like you, as if you were the protagonist of a mediocre webtoon. Yeah, they were all the same. You knew that because you loved to read them over and over, rooting for the main yet weak character that came with a whole harem of gorgeous people behind them. You even went as far as playing games based on that premise.

You shuddered, cringing at the thought. Now that you were dead—or maybe just in a coma, because you don't think what you're experiencing right now is real—, you felt kind of ashamed. Yeah. It was time to stop once you recovered from whatever this was.

Trying to put two and two together, the main song of “Dumb Ways To Die” keeps replaying over and over in your head. You are pretty sure you are not dead because the floor beneath your bare feet feels way too cold and if you died, you know you would be burning in the depths of hell, and not in some fancy but old-looking room.

As you are pondering your whereabouts, the door suddenly slid open, interrupting your thoughts, and a young girl wearing long robes comes into the room, carrying a tray full of things. You halt in your steps and she does the same, eyes widening in a state of astonishment. In a clumsy movement, she sinks to her knees and bows, letting the tray and all its contents roll to the floor. She squeaks as you hurriedly approach her to help her gather the things, keeping her gaze on the floor.

“My lady, please forgive me” she pleads in a breathy voice, bowing even further, her forehead touching the wood underneath her. “I thought you were still bedridden…”

You stare perplexed for a long second at her tiny form crouching in front of you and you take a step back, your hand reaching to scratch at the back of your neck in a nervous tick. The end of your robe is getting wet with whatever was spilled on the flooring and you groan, frightening the girl once more.

“Please have mercy on me!” she yelps.

Wow, how exaggerated.

“Hey, uh… It’s fine.” You croak, your voice is hoarse. Clearing your throat, you crouch down to her level, placing one hand on top of hers. You try to overlook the way she cowers from your touch, but at the same time, you can not ignore how puzzled you are by her behavior, as if she were afraid of you. “It was an accident. Don’t worry about it.” You assert with your gentlest voice and the cute girl takes a short intake of breath. She gazes up, blinking slowly at the expression on your face. You are pretty sure there's a grimace on it, and when you lock eyes with each other, you notice the tears in her eyes, moisture spilling down her gaunt cheeks. She hesitates and you stutter. “Just... Just get up.”

The girl nods slowly, not breaking eye contact. She wipes her eyes with the back of her robe and in utter silence starts picking up the teacup and a single chipped cup that broke when it toppled down to the floor. She hisses quietly when her fingers start bleeding from the broken glass but work quickly before you could intervene. Throwing reserved glances at you from time to time, she finishes putting everything on top of the forgotten tray and takes a step back when you clear your throat for the second time.

“What's your name?” you ask, turning your back to her and focusing hard on the paper windows.

“Yun Cheorin, of the Yun Clan, my lady”

You turn around. She is pretty, with pale skin and bright eyes, long black hair in a traditional updo you've seen in some historical dramas. Wearing robes similar you yours, you keep wondering what the hell is going on. She keeps babbling about something in a shy voice, but you can't pretend to follow whatever she is talking about, because you're being weirded out by her mannerisms and thick accent. And the whole setting around you.

“Okay? Uh, so… Cheorin! I don't want to be rude, but, uh… could you please tell me where we at?”

Her mouth snaps shut. The look she throws at you is the same one your best friend gave to you when she noticed you liked to eat tacos with a chocolate milkshake, a mix between uneasiness and being concerned for your stomach. You are probably reflecting the same look on your face, both of you being so confused by the current exchange.

Cheorin keeps quiet for a second, before answering deliberately. “I'm afraid I don't understand your question, my lady.”

Now you were getting annoyed. And scared.

“Where am I?” you stare hard at her shaking hands, then at her face. She pales at your visible rage and you try to calm down. “Don't get me wrong, this place is beautiful, but… Look, last time I was puking my guts out in a dirty alley. This—” you gesture at the room frantically—, “is not a dirty alley. So, what is this building? Where are we?”

“…You are at the inner court of the Royal Palace”

You blink twice. “…the what?”

“The royal palace of the southern capital. Home of your Highness, King Kim and his family,” she hurriedly turns around to open a window at the other side of the room, showing a grandiose structure made of stone and golden roofs far away, gleaming brilliantly against the sky. “That’s the royal palace and this is your chamber, my lady. You took a hit on the back of your head, maybe that's why—”

You ran off the room before she could finish her sentence. Tripping at the bottom of the stairs, you hear Cheorin’s distressed yell behind you, people in the garden being startled by the commotion. You ignore their whispers and the sting from rocks digging painfully into the palm of your hands. You keep running, yanking, and tossing at the fabric until you feel you can breathe again. Coming to a halt before the shallow pond in the middle of the garden, your knees bend from the shock, ogling at your reflection.

That’s not you. The face reflected on the ripples of water is definitely not your face, neither the sharp eyes nor the high cheekbones, framed by a fresh river of panicked tears.

The girl in the reflection is beautiful, so beautiful it hurts. But it’s not you.

A pair of hands grab your shoulders from behind, trying to shake you out of your stupor. Someone is calling a name, and you think they're referring to you. The words are a mumbled mess in your head, and the world turns dark for a second time that evening.

 —

After three days and two nights of bawling your eyes out, throwing up, and screaming every fifteen minutes, you've come to the realization that you're not dreaming. It's a living nightmare.

Not a single soul has dared to disturb you, until the third day, when Kim Taehyung came to your chambers to pay you a visit. Cheorin announced his impromptu stay over the course of the morning, this time sounding much more self-confident that the first time you met her. And even though you didn’t know who he was at the time—well, you didn’t know anyone—, his name was familiar to you, making you feel anxious about his arrival and its motives behind it. Yet, you didn’t want to ask anyone who he was to you, you were getting tired of the pity they couldn’t hide etched on their faces when you asked something that you supposedly already know.

You came to the conclusion Taehyung was somehow a very important person. The servants looked frantic cleaning, hurriedly walking from here to there, trying to make everything look perfect on such short notice. You wanted to help, feeling bad for not doing anything but drowning in your sorrows the entire day, but they were still afraid of you, you could hear their whispers from behind the walls, so you just stayed away from them and everyone in general.

Someone came to fetch you in the middle of the chaos. Two young girls who you’ve never seen before. They took you to an adjacent bath where they took off your clothes and rubbed you raw until your skin was red and shiny, then they proceeded to dress you with the finest fabrics you've ever felt on your skin. You were all dolled up, feeling so out of place in the middle of an ornamented room, looking at Cheorin and the handsome stranger behind her, flanked by two tall men wearing dark clothes.

“My Lady. Kim Taehyung is here to see you.” Cheorin bows, but not before throwing a reserved glance at the man in front of you. You couldn't judge her. He was really, really handsome.

You nod to her, eager to talk to someone who knows you and doesn't seem afraid of your new bitch face. He smiles softly at her, eyes crinkling at the corners and Cheorin flushes red. She bows one more time before slipping off the room quickly, leaving the door open, and for a second you are not sure if you should follow her to get away from this stranger, who keeps smiling until she disappears from out of sight. Then, he turns to face you, the smile disappearing abruptly from his tanned face.

“Please leave us. And close the door”

His deep voice gave you whiplash. His stone-cold eyes are solely focused on your shocked expression, yet, the instruction is not for you. The two taller men follow his commands without hesitation, retiring silently from the room and closing the door behind them. Taehyung waits a for few seconds before speaking once again, this time much more gravelly.

“It's so much worse than the rumors say.” He sighs, rubbing the palms of his hands across his face. Taehyung looks exasperated with you already, but you haven't said anything yet. “They told me you tripped on the king's chamber and knocked your head against a table. How stupid could you be?”

Your mind went blank and you gaped like a fish before answering, “I'm sorry, I'm not following.”

“Do you know how ashamed I felt when I heard about your little show from the other day? Is this a joke to you? You're tarnishing our family reputation.” Taehyung sauntered slowly over to you, gaze glued on your agitated state. His calm demeanor not doing anything to help you calm down yourself. “You think because of a concussion I'm going to believe you are now like this? Like a meek, little mouse? It doesn't suit you, at all. So drop the act and get yourself together” he whispers and you remain silent.

You had a vague idea of what he was talking about. You heard some rumors from inside the paper walls of your room, the servants in the corridors not doing a good job of being subtle. They whispered about an accident, something that happened to you while you were... Attending some matters in the king’s chamber. It was really embarrassing. Some said you tripped and hit your head. Others said the king slapped you so hard you fainted for two days. You’ve heard other interesting theories being whispered among the girls who catered to you, but you weren’t angry about the gossip, after all, you know how bored people can become when they don’t have internet.

Taehyung keeps staring at you. A soft touch from his finger on your cheek was enough to anchor you back to reality. “Kim Taehee, at least you remember your name, right?” the warmth from his touch was distracting, but not enough to stop the nervousness running through your veins. “The servants did say you hit your head pretty hard. They also said someone saw you with Jeon Jungkook. What were you thinking? Running around with that lowly guard when you are the favorite concubine of the king.” His hand keeps wandering, softly touching your mouth, then the tip of your nose. It was unnerving, his whispered words hard, yet his touch so gentle. “You are not going to throw away all the hard work our parents put into raising you, little one. What would you have done if Seokjin knew about your escapades? He would behead the entire family!”

You stammered, grabbing his hand and pushing it away, disturbed by how openly he was touching you. You said the first thing that came to your mouth. “You are pretty rude.”

Kim Taehyung scoffs, “don't talk to me like that. I am your eldest brother” he replies, not moving an inch.

Brother? But you didn't have any brother…

You take a step back, looking straight into his eyes and replying with the strongest voice you can muster, “but I can't even remember you. I don't think I like you…”

“I don't do it either. No one does, actually.” Taehyung grabs you by the face, his strong fingers sinking painfully into your cheeks. He leans forward until both of your foreheads are touching and his warm breath grazes your skin. “If you weren't so pretty not even the king would like you” he hisses and the corners of his mouth quirk up. Pushing you aside, he plasters the fakest smile you've ever seen, and you rub the red mark of his fingers on your face. “I'm doing you a favor telling you this, sister. Stay away from Jeon Jungkook. Don't ruin our plans because you want to fool around with some scumbag.”

Patting the imaginary dust from his clothes, he slid the door open, a ray of sunshine illuminating his head like a halo. Like an angel, how ironic.

“Remember I have eyes everywhere”

 

—

 

You couldn’t sleep that night.

Tossing and turning in the mattress, you keep thinking about Taehyung’s words—Taehyung’s threat. Something he said was nagging at the back of your mind, something familiar. The names he spit around, your name in this new universe you lived in were oddly natural to your ears. Kim Taehee. Kim Taehyung. Kim Seokjin—the more you tried to think about it, the stronger your migraine gets. Repeating those names over and over in your brain was exhausting, it sounds like a fan chant for a K-pop group. A K-pop group you were part of.

You were the royal concubine of your Highness, King Seokjin. Seemingly, you were also his favorite consort woman. So you were pretty much a part of his harem. And the first in line to the throne.

But there was something else you were trying hard to understand.

Yun Cheorin… Jeon Jungkook…

“Holy fuck”

A lightbulb went on inside your brain. Leaping out of the mattress, you start to undress, pulling away the thick fabric from your long legs. Heart beating erratically in your chest, your eyes found a heart-shaped birthmark on the inside of your thighs, a cute little mole that was somehow the only blemish in the soft expanse of skin.

“No. This can't be real”. You gasp and as if your hands were burned, you let the garb drop in its place. Letting your mind wander is harder than you thought when there are so many bits of information coming to you at the same time, an unnerved feeling dropping over you.

A couple of months ago, maybe at the lowest point of your entire life, the lack of social interactions made you delirious, almost losing your sanity in the process. None of the dating apps worked for you, and you felt so lonely, you were desperate. So you did what you knew best.

Videogames.

One day, a random video on YouTube recommended you a new type of game, some kind of interactive visual novel. Otome games. You just had to click on some text and your decisions lead you to a different path every single time. When you realized what was going on, you’d already played like ten different ones. There was something about all the beautiful people pining for the noble, yet stupid and overpowered protagonist in every single route. Sure, It wasn’t the best thing you’ve played, but if you tried hard enough, you could pretend it was you living those fantastic stories and not a depressed human just clicking random words on a computer at three in the morning.

There was one that caught you the most. “Secret Ending: All Paths Lead To Glory!” was only two dollars on the steam shop when you first saw it. It took three weeks on your shopping cart before you were bored enough to actually buy it. The name was stupid, the main protagonist was stupid and you felt stupid, but you couldn’t stop playing. Eight hours and a familiar-sized bag of Cheetos later and you already cleared all the paths. The main plot of the story was about a meek girl from the countryside whose parents had used their meager influence to get her a job in the king’s palace and ended up being the new queen of the country. Spoilers! Not all of the endings were bad. As its title says, all paths did lead to glory, so if the main protagonist didn’t get the love of the king, she would end up with another hunk of a guy. Maybe the heartless general of the imperial army, or a shy knight from another kingdom. You could even date the damn gardener, for fuck sake. And the only thing they all have in common is that they’re super hot and were madly in love with the protagonist.

Also, in all of the paths, the villainess dies.

It was so predictable, in every darn story you’ve ever read, in every shitty romance book you obsessed with, the bitchy villainess or main antagonist of whatever was in the middle of the protagonist's epic adventure had to suffer a horrible ending. Take for account Loki. He deserved so much more and you got so angry with what they’ve done to him at the beginning of one of the final parts of The Avengers, that you canceled your subscription to Disney plus. Couldn’t they see he was suffering? Thor was an awful brother, you resented him and the rest of the heroes for a solid two days before forgetting and moving on with your life.

In “Secret Ending: All Paths Lead To Glory!”™ this was not the exception. The main antagonist was either beheaded by the king in a public execution or impaled by the sword of a guard. Or killed by falling off a cliff. Or exiled from the country. None of the mentioned before were a decent way to get rid of the bad guy of the story. They were kinda cliché. But you didn’t pay any attention to undeveloped and boring characters. And that was exactly what the villainess of that main otome game was. Pretty, but bad to the core. And boring. So boring.

She also had a tiny mole on one of her legs. A heart-shaped birthmark, which, to you, was such an irrelevant fact to know. But you've seen some x-rated unofficial drawings on some blog and it stuck to your brain ever since.

Her name was Kim Taehee. The youngest daughter of a wealthy family from the capital, who robbed the heart of the king and became his favorite concubine, the first candidate to become queen of the country and who also was annoying and bitchy towards the heroine, the cute Yun Cheorin, from the Yun Clan. In the main path, she tries to kill the king in a jealousy attack—failing miserably, because bad guys never get away unscathed—, and gets killed by one of his most loyal guards when trying to flee from the city.

Your knees are too weak to carry you to the mirror in the corner of the room, so you crawl until you are in front of it, taking a look at your stupefied face. The light coming from the paper lantern in the corner was enough for you to see the resemblance, it's barely there, but it's there. And then everything clicks.

Maybe you are in hell.

You don't scream. You don't cry. You've done that a lot in the past few days, and honestly? You've become so tired.

That doesn't mean you can accept this new alternative reality you suddenly lived in. It was shocking, but hey! It could be worse, right?

You drop on the thin mattress once again, wishing you could discover the secrets of the universe by boring holes with your eyes on the ceiling. But life doesn't work like that, and you were going to do something about it very soon.

Because if this… crazy, absurd theory of yours is real, and you are indeed inside of a fictional otome videogame, that means you were the villainess of the story.

And you were going to die again.

 

—

After two weeks, you still had a difficult time trying not to get lost in the palace; the craving for exploring and discovering new places was more powerful than the fear of imminent death. The palace was like a miniature city in itself, a labyrinth made of wood, stone, and paper walls. Dark-roofed buildings that looked all the same, pristine gardens raked with white sand, and growing bamboo that was far too flawless to be real. Nobles, draped in opulent hanboks embroidered with threads of gold and silver, moved with graceful precision, their every action a careful dance of social etiquette. Stoic guards doing surveillance or walking the halls, and servants scurrying from one place to another, none of them paying attention to their surroundings, always hurrying to reach their destinations. Their eyes rarely met yours, their gazes darting away like startled deer at the sight of a predator. You were an enigma, an outsider, and the weight of their wariness pressed upon you.

Everything seemed perfectly unrealistic, like a utopian maze, a fortress designed to baffle the adversaries and threats from the king and his relatives. Narrow halls that led to nowhere, pebble-covered walls blocking the paths, the scrutiny of someone's gaze on the back of your head, frenzied whispers, and furtive glances. The fragility of the situation, the knowledge that every step you took was being scrutinized by watchful eyes, threatened to consume your sanity.

But amidst the chaos of your thoughts, there was a flicker of defiance. You would not succumb to the suffocating expectations of your role as a concubine. No, you would carve your own path, even if it meant venturing into the unknown.

But hey, at least some of the people attending directly to you were getting warmer and less afraid of your presence each day, which to you was an absolute win. Still, loneliness was slowly eating you, and with loneliness and so much time to kill, think and daydream were your new favorite hobbies.

You were terrified of forgetting. As the days passed, you often wondered if there would be a time when you wouldn't recall your old life. You often daydreamed about your family and your friends. About the music you would be listening to at the moment, or the foods you would be eating. About the life you've never got to have. No lover, no children, no nothing. You were dead.

Had people even mourned you? Or did they just go on with their lives as if nothing happened?

Thinking about it was painful enough to not want to dwell on it. Perhaps it would be better if those thoughts could just fade away; To be happy and blissfully ignorant of what was going on at the moment in real life. It didn't matter anyway. This was your new reality.

The only thing you could not forget, even if you wanted to, was the plot of the damn game. Your life depended on it. The first night of realization was spent on writing and analyzing every single detail of the plot —Or at least, the things you could remember. The lore, everything about the fake history of a fake country, which was loosely based on Korea during the Joseon dynasty. Which, of course, you didn’t know much at all. Only what was shown on television, and that was not a relief. You also tried to remember all the routes but failed miserably because you didn’t finish them all… You were pretty sure there was a hidden one you failed to find. You also thought about what and whom to avoid. And after a long time pondering your options, a new plan started to develop...

How could you survive and evade death in this unfamiliar world?

Step number one: discard any weaknesses.

It was challenging to be anything other than polite in this alternative reality where everyone feared you. It might have been considered mean-spirited, but you found joy in the bewildered expressions on the girls' faces whenever you responded with a sincere "thank you" as they brought you meals or brushed your long hair. After all, Kim Taehee's in-game personality was predictably obnoxious, inflicting pain and psychological abuse on others because she could get away with it, thanks to her favored position as King Kim Seokjin's concubine. But in the game, all that changed when the main protagonist, Yun Cheorin, arrived at the palace.

And now, that moment had arrived.

During the first few days, you anticipated that Cheorin would be a problem. She was your sworn enemy, at least in the game, and the sole reason for your demise in each route. You attempted to avoid any encounters with her whenever possible, but it proved challenging since she was one of the servants. Even if you ceased your bullying behavior towards her, misunderstandings were still likely to occur, and that was a risk you were unwilling to take. Consequently, you learned to scurry away from her and the guards who patrolled the corridors, protecting you from... whatever threats may come. For now, nobody sought to end your life, so you were considered safe.

That brings us to step number two. Develop several abilities to ensure your survival.

Fortunately, King Kim Seokjin and a portion of his army were absent. Rumor had it that he had journeyed to another city to attend to some matters, and his return date remained uncertain. Thus, Cheorin had not yet encountered the king, providing you with a window of opportunity, which you intended to exploit.

Your main plan was to run away at the first opportunity. Maybe since the king was away, this could be the perfect time to escape, but because you were so bad at surviving—I mean… you died while throwing up, you've decided to learn how to make the most of your advantage, which was knowing the damn plot.

So, you would take a horse and go far, far away, to a land where people couldn’t recognize you and start all over. But Kim Taehee was no better than you at survival skills. You didn’t know how to plow the land to harvest food so that you wouldn’t starve. You didn’t know how to use a bow to hunt animals and eat their meat. You wouldn’t even talk about your fighting skills—completely null. And lastly, you couldn't even ride a horse. Basically, you were doomed. But at least you had a little bit of time.

Learning how to ride a horse was supposedly the easiest step, yet you couldn't get the hang of it. In your previous life, you've only seen horses from afar, and the thought of riding one terrified you. Hoseok, the stable boy, was nice enough to teach you the basics of it, but that was it. So, every day, at dawn, you would go wandering through the halls, playing hide and seek with the guards and maids trying to find you in the ornate maze. Then, you would go to pester Hoseok during the rest of the day before a guard would come to take you back to your chambers. At first, it felt monotonous, solely preparing for an escape from impending death. However, as the days passed, a peculiar camaraderie blossomed between you and him. You would bring him sweets from your food, and he would make small talk with you.

It became a routine between both of you. You would attack his weak point, which was feeding him with food, and he would entertain you the whole day. Such interactions were clearly frowned upon in this fabricated society, where unmarried men and women were discouraged from speaking with each other, especially when involving a royal concubine. Consequently, Hoseok maintained a serious facade while sharing tales of his family and anecdotes from the town where he grew up—a territory located a week's ride away, all this while eating sugary treats that were previously hidden in your robes.

Befriending him was no coincidence. You deliberately sought him, seeking his company and winning him over with sweets, mainly because it was part of the plot in one of the alternative routes. Cheorin would make friends with him and in return, he would show her a hidden gap to come and go from the palace grounds whenever she wanted. You were pretty sure you could find it on your own, but having Hoseok as an ally and as a friend was a plus; he was charming and entertaining.

Currently, as the midday sun cast its warm golden glow upon the palace, inside a small chamber adjacent to the stables, Hoseok sat on a worn wooden stool, crumbs from the cake he was munching littering the ground around him, both of you watching a couple of birds digging the soil with their beaks, enjoying a momentary respite from the bustling palace. The room exuded an earthy scent, a mixture of hay and the faint aroma of horses. Sparse beams of sunlight pierced through the cracks in the wooden walls, creating dancing patterns on the dirt floor.

As he took another bite of the cake, savoring its sweetness, you watched in fascination as his eyes closed momentarily, relishing the flavors that danced on his tongue. Hoseok was very diligent with his work, waking up at dawn and tending to the animals with such care that you somehow envied his life. He even made such an ordinary life look so appealing. It seemed… so simple. That was a faraway dream of yours.

A gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo grove nearby, causing the slender stalks to sway gracefully, their leaves whispering in harmony. The rhythmic sound provided a soothing backdrop to your conversation.

"So, Hoseok," you began, your voice carrying a note of curiosity, "tell me more about your family. How did they end up in the capital city?"

He leaned back, brushing his fingers off, his touch leaving behind a faint residue of sugar on his pants. His gaze turned distant as he reminisced. "My father was a skilled healer, sought after by many in our hometown. When news reached the king's ears of his abilities, he was summoned to the capital to serve the royal family. My mother and siblings accompanied him, eager for a better life and the opportunities the city promised."

"They say the king spares no expense when it comes to the well-being of his family and those in his service," you remarked, a hint of fake admiration lacing your words.

Hoseok nodded, his expression reflecting both gratitude and exhaustion. "Indeed, the king is generous. He has provided us with a comfortable home and ensured that we lack nothing. But the demands of the palace are rigorous, and the work can be taxing."

As you took a moment to observe Hoseok's weary countenance, a newfound appreciation for him emerged. The lustrous sheen of sweat on Hoseok's forehead mirrored the dedication and labor required to maintain the horses and care for the palace's stable. You almost felt bad for what you were about to ask him.

"You work tirelessly," you continued, a touch of empathy coloring your words. "The horses must be well-cared for, as they are integral to the smooth functioning of the palace. It's no small responsibility."

Silence settled between you, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds and the steady rhythm of the horses' hooves nearby. Hoseok's eyes met yours, his gaze unwavering. "I feel deeply honored by your compliments; however, it is uncommon for you to engage in such dialogue... Might there be something that requires my attention?"

As you contemplated your next question, the air grew cooler, carrying a refreshing breeze that offered respite from the day's heat. The sounds of distant laughter and muffled conversations drifted towards you, reminding you of the palace's constant hum of activity.

"Hoseok," you finally spoke, breaking the silence, "what do you dream of beyond these walls?"

"I beg your pardon, but I’m afraid I do not understand."

"Be honest with me. When your duties are done and the sun sets, what do you yearn for?"

"…Freedom," he said cautiously, his voice carrying a hint of longing. "To explore the vast lands beyond the palace, to witness the beauty of nature untouched by the hands of man. I dream of a life where I can ride through open fields, unburdened by the weight of responsibility. Don’t get me wrong, I’m deeply thankful to His Majesty and all that he’s done for my family and me… But being here was not a dream of mine."

Your heart swelled with empathy, realizing that beneath different circumstances, your desires aligned. Clad in a vibrant hanbok that accentuated your delicate features, you leaned against a wooden pillar. Your eyes, a mixture of curiosity and concern, never wavered from Hoseok's face. You could feel the weight of your request pressing upon you, a mixture of desperation and determination driving your desire to step beyond the palace walls. Your palms, slightly moist from a combination of nerves and the humid summer air, rested gently against the silk fabric of your hanbok.

A moment of contemplation passed before you spoke, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability laced with resolve. "You are being very honest, and I respect that. So, I think it would be fair if I spoke with the same honesty as you."

Summoning your strength, you looked into Hoseok's eyes, your voice quivering with a blend of desperation and sincerity. "I need your help," you began, the words hanging delicately in the air. "You are the only one on this grounds that I can trust... And I'm really sorry for asking this. I want to— No, I need you to help me go outside the palace."

Hoseok's expression transformed, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. Concern etched deep lines upon his forehead, while empathy softened the corners of his eyes. His hands clenched the wooden stool, his grip tightening as he absorbed the weight of your words.

Silence settled between you, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and uncharted possibilities.

Finally, Hoseok exhaled, the breath escaping his lips carrying with it a mixture of understanding and resolve. He met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a newfound determination. "You speak of trust, and I understand the weight of such words," he replied, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of trepidation. "In this world of secrets and hidden agendas, finding someone to confide in is a rare gift. Your sincerity does not go unnoticed, and I appreciate your honesty."

A surge of relief washed over you, a glimmer of hope rekindling within your heart.

"My Lady... I understand your longing for freedom, but you must know the risks we face. The palace guards and watchmen are ever vigilant, their eyes trained to detect any suspicious activity. Should they discover our secret, the consequences could be dire."

You nodded, a knot forming in your stomach as the gravity of your request settled upon you once again. "Hoseok, I know this is a lot to ask," you began, your voice laced with genuine remorse. "But I have no other choice. I cannot bear the confines of this palace any longer. There is a world waiting for me, waiting for us. I’m… I’m not going forever. I just want to see the outside for a little while. Being here it’s boring me to death. Without Seokjin… I think I might lose my head.”

Hoseok's expression grew pensive, his eyes searching yours for any trace of doubt or hidden motives. The summer breeze carried with it the scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the anticipation and uncertainty that hung in the air.

He sighed, a mixture of understanding and concern etched across his face. "I sense the desperation in your words, the yearning for something more. But stepping beyond these palace walls is not a decision to be taken lightly. There are dangers, both seen and unseen, that could threaten your life. Are you truly prepared for it?"

Your heart tightened with a mixture of gratitude and urgency, knowing that Hoseok's honesty held the key to your shared destiny. You straightened your posture, a determined resolve shining through your eyes as you met his gaze, unyielding. "Yes, I understand the risks," you replied, your voice steady despite the swirl of emotions within. "But remaining within this palace, confined to a fate chosen for me, is a fate worse than any threat that may lie beyond."

You could see the struggle within Hoseok's expression, torn between duty and the allure of liberation. Your request was no small matter, and his involvement would undoubtedly jeopardize his own safety. The weight of the decision hung in the air, the silence stretching between you like a tangible force.

As the seconds ticked by, you silently implored the universe for a sign—a glimmer of affirmation that would solidify your bond and sway Hoseok's heart.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hoseok's face softened, his guarded expression giving way to a flicker of determination. His voice, though still tinged with caution, held a newfound resolve. "This wall is not impenetrable," he speaks in a hushed tone, his eyes scanning the area for any prying eyes. "The hidden hollow you seek lies within the palace grounds, concealed by overgrown vines and bushes. It is a place forgotten by time, where whispers of the past echo amidst the shadows."

You had to admit, the way everyone spoke so... eloquently was kinda annoying. Very annoying. Instead of going straight to the point, everyone spoke in riddles. Luckily, for you, you already had an idea of where that damn hollow was located, but still. You absorbed every word, committing the description to memory. It was just the beginning of your plan after all, the key to unlocking a world where you could be more than just a pawn in a game.

Hoseok, his voice filled with a mixture of resolve and trepidation, continued, "Remember, Taehee, time is our ally, and impatience can be our downfall. You must find the opportune moment to carry out this clandestine venture when the palace guards are distracted and the gaze of suspicion averted."

Clasping your hands together, you took a step closer to Hoseok, the gap between you narrowing.

"Don't worry about it. I just know the perfect time."

 

—

 

As you cautiously made your way through the palace grounds, the moon cast a soft glow upon the intricate architecture that surrounded you. The palace walls stood tall and imposing, your footsteps echoing on the wooden pathway, reverberating through the quiet night. With each step, you could feel the weight of your decision pressing upon you. The palace, with its grandeur and opulence, seemed to hold secrets within its very stones, secrets that whispered tales of power, intrigue, and untold stories.

Taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart, you squeezed through the unguarded opening, the rough stone grazing against your skin. The overgrown vines and thorny bushes seemed to guard the secret passage, as if warning you of the risks that lay beyond. The world outside awaited you, its vastness and possibilities calling to your adventurous spirit. You emerged into a realm untouched by the rigid rules of palace life, where freedom danced on the whispering breeze.

Stepping into the wilderness beyond the palace walls, you found yourself enveloped by a symphony of nature's sounds. The first steps beyond the palace walls were hesitant yet filled with a newfound exhilaration. The forest was alive with nocturnal creatures, their rustlings and calls forming an orchestra of life. Moonlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting ethereal patterns on the forest floor, illuminating your path as you ventured further into the unknown.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, moss, and decaying leaves, and the soft rustling of wildlife echoed through the trees. Your senses heightened, and you became acutely aware of the soft caress of a gentle breeze against your skin, carrying with it a sense of liberation and the promise of a new beginning

Lost in the wilderness, your excitement soon gave way to a flicker of apprehension. You realized the enormity of your decision, the uncertainty that lay ahead. Doubt gnawed at you, threatening to dim your resolve.

“It’s just the first step, just the first”, you whispered to yourself, paranoid from the lack of light, and even more afraid that someone could spot you in the middle of the night, which would crumble all your machiavellian plans. So, without thinking twice, you started to wander deeper into the forest, the path becoming increasingly obscured. The pale moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting intricate patterns on the forest floor. Shadows danced and swayed, giving life to the stillness of the night. The occasional hoot of an owl echoed through the trees, as if guiding you further into the heart of the mysterious wilderness.

You continued your solitary journey, following the winding path that disappeared and reappeared like a mystical thread woven by nature itself. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if keeping its secrets close to its chest. The occasional gentle breeze whispered through the leaves, caressing your face and bringing with it a hint of earthy fragrance.

The forest swallowed you whole, and the familiar landmarks of the palace were left far behind. The path, now barely discernible, meandered aimlessly through the undergrowth, leading you deeper into its embrace.

As the forest grew denser, your progress slowed. Thorny bushes and tangled roots obstructed your way, requiring careful navigation to avoid their grasp. Each step became a deliberate choice, as you weaved your way through the natural obstacles. A sense of vulnerability mingled with a sense of awe, reminding you of the insignificance of your presence in this vast wilderness.

As time passed by, fatigue began to take its toll, and your legs grew heavy. The only thing you wanted to do by going outside, was to become familiar with the nearby grounds, so it would make it easier to escape once the time arrived. Your job here was done, but just as you contemplated turning back, the faint sound of trickling water reached your ears. A renewed sense of purpose surged within you, and you followed the sound, eager to discover the source of the hidden creek.

With each step, the sound grew louder, resonating through the trees like a soothing lullaby. The undergrowth cleared, revealing a picturesque scene that seemed plucked from a fairy tale. The creek, adorned with sparkling ripples, flowed gently between moss-covered rocks. Moonlight bathed the scene in a mystical glow, casting shimmering reflections upon the water's surface.

You approached the creek cautiously, drawn to its serene beauty. The water, crystal clear and inviting, beckoned you to its embrace. You knelt down at its edge, dipping your hand into the coolness. The sensation sent a refreshing wave through your weary body, invigorating your spirit.

You stood immobile for a second, thinking about the absurdity of everything. "God, this is really cliché. And now what?"

As the midnight hour enveloped the forest in an air of mystery, a shiver of fear coursed through your veins. Each rustle of leaves, each hoot of an owl, felt like a piercing reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. You moved cautiously, acutely aware of the consequences of being caught wandering beyond the palace grounds.

Suddenly, through the dense foliage, a figure emerged, silhouetted against the moonlit backdrop. It was not a bandit that stood before you, but a royal guard, clad in a resplendent uniform that spoke of duty and authority. His regal presence commanded attention, every inch of him radiating discipline and vigilance. The polished armor clung to his form, glinting dully in the faint moonlight, a shield against any threat that dared to challenge the palace. His eyes, sharp and watchful, locked onto you, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There was a flicker of surprise in his gaze, quickly masked by a stern expression. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he assessed the situation, his grip on the hilt of his sword betraying his readiness to defend.

He assesses you carefully, his voice carrying a subtle undertone of threat as he inquires, "Your Majesty?"

Oh shit.

"S-Sir, uh, you have mistaken my identity. I am merely an ordinary peasant," you wince, regretting the immediate response that left a bitter taste in your mouth. His eyes become fixated on your hanbok, the opulent fabric reserved for noble individuals. You force a smile, delicately brushing off imaginary dust from your robes. "I should not be present here. I sincerely apologize," you offer, hoping to alleviate the escalating tension.

He pauses, his gaze lingering upon you intently. "Wait," he interjects, a tinge of curiosity resonating in his voice. "Shouldn't there be someone guarding you? It seems unlikely that you are a mere peasant. Your appearance suggests a more distinguished position, possibly that of a concubine."

Your eyes narrow slightly in surprise at his perceptive remark. "And what if I was?" you challenged, a hint of defiance lacing your voice.

He chuckles softly, a mocking undertone underscoring his words. "With your audacious tongue? If you were truly insignificant, you would have met your demise already. Rumors suggest the emperor possesses ruthless tendencies. He would not hesitate to make an example of you if you dared to address him in such a manner. However, your striking beauty might be the reason you remain unscathed," he muses, his gaze scanning your face. "He did this to your pretty face?" he asks, his fingers twitching as if tempted to reach out, gesturing towards the fading mark of violence on your face—a testament to your beloved brother's actions.

A surge of anger pulsed through you, and you instinctively took a step back, asserting your boundaries. "Do not dare lay a hand on me. He would never inflict such harm," you emphasize, your voice resonating with a blend of defiance and conviction. Yet, a sliver of doubt manages to creep into your words.

"Hmm. Your certainty seems wavering," he retorts, a hint of skepticism tainting his tone. There is an undeniable air of unpredictability surrounding him, a constant reminder of the peril he represents.

Aware of the precariousness of your situation, you urged him to step aside. "Please, allow me to pass. I am certain that there are those who seek my presence at this very moment."

"As you wish," he replies, stepping back slightly but still blocking your path.

Just as you're about to push past him, tension heavy in the air, another figure materialized, seemingly from out of nowhere. A young man stepped into the clearing, his presence commanding attention despite his modest attire. The simplicity of his cotton garb and unadorned appearance marked him as a commoner, a world away from the opulence of the palace. Yet, there was an undeniable aura of strength about him, as if his soul carried the weight of untold stories. His gaze met yours, wariness flickering in his dark eyes. His broad shoulders and powerful thighs hinted at physical prowess honed through labor and discipline. In the depths of his inky hair and the warmth of his tanned skin, there was a raw magnetism that defied societal boundaries. There was a wariness in his gaze, as if he had stumbled upon a scene he hadn't anticipated. He calls out, interrupting the tense standoff. "Taehee?"

Quickly, an idea flickered in your mind, an impulsive gamble to diffuse the tension that crackled in the air. His presence brought a flicker of hope. With a mixture of relief and apprehension, you seized upon the opportunity to redirect the situation.

"Oh, there you are. My escort guard," you spoke with a tinge of relief, the words dripping with false reassurance.

He bowed respectfully, acknowledging your supposed status. "My Lady." The moonlight played upon the slope of his nose, highlighting the handsome features that seemed to belong to another time. At that moment, you couldn't help but feel a strange connection to him, a bond forged in the midst of uncertainty.

With an unwavering gaze, you address the guard in a tone that conveys both authority and a touch of impatience. "I appreciate your concern, but I assure you, I am perfectly capable of finding my way back to where I belong. Now, kindly step aside and allow me to continue on my path."

The guard hesitates, his eyes narrowing as he evaluates your words and demeanor. After a tense moment, he relents slightly, stepping aside to grant you a narrow passage. "Very well," he concedes, a glimmer of respect underlying his tone. "But do not think for a moment that my watchful eyes won't be upon you. Should any irregularities arise, the consequences shall fall upon your shoulders."

Acknowledging his warning with a nod, you gracefully move past him, striding purposefully toward your intended destination. The guard's gaze follows you, still filled with a measure of skepticism and curiosity, leaving the air tinged with a sense of lingering intrigue.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," you add, talking to the flabbergasted guard, masking your rage with a veil of sarcasm. Grasping the stranger elbow’s, you pulled him closer, silently urging him to play along. The stranger seemed momentarily taken aback, his eyes widening with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure and fell into step beside you. Together, you navigated the treacherous terrain, the dense thicket obscuring your path. The forest seemed to conspire against you, intertwining branches and casting long shadows that danced in the moonlight. The urgency in your steps grew, fueled by the fear of being discovered, your pulse pounding in your ears like a war drum.

"I'm sorry. I got nervous, and this was the first thing that came into my mind," you confessed after a few minutes of silence to your unexpected companion, stealing a glance at him. You studied his face, your gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He was really handsome. "You know my name, and yet you seem surprised that I led you here. Do I know you?" You inquired, a hint of curiosity and confusion creeping into your voice.

He stops abruptly, his gaze searching yours, a puzzled look that quickly gets masked under stoicism, “Jeon Jungkook. Do you… you don't remember me?”

Your heart skips a beat. Of course you remember Jeon Jungkook. Well, not really. Not you, right now, as Kim Taehee. But you remember him from the game. After all, he is the one who ultimately kills you on the main route.

How convenient is it to cross paths with the person you should be avoiding at any cost? Jeon Jungkook is not a merely guard in service of the king, he is basically his right hand, his best friend, and the most fucking skilled swordsman in the entire fake country. He was not appointed as the general of the imperial army just because Seokjin used him as a… you know, someone who does illegal things in the name of the royal crown. A savage, merciless man, blood thirst for revenge and whatever Seokjin tells him to do. At the end of the main route, he ends up killing Kim Taehee, beheading her in front of everybody, and then they all cheer and celebrate and everybody gets their happily ever after. You should be running away from him, and put as much space as you could between the two of you, but how could you do it? If the devil himself seems to be on a first-name basis with you and also has the eyes of a baby deer.

It’s not fair at all.

Torn between the desire to reveal your true connection and the weight of secrecy that still bounds you, you try to collect yourself.

"Jungkook," you whisper softly, savoring the sound of his name. "That name doesn't ring a bell, sorry. But we must be very close if you call me by my given name. I have to apologize, ever since the accident, it's like… like if I was a different person. I can't remember much," you confessed, your voice tinged with a mixture of fear and frustration.

His expression reflected a blend of disappointment and understanding, a delicate dance between the familiarity of the past and the uncertainty of the present. "Uh, yes... I understand," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of empathy and a longing to bridge the gaps of your fragmented memory. “I am nothing more than a guard in service to the king,” he lies, his eyes searching yours for a hint of recognition. A bittersweet pang tugged at your heart as you met his gaze. Memories threatened to surface, but they remained just beyond your grasp, lost in the fog of forgotten moments.

You remain silent, the path before you growing narrower, the overgrown vegetation threatening to impede your progress. You reached out a hand to steady yourself against a sturdy tree trunk, feeling the rough bark beneath your fingertips. "We must tread carefully," you cautioned, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on you, his expression a mix of concern and admiration. "My Lady, if I may ask... what led you to venture into the forest alone?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

A flicker of vulnerability passed across your features, momentarily breaking the façade of regality. There was no point in telling a lie. "I needed a respite from the suffocating constraints of palace life," you confessed, your voice tinged with a hint of longing. "To experience the freedom that lies beyond those gilded walls. And I can't do that in daylight."

Understanding filled Jungkook's eyes as he nodded in empathy. "I can only imagine the weight of your responsibilities," he murmured, his voice gentle. "But please know that you are not alone in this. I am here by your side, ready to face whatever challenges may come."

After a while, curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't help but inquire about Jungkook's sudden appearance earlier. "How did you find me, Jungkook?" you ask, your tone gentle yet filled with intrigue.

He paused for a moment, his steps slowing as he collected his thoughts. "I happened to be passing through these woods on an errand when I heard voices," he began, his eyes never leaving the path ahead. "I couldn't ignore the possibility that someone might be in danger, so I followed the sound. Little did I expect to stumble upon Your Highness in such a precarious situation."

A mixture of awe and gratitude filled your heart as you regarded Jungkook. "It seems the heavens themselves conspired to bring us together," you mused sarcastically, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's gaze met yours, a flicker of warmth and understanding shining in his eyes. "There is an undeniable bond between us, My Lady," he admitted, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. "In this uncertain world, I promise to protect you with my life and stand by your side, should you wish it."

"Okay, so, Jungkook," you continue, redirecting the conversation to the urgency of your situation. It was getting really awkward. "Could you please take me back to the palace grounds? I got lost," you implored, hoping that his presence would guide you safely through the labyrinth of uncertainty.

Jungkook nodded, a determined look crossing his face. "I will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety, My Lady," he vows, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Even if it means stepping into unfamiliar territory and facing the unknown."

You glance at him, a glimmer of amusement dancing in your eyes. "Indeed, fate has a way of surprising us," you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of mischief. "But I have faith in my ability to adapt and play the role."

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #bts fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #fanfic #jk

[roppongi-division]

Kai's Thoughts on Otaku Corps

Keiko Yumi

"I've not seen her around here much, if at all, really. I think she tries to avoid Minato like the plague. Truthfully, I only know her because my son likes her comic book or whatever it is that it's called. Besides that, I also know of her because of Aika Yumi. I'll admit, at first, I thought it was a coincidence that they shared the same name. After all, having the same surnames is quite common in today's world. Back when I lived in America, I couldn't tell you how many Johns, Bills, or Franks, I knew. Talk about originality." Kai rolled his eyes at the memory.

"Anyway, I later found out that the two of them were mother and daughter. And apparently, she despises Aika due to her lifestyle. ...While I can understand feeling some sort of frustration about the way your mother lives her life, from what Aika tells me, she's tried on multiple occasions to try to make up with you, kid. Take it from me, you're better off trying to make peace with your mom, ASAP. I'm probably not the best person to speak about such things, but... just trust me on this, kid. You'll regret it for the rest of your life, otherwise."

Criss Hiromi

"I've seen this young girl wandering throughout Minato a few times in the past. Apparently, she fashions herself as a 'paranormal investigator'. I don't know if that's such a wise career path, but at least she's having fun. I just hope she's making sure to do ample research on these places she's going to. From what Zakari tells me, some of the places in this country aren't for the faint of heart. I'll take his word for it."

Nikki Yoshie

"Would you believe me if I told you that I've actually had to do music for some video game soundtracks? It's true. I was the head producer for one video game called 'Fight Barrage'. It was a pretty obscure game made back in the 90's, but they wanted to do a reboot with new graphics and a killer soundtrack, so they asked me to make up themes for the characters. It was... interesting, to say the least."

"Anyway, I first met this young girl because she was beta-testing the game. I didn't recognize her at first, since I don't really pay attention to video games, but I later found out that she was Nikki Yoshie, the #5 video game player in the world. ...Huh, I met an actual celebrity, and I didn't even know it. Maybe Zakari was right. Maybe I am old-school..."

Otaku Corps

"This is the probably that second Akihabara team I've heard about. ...If I'm being honest, these three do more to represent Akihabara than the previous team we expounded on, Pixel Syndicate. Not saying they're tougher, but... well, whichever team comes out ahead, they'll have definitely earned it. I wish the both of them the best of luck."

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #kai quinlan #private party #roppongi division #akihabara division #otaku corps #keiko yumi #criss hiromi #nikki yoshie

[depressiondoll]

a rant about lolita and remorse

In these past few years lolita fashion has been like a ray of sunshine that's cheered me up no matter how difficult life got. But these days I've been filled with this sense of remorse that I joined "too late"

I've know about lolita fashion since around 2013ish and at the time the community was really active. When I went to anime conventions I would always see lolitas and be amazed (and a little jealous) of their gorgeous coords.

When the pandemic hit I thought" fuck it why not live out my fantasies of when I was 13?" I was now an adult woman with the money and confidence I lacked as a teen. there were even other people joining lolita during covid and it looked like there was going to be this great revival.

But now it's the end of 2023 and the trend has died ,& underperformed from what I imagined to be a roaring comeback. While theres still been newcomers and veteran lolitas returning it's nothing like what I saw back in the early 2010s.

I can't help but regret being too timid to try joining way back then. I know my wardrobe wouldn't have been as fancy as it is now. I probably wouldve been a very sterotypical ita, considering the sort of otaku I was in those days. But by god just being able to attend a tea party in the good ole days wouldve been amazing.

The horrible truth is the lolita fashion is slowly dying, but so is harajuku fashion as a whole. There's no more lolita magazines, shops are closing, and shops that remain are losing quality. Japan doesn't have the same cultural weight it did before, and don't even get me started on fast fashions impact.

I still plan on wearing lolita fashion for many years, as it's been my dream to be a lolita. Finally making this wish come true has comforted me in a way I can't describe. But to say that losing out of being part of it in it's golden age doesn't upset me, would be a lie.

#my post

[muraque]

What are their hidden feelings

PILE 1

They wish if there weren’t any obstacles between you two in the past. They solely wish to be your person atleast have some healthy relationship with you. This relationship has ended or somehow is in no-contact situation and it has happened abruptly. Something about you and this person has deep feelings for each other but they didn’t want to risk everything to make this relationship work. Probably from your side your parents/ or someone has been controlling of your life and your choices and you really wanted to run away. You were struggling to keep the healthy pace going even if it was bare minimum for people to get into relationship. This person really wanted to hug you back if you’ve ever done that before. And say all those words of affirmations & love back to you. But they knew things were going not as you guys have expected so they decided to pull back a little and give you the space and time for you to heal or manage your own situation. But it felt like this person has left you or damaged you in some way that you feel sense of hurt when you think about this person. Their hidden feelings are regret and how much they’ve have wasted the opportunities that you guys were able to have even though there were things going between you two. Now they can’t turn back time so they just watch you from afar and accept the sad fact that it is over . They really had feelings for you , they wanted to be protective and only one you would actually open up with, cry with or just be comfortable with 

https://genius.com/Keshi-goes-to-waste-lyrics

God, save her

Save me from myself

We're closer

Close to no one else

When you lose something you can’t replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Anime : Hige wo Soru. Soshite Joshikousei wo Hirou / Episode 9 : Past

PILE 2 

Their hidden feelings are all about their pure deep down feelings of how they really are without you. Maybe your relationship with this person isn’t any normal relationship that people have. You guys have different values, interest and even different way to react to each other’s words. You kinda get on each other’s nerves and fight a lot on little things without communicating throughly. But you know you guys are cool with that because that’s how life is. This person really cannot go a day without you. They are lonely and they feel like naked skeleton thrown away in the cemetery without you. Sounds exaggerating  but it’s true this person wants to spend their life-time having fights about (if eggs were there first or the chicken were there first) , and they only do kid like activities with you because they know how much you love it, and they do it even if they seem uninterested in the first place. Inside they really love you, while you are asleep or when you are doing your own work this person thinks that you are theirs and admire you from afar. I feel so much tsundere vibe from them seriously, but however if you guys would get to marry i see you guys being the most fun grandparents that children would ever wish to have. 

https://genius.com/Keshi-skeletons-lyrics

Give a fuck about what they say

I gotta disagree

This ain't really fun for me(maybe how you;ve guys grown up is kinda different from your family, maybe you guys feel so different from others, their view and their judgement doesn’t align with you guys in your relationship)

Feel bad, go to bed

Wake up even worse, yeah

So sad, in my head

Feelin' like a curse

I need medicine, medicine, medicine (you are their medicine xd)

Anime : Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku / Episode 4 : Is mature love difficult?

PILE 3 

This person’s hidden feelings are that they have been through lots of hardships in life and they really depend on you. They seem emotionally closed off and doesn’t socialize a lot with others even though they are surrounded with lots of friends and seem popular in their area. They have this downside to them where they cannot express the real emotions they feel inside and live in the moment because they keep limiting theirselves of how they act and behave. And when they see you, they have sense of freshness and free; independent energy from you. You are just so full of life, when they look at your eyes, it sparkles like moon so they cannot take their eyes of you. They actually open up to you a lot. If they were to be sad or emotionally stressed about something they’ll go to you and talk if their friend has faced those kind of things but in reality you know it’s them and you always know what to say. This person love that about you. Which you always open their eyes to the truth even if it was harsh they just cannot stop it. And maybe from what i see is that you are in a long distance relationship with this person, and this person misses you a lot, they feel like they don’t know themselves anymore the more you are in absence in their life. 

https://genius.com/Keshi-like-i-need-u-lyrics

Baby, I call in the dead of night

But you don't need me like I need you

Pray that I won't be alone

Baby, I call in the dead of night

But you don't need me like I need you

Pray that I won't be alone

Anime : Ao Haru Ride / Episode 11 

#pick a card #pick a pile #pac #pac reading #pac love #love tarot reading #love pac #love readings #love tarot spread #love tarot free #future spouse #future spouse reading #fs pac #fs reading #fs love reading #tarot reading #tarot readings

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I'm feeling bad, so to make myself feel better

Trans alt-poprock singer Deku.

Tw: Bullying, transphobia

She realized she was trans earlier in life, and Inko was thankfully supportive. However, being bullied at school, it only got worse after she started saying, rightfully, she was a girl. The teachers wouldn't affirm her gender and the kids made her feel worse, saying things they really shouldn't have and many would come to later regret. So, Izuku stopped saying it at school and would only wear what she wanted at home or with her mom. This included a lot of pink things along with her usual plain style.

Inko allowed Izuku to take puberty blockers right around when puberty started and her voice began cracking, her deeper voice causing pretty obvious and acute distress. However, her voice kept cracking, so she started voice training so she could sound how she wanted.

Because she researches things deeply, she gained an interest in singing, and started practicing often at home. She learned quickly, and Inko saw how sweet Izuku's singing voice was. After asking if she'd be interested, Inko enrolled her into singing classes so she'd have something to do after school. While Izuku retained her interest in heroes, music and singing quickly joined the ranks, and she started becoming both a hero and musician otaku.

Despite learning music very quickly, she couldn't quite get her voice to follow. She was starting to feel worse about her voice to the point she briefly became mute. However, the singing teacher was also supportive and showed Izuku songs from people who sang off-key. It was still lovely music and Izuku liked listening to it. After a little while, her voice came back, though she still becomes selectively mute in some situations.

Wanting to try something out, she talked to people in music forums and developed a song with a small group. She couldn't really play instruments, but she provided the vocals. They couldn't come up with a name, so Izuku used the cruel nickname "Denpaku," meaning "puppet poisoned by electromagnetic waves."

[From Wiki: The Japanese term "denpa" (電波, 'electromagnetic waves') originally arose in the 1990s to describe quirky individuals who often daydream and live in their personal fantasies, and derives from the Fukagawa Street Murders in 1981.

In regards to music, the term obtained a negative connotation, and was mainly associated with music that was considered creepy, and had incomprehensible lyrics, often of otaku origin.]

[They added denpa to deku to say she's a useless person living in ridiculous fantasies, regarding both her gender and her desire for heroics. Denpaku.]

The song came out on a small forum, being only audio. It wasn't super popular at first, but people became attracted by the expertise of the musicians and the earnest force behind Izuku's voice, even when she was off-key.

They began making more songs together, building a small following on music streaming sites. Once they gained a larger following over a thousand people, they started getting paid by some places, increasing Izuku's allowance.

Meanwhile, her school life mostly remained the same, though bullies would occasionally reference her gender "delusion". Katsuki never bullied her in that regard, though he continuously talked down to her about being quirkless. She mostly managed to take it in stride, until the incident.

At the middle of first year of middle school, a new kid transferred into the region and became popular because he had a cool quirk that allowed him to warp small objects with the snap of his fingers. He wasn't as interested in heroics, but did want to become a fashion icon and greatly valued popularity. He saw Izuku as a good target to bolster his own image, so he began participating in the bullying.

However, it kept escalating to new things, especially after he learned that Izuku is trans. He had learned bad opinions about trans people from his parents and he thus decided to push them on Izuku. First, he started framing Izuku for stealing girls' hair scrunchies and clips. Then he started framing her for stealing makeup, which Izuku fervently denied. However, no one believed her and she became further alienated at school, speaking less and less. As she used her "boy voice" less often, she began using her "girl voice" almost exclusively, though she'd have to remember to use the other one for school.

The last straw was when he tried to frame Izuku for taking pictures in the girl's changing room. He'd taken them himself, but one of the girls saw him, so he fled. The girls claimed they saw a black phone and heard someone run up near the roof.

However, it had been the boy. After running up to the roof and seeing Izuku eating there alone, he transferred the burner phone to Izuku's bag, then transferred himself into an empty room he'd ran past. He wasn't completely honest with the strength of his quirk. When the girls saw that Izuku was there on the roof, the boy came up behind them and convinced them to call Izuku out in class rather than accuse him at that moment.

Back in class, as soon as Izuku entered, she was dragged in and shoved to the floor. The girls immediately accused her of being a pervert and taking private pictures of them. Of course, she shook her head quickly, managing to put on her "boy voice" to deny the accusations despite her stress. The girls started grabbing at her, which she tried to back away from, and another girl dug into Izuku's bag, finding the phone there. It had a password, but a girl used her quirk to unlock it and they immediately found all the pictures of them.

They began calling him terrible names and accusing him. As they did, the boy casually brought up that Izuku "wanted to be a girl," so that gave her a motive to look at something she "could never be." The girls began throwing transphobic and ableist slurs and rhetoric at her, verbally assaulting her for being trans and quirkless. Izuku is already in tears, trying desperately to deny what they said, but she felt herself starting to go mute and she started having a breakdown. They started hitting her as they kept going, their anger coming to a head.

That's when Katsuki told them all to shut up.

"Deku's a quirkless bastard, but not a fucking pervert."

When the boy starts trying to say Katsuki's defending Izuku so he must be complicit, Katsuki casually asks him what his quirk is as he stands up, his face carefully blank. When the boy says Katsuki already knows, Katsuki calls him out for suddenly not wanting to remind anyone of what his quirk was, starting to pop his own quirk in his hands. The boy tries to stand up to Katsuki, explaining that it couldn't have involved him, but Katsuki keeps asking questions and letting him dig the hole himself.

Eventually, the boy is backed up against a wall as Katsuki stands in front of him, his face curled with rage.

"You know what I hate more than a Deku? A fucking villain."

He slams his hand into the wall, cracking the paint without actually using his quirk like he'd threatened. The boy's face had just been there.

But he used his quirk to jump out of the way, not wanting his face to get damaged.

Seeing that he wasn't honest about the extent of his quirk, they realized that he really had been the one to take their pictures. Some of the girls began harassing the boy. Others, realizing what they'd done, turned to Izuku to try to start apologizing, but...

Her eyes were completely empty. She was hugging herself and visibly shaking. Her breaths were coming to quickly for her to really take it in. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she just barely managed to sob.

One of the girls tried reaching for her, but Izuku's gaze snapped to the hand before her flight instincts activated. Without a sound, she scrambled to her feet and practically burst through the classroom door. She then ran down the hall, leaving everything behind. Her books, her real phone, her hero and singing journals, all of it.

The teacher, having heard the explosion, comes into the room moments after Izuku ran away and demands to know what happened.

The police get called, as do parents. Their classes get dismissed for the rest of the day. Police have to search the school for Izuku, finding her curled up in a tight ball in the school's basement, bruises on her face and hands as she shakes from stress.

The next few days, the police get the details. Katsuki got a slight slap on the wrist since he didn't use his quirk to threaten anyone–he wasn't going to ruin his school record. The boy got suspended, his family threatened with legal action from the girls' parents. The girls involved got counseling over the incident, both to assuage their fears and to scold them over how they treated Izuku, especially the slurs.

However, Izuku never returned to school. The police picked up and took her things, and that was the last anyone from the school sees of her there. The school got sued after it turned out the hate crimes against her had been going on for a long while. The kids tried to pin it on Katsuki, but his comments about Izuku being quirkless, while improper, were not determined to constitute a hate crime. He also didn't say anything about her being trans, because he honestly didn't find a problem with it. Deku was just Deku in his eyes, regardless of gender. However, the boy and other bullies who directly harmed her did cause a problem for the district. The court case would continue for an good while.

The rest of first year, second year, and third year all passed without much incident. Almost.

Katsuki was taken hostage by a villain in second year, but a girl with a face mask on and short, curly pink hair ran out of the crowd and tried to help, throwing her bag at the villain, reaching her hands into the ooze, and pulling one of Katsuki's hands out. He managed the rest, busting himself the rest of the way out. All Might arrived and finished the rest of the job.

As heroes tried to talk to the girl after the fact, she quickly gathered her things, not wanting any further attention, and she fled before either All Might or Katsuki could figure out who she was. The entire time, she never said a word.

Third year passed without any further incidents. But, around the beginning of the first year of high school, an EP by an artist group comes out.

First, they release the song with the album cover, which is a bed of roses in the evening.

It's used as the starting theme for a new romantic comedy between an awkward, somewhat tsundere girl and her love, an oblivious young man who can be rather ignorant but kindhearted, who sees through her sharp comments to the actually soft person on the inside.

Then, the group performed a live action version of the song, and...

It's Izuku standing at the mic. She looks very different, having dyed her hair pink. Her sense of style still sticks out though. Although she isn't wearing any text on her shirt, her freckles and voice call back to her. Moreover, the name of the band.

Denpaku.

She looks pretty. And she seems to clearly enjoy singing the song, dancing along disjointedly and somewhat off beat despite the fact she sings beautifully.

She shows up in one square on screen as a girl with burn marks all over her visible body plays most of the instruments, and one young man with a little bit of a moustache plays the flute, violin, and adds vocals. Denpaku is a three-person team that built on a music forum and has since become especially popular.

The older teen girl, "Velma", is a burn victim from a villain incident. The young man, "Riku", has ASD and constantly wears headphones over his ears, even while playing music. And the lead singer is, of course, Izuku, who is quirkless. She's also openly trans from the start, which threw some people off, but support loudly outweighs detractors.

"It doesn't matter. Cute is justice!"

"Why are y'all obsessed over this CHILD'S genitals?? Weirdos..."

"Ugh, what a sweetheart. When's this group's next song?"

"I get it. Denpaku, like Denpa and Deku? They're all outcasts with dreams. But they're making their dreams a reality. I like it. Call me a fan."

She attends school online, allowing her to become popular and keep learning. So, by thr time Katsuki gets into U.A., Denpaku singles and albums are already becoming more mainstream.

...Not sure how to end this one, but I'll write more about it.

#singer au #bnha au #static writes #drabble post #Youtube #au post 1

[theclearblue]

Ooh...Thanks for your kind answer (about fandom ask). So can I ask your top 10 (or top 5) fav manga each from shounen/seinen & shoujo/josei? Thx :D

Oooh of course anon and these aren't really in order but for Shoujo/Josei:

Yona of the Dawn (to anon and to everyone out there, I am BEGGING you to read YOTD please please please it starts kinda slow but it's so amazing)

Fruit's Basket

Sweat & Soap (Look the first volume comes off a little questionable...but this is one of the healthiest relationships I have ever read in my life I love them so much)

Kamisama Kiss

Revolutionary Girl Utena (and I'm also begging everyone to please please please watch Utena it's so good but do look up trigger warnings beforehand)

Chihayafuru

Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu (the ending is a little...strange on this one to put it lightly lmao but I do still really like it)

A Sign of Affection

Wotakoi: Life is Hard as an Otaku

Skip and Loafer

And for Shounen/Seinen:

One Piece (look...I know it's long...but really it's not long enough please watch or read you won't regret it)

Jujutsu Kaisen (shocking answer I know lmao)

Hunter x Hunter

Monster

Mob Psycho 100

Kaguya Sama: Love is War

Mushishi

Full Metal Alchemist

Chainsaw Man

Haikyuu

#asks

[aisha-galaxia]

Ask game!!

How about 🍃 🎨 📺 for all of the B5 if that's okay?

Thanks for the ask ☺️

Gakushu :

Gakushu's favorite season is autumn 🍂

Nobody knew that this boy likes wind and rain 😯

When he goes to school he loves to watch the leaves fall to the ground

He also likes to kick the leaves that are on the ground

Ren and the other virtuosos even caught him doing that

"Shuu, why are you doing tha-" "YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING ! AND STOP CALLING ME LIKE THAT !"

Gakushu has a lot of hobbies but if he had to choose it would definitely be playing instrument

Especially the guitar 🎸

His father offered him a guitar when he was 12

Gakushu played the guitar like EVERYDAY

His father even regretted for buying it but he thought Gakushu played the guitar very well

Gakushu doesn't really watch series nor animes he thinks they're waste of time

He only watch the news but it's really rare

Ren :

It's obvious that Ren's favorite season is spring 🌸

Blooming flowers and cherry tree, the weather, birds and animals emerging, his birthday, valentine's day... That's why he likes this season

Most of the dates that he plans are on this season

It's not surprising that Ren's favorite hobby is the yoga

He only does it when he's stressed out about something like exams

He once called the other virtuosos to do some yoga together before the exams

They all rejected this ask excepted Koyama

So he and Koyama end up doing yoga together every week

Maybe this is the beginning of a new friendship 🥺

Ren really enjoy watching animes but he prefers to read mangas

Who knows that this man was a real otaku 👀

He really enjoys romance and slice of life animes

But man... he have to hide it to the other virtuosos

You know for the dignity...

Koyama :

Koyama's favorite season is definitely winter ❄️

He doesn't really know why he likes it tough...

Maybe it's his inner child 🤔

If it's snowing, he would go out and would throw snowballs in random area

But hey, he wouldn't do that in front of the virtuosos especially in front of Gakushu

Did you forget about the dignity ?

Surprisingly, Koyama is really good at drawing

Sometimes, he draw random things behind his notebook

Luckily he's sitting at the back of the class so the teacher can't see what he's doing

Ren is the only one who is aware of Koyama's talent

Koyama is a little like Gakushu

He doesn't really watch TV, he prefers to read books

He's really into fantasy and fantastic stories

Recently he had read Harry Potter and he's a big fan of it

He even made a list of which students will be in the Griffondor group

Seo :

This guy's favorite season is arguably summer ☀️

The beach, holidays, parties, ice cream, girls in swimsuit, parties and more parties 🎉

He can't spend summer without doing a single party

It's also his favorite season because he can travel to other countries

Seo also likes to visits his old friends from LA

His friends really likes to make fun of his English accent

Seo : "He'o guys, watcha doin there today" His friends :"..."

Seo's favorite hobby is singing

He adores to sing, but only if he's alone because he's really scared of people opinions

He sings more English song then Japanese one

When the virtuosos wanted to create a music band, he originally wanted to be the singer but you know Shuu decided to be the singer of the group

Obviously, Seo really likes series especially American ones

At first he wasn't a big fan of detective series but Araki showed him some good series about it and now he really enjoys them (everybody say thank you Araki)

Araki :

This guy doesn't really have a favorite season but he had to choose it would be spring or autumn

He thinks that summer is too hot and winter too cold so that's why he hates these two seasons

Araki's favorite hobby is listening to podcasts about police investigations

He doesn't really have a reason for liking it but he just thinks these investigations are interesting

He also have a blog where he's talking about criminals and other stuff

He literally wrote a whole article about an old police investigation for the school newspaper and eventually nobody read it

Except the virtuosos, they only read it to make him happy

I think Araki doesn't like a type of media more than another one, he just watches everything that sounds cool to him !

#assassination classroom #gakushuu asano #sakakibara ren #araki teppei #seo tomoya #natsuhiko koyama #big five #five virtuosos #ask game #sorry for the short araki part #i was tired

[machifuwa]

Summer Splash | Episode 4

A short time after changing trains

Keito: ...Since the train was heading for the countryside, there seemed to be no other passengers on the train besides us... I think it's time for lunch.

Yuzuru: Understood. I will prepare it right away.

This is for Hiiro-sama.

Hiiro: Thanks! It's amazing that you were able to make lunches for five people, I truly respect that!

Yuzuru: I'm glad. Shiratori-sama, here is your meal.

Aira: Uwaai~! Thank you so much ♪

Hm? Mine looks a bit different from Hiro-kun's...?

Hiiro: It looks like it's not just ours. Kagehira-senpai's bento is burnt all over.

Yuzuru: Do you remember when we asked you in advance what you liked to eat when we prepared your lunch?

We did not try to do everything separately. We tried to reflect your preferences as much as possible ♪

Keito: So, Kagehira's burnt bento is intentional?

Mika: I like the half-burnt ones that look like a beginner's mistake.

Mmh-hmm~ delicious! This exquisite bitterness is the best! ♪

I've never had such an ideal bento in my life. Yukkun, thank you~

Yuzuru: I have to admit that when I heard about you, I was wondering what to do. I am honored that you are pleased.

How about the rest of you? I hope it suits your taste...

Keito: It's delicious, no complaints. Fushimi has always been talented, but I can't believe his cooking is perfect as well.

Yuzuru: I'm glad. But I only started cooking this kind of food very recently when I joined "Niki's Kitchen"...

Until then, I had been diligently making lunch boxes for the Young Master. But they were unpopular because they were tasteless.

The lack of taste was due to prioritising nutritious ingredients, and I don't regret my actions at the time.

If I had to weigh taste against intake standards, I'd take the latter for the sake of the Young Master.

But, I learned that I didn't have to weigh these things up when I joined "Niki's Kitchen". If you are creative, you can make delicious, nutritious food.

Thanks to Shiina-sama's guidance, the Young Master started smiling while he ate his meal.

But that's not all. I am now able to make dishes like this that will please people other than just the Young Master.

I will continue to be diligent in our efforts to avoid complacency.

Aira: Mmh-hmm... I guess it's okay to be so presumptuous because it tastes so good, no?

I'd be so proud. I'd post it on social media with lots of hashtags.

Oh, shoot. Even though Fushimi-senpai made it with such care, I ended up eating the whole thing without taking a photo.

Hiiro: I haven't eaten all of it yet, so you can take my lunch.

Ah... no. I'm not a "lovely" so I refuse. This bento is only "for me".

Aira: To ease my mind, I'll take a picture of Hiro-kun eating his lunch. Oh, can I post it on social media?

Hiiro: Umu. Do I look "lovely" eating my lunch?

Aira: For Hiro-kun's fans, that is. Private snaps are great, an otaku's favorite...♪

Mika: Fufu~ Now that I've finished my lunch, I might as well take pictures too.

I think it's called "Rural Landscape"? I wonder if Oshi-san would be pleased if I sent it to him.

...? ...Ah... no... I can't get a good shot. I can't help it, it's all blurry...

Keito: If you don't mind, why not use video mode? It's less blurry than a still picture, and it'll bring your voice along with it.

Mika: Yeah, I'll do that! Let's see... Change the mode and...

Oshi-san, can you hear me? It's me~♪

Hiiro: Thanks for the food. Now, I'll take some photos too. For Tatsumi-senpai and the oth-

......

Yuzuru: What's wrong, Hiiro-sama?

Hiiro: Umu... I was so engrossed in the conversation and lunch that I didn't realise it, but it's a beautiful view.

I was surprised at how much things change when you get away from the city for a little while. It's completely different from my hometown, and I only realise how big Japan is.

I wonder what's it like where we're going to camp? I'm really looking forward to it.

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Written by Yuumasu

Season: Summer

Translated by machi

#ensemble stars #enstars #hiiro amagi #yuzuru fushimi #mika kagehira #aira shiratori #keito hasumi

[mephinomaly]

[TL] Keito Lecture/Chapter 4

Season: Summer

Time: A little while after changing trains

Keito: ……There seems to be no-one travelling to the countryside apart from ourselves. Shall we have lunch?

Yuzuru: Most certainly. I will get it ready right away.

This is for Hiiro-sama.

Hiiro: Thanks. It’s amazing that you’ve made bentos for 5 people. You have my respect!

Yuzuru: I appreciate that. Shiratori-sama, please, take yours.

Aira: Uwahh! Thank you very much ♪

…Huh? Mines a little different to Hiro-kun’s…?

Hiiro: I don’t think it’s only ours that’s different. Kagehira-senpai’s bento is completely burnt?

Yuzuru: Before I made them, I came to ask each of you what your favourite foods are. Do you remember?

They aren’t completely different. I tried my hardest to reflect your preferences in each bento ♪

Keito: So Kagehira’s burnt bento is intentional?

Mika: I like the half-burnt ones beginners make when they fail.

Mmmm…Yup, this is delicious! This is the perfect amount of bitterness. This is the best ♪

This is the first, ideal bento I’ve had in my life. Thanks, Yukkun~

Yuzuru: To be honest, when I first heard your request, I was quite taken aback. I’m honoured that I can please you.

How is everyone else's? I hope they are to your liking…

Keito: No complaints here, this is wonderful. You’re a competent cook, Fushimi, so of course the food is perfect too.

Yuzuru: You are too kind. I have not always been able to make these sorts of dishes. Only recently, when I joined Niki’s Kitchen was I able to do so.

Until then, I only made bentos for Bocchama. If it was flavourless, he would dislike it.

Though it had to be as nutritional value was of the highest priority so it is not something I regret.

If you take into account both nutritional intake and flavour, Bocchama prefers the latter.

But, once I joined Niki’s Kitchen, I discovered that it was unnecessary to balance them. If you repeatedly plan out your ideas, you can make recipes that are full of nutrition and are also tasty.

Thanks to Shiina-sama’s guidance, I can see Bocchama eat a meal with a smile on his face.

But that is not all. In this way, I am able to create dishes that people other than Bocchama will enjoy.

To not be conceited and focus my energy, I can also continue to devote myself.

Aira: Munch munch… I think it’s alright to be conceited because this tastes really good, right?

Or should I say, I’m the conceited one. I just uploaded to SNS with a bunch of hashtags.

…Waa, dang it. This was handmade by Fushimi-senpai but I finished eating it all without taking a picture.

Hiiro: I haven’t eaten mine yet, so you can take a picture of it.

Aira: No, that’s not very rabu. Taking a picture of my own is the most important.

For peace of mind, I’ll take a picture of Hiro-kun eating his bento. Ah, can I upload this?

Hiiro: Yes. Is me eating a bento “rabui”?

Aira: For Hiro-kun’s fans it is. Private picture are good, they’re an otaku’s favourite thing…♪

Mika: Fufu. Now I’ve finished eatin’, I’m wonderin’ if I should take a picture too.

Would ya call this “rural landscape”? Do ya think Oshi-san will like it?

…? ….Gaghh, I ain’t good at this. It’s all blurry.

Keito: If you are going to get hung up about it, why not record a video? It’s harder to blur a video, and you can record your voice as well.

Mika: Nnna, good idea. Lemme jus’ change the mode, anddd-

Oshi-san, is this workin’~? It’s me~...♪

Hiiro: Thank you for the food. Hm, I’ll take a picture too. For Tatsumi-senpai and—

……

Yuzuru: Is something wrong, Hiiro-sama?

Hiiro: No… I was just caught up in the conversation and eating lunch that I didn’t realise how beautiful the scenery is.

We’re not too far from the city, but has it really changed this much? It's completely different from my hometown. I didn’t really realise the size of Japan.

I wonder what sort of place we will be camping at. I’m really looking forward to it.

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[hime-hime-club]

LE MAD BANANA'S RANDOM BLABBERING ABOUT YOWAMUSHI PEDAL

* Yes there was a Spare Bike movie -- but was that just it? Would there be a chance to make it into a proper anime series!?

* Miyahara (a.k.a. Class Rep) has finally given a name -- SUZUKO. I'm gagging

* Fight me or not, Manami is actually... hermit-smart. You know what I mean?

* Was it mentioned in Spare Bike that Arakita is bad at Math? All I know is that he easily falls asleep just by seeing numbers swimming on the blackboard, but I don't remember reading one part that he sucks at it. Because what if he is actually hecking good at it? I mean, he won't be able to get into the course of his choice in Yonan if he sucks at Math.

*And I am tell you, since Onoda is now captain, one possible punishment he could give to his juniors, if and when they didn't finish their laps or anything similar, is to make them perform Love Hime's opening theme -- complete with costume and such. Fellow third years are NO EXCEPTION.

* I won't be surprised if KyoFushi will win this year's Inter-High. I have mixed feelings for Midousuji, but he is a one damn opponent since day one.

* Who made their first impression that Teshima and Aoyagi were like evil stepbrothers in Onoda's life -- but they proved us wrong and they are now one of the most celebrated pair in the series? I'm raising my hand.

* And yes, I’m signing their adoption papers now.

* Who knows Aya Tachibana, Miki's BFF from the tennis team? I wanna see more of her, because reasons.

* The funniest character in the series IMHO? FUKUTOMI. Watch the omakes of the first two seasons and you'll understand why.

* Am I the only one who thinks that Toudou is a good dancer? I mean, he was trained in traditional dance, right?

* Imaizumi is a great representation of all closet otakus.

* I'm one of the victims of wrong impression that Makishima is a bad person because of his looks. I humbly apologize. From then, I saw the light, he's the patron saint of awkwardness. He is MY patron saint.

* Okay, Toudou is, obviously, my number one. But for whatever reason since I watched Limit Break, I’m sinning against him because of JUNTA GODDAMN TESHIMA.

* Speaking of Teshima, is there really such thing as an ABACUS COMPETITION? That was as per their Wiki.

* Speaking of Limit Break, TO OMIT THAT DEATH MATCH SCENE BETWEEN TESHIMA AND URAKUBO IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY. And to make it worse, Urakubo in the anime was denoted to a mere side character. I’ve read the manga, and I’m so brokenhearted.

* What’s more heartbreaking? Where the hell are our dose of omakes every end of the episode!? We finally had a glimpse of its eyecatch -- AT WHAT COST!?

* My sincerest apologies for not reblogging translated recent chapters due to lack of time, but GOD BLESS ROKUDAI. I would love to see him grow as the series go on.

* So knowing that Izumida et. al. already graduated, do you think they will have their own Spare Bike chapter? I believe they should.

* I believe Watanabe-sensei has a knack of molding side characters into MCs one day. Perfect examples of this redemption technique are Teshima, Aoyagi and Kuroda -- to the point that they even underwent a makeover!

* Midousuji has the most number of different hairstyles in the entire series -- so far.

* Have you ever wondered if Hakogaku even had a manager like Miki?

* As much as I’m having doubts about Limit Break at this moment, I still hope they would show the last ‘episode’ where Team Sohoku would go back to Akihabara and then go to a karaoke to celebrate.

There might be a lot more in store but these are my thoughts right now and I hope you don’t mind me blabbering about this because in all honesty, I regret not knowing about this eight years ago.

#banana rambles #I thought I have to let it out before I go insane #yowamushi pedal

[ibitsunahaato]

Summer Splash 4

Time: Some time after changing trains

Keito: …Since this train only goes towards the countryside, it seems like there are no other travellers besides us. Should we have lunch then?

Yuzuru: Understood. I shall immediately get it ready for you.

Yuzuru: This is Hiiro-sama’s portion.

Hiiro: Thank you. You even made five lunch boxes—How incredible… You have my respect!

Yuzuru: I appreciate that. Shiratori-sama, here is yours.

Aira: Wah! Thank you so much ♪

…Huh. The contents of my lunch box seem to be different from Hiro-kun's…?

Hiiro: And it doesn't seem to be just ours either. Kagehira-senpai's bento is… Completely burnt?

Yuzuru: Before I prepared the lunch boxes, do you remember the time when I inquired about your favourite foods?

I was not able to make them all completely different. But I tried to make lunch boxes that reflect your likings as much as possible.

Keito: In that case, Kagehira's burnt lunch—Is that on purpose?

Mika: I love half-burnt stuff that feels like a beginner's failed cookin'.

Nom nom… Mm~ So tasty! This wonderful bittersweet flavour… 'Tis the best ♪

'Tis the first time in my whole life that I'm eatin' such an ideal lunch. Thank ya, Yukkun~

Yuzuru: I was honestly worried about what to do when I first heard your response to my question. But I am deeply honoured that I am able to please you.

What about the others? I do hope they suit your tastes…

Keito: It's delicious, no doubt about it. Yuzuru has always been competent, but I didn't realise that even your cooking skills are perfect.

Yuzuru: I am grateful to hear that. However, I only became able to make dishes like these quite recently… After I became part of “Niki’s Kitchen”.

Until that point, I used to diligently make lunches for Bocchama… But they were considered dull and were not well-liked.

And that was because I prioritised ingredients with higher nutritional values, which, to be fairly honest, I do not regret.

If I had to choose between taste and nutritional intake, then I would always pick the latter for Bocchama’s sake.

However, by becoming a part of “Niki’s Kitchen”, I came to understand that it is not necessary to make a choice between the two. I realised that with enough scheming, you can make delicious dishes filled with ample nutrients.

Thanks to the guidance of Shiina-sama, Bocchama has started breaking into smiles during mealtimes.

And that’s not all. Like this, I have also become able to make dishes that pleases others besides Bocchama.

I shall take care not to get too pretentious and continue to devote myself here on forth as well.

Aira: Nom nom… But this is super tasty, so I think it’s fine even if you get a little pretentious?

I mean, I definitely would. I’d put plenty of hashtags and post all over SNS.

…Ahh, oh no. It was Fushimi-senpai’s homemade lunch—Yet I ended up eating everything without taking any pics.

Hiiro: I haven’t eaten yet, so you can take a picture of mine.

Aira: Nope, that’s not very love so I’ll pass. What’s important is that it was for me.

To feel better, lemme take a pic of Hiro-kun eating his lunch. Ah, can I post it on SNS?

Hiiro: Umu. Do I look “rabui” eating lunch?

Aira: To Hiro-kun’s fans, yeah. Private shots are so good—They're an otaku’s favourite meal…♪

Mika: Mfufu. I’m done eatin’ so maybe I’ll take a pic too?

‘Tis what ya call a “rural landscape”, yea? I wonder if Oshi-san would be happy if I sent a pic to him.

…? …Nah, I can’t take anythin' good. Comes out blurry no matter what.

Keito: Unless you’re against the idea, what about recording a video using the video mode? Videos won't turn out as blurry as still images and you can also send your voice along with it.

Mika: Ain’t that nice… Then I’ll do that. Lemme change the mode ‘n—

Oshi-san, can ya hear me~? It’s me~...♪

Hiiro: Thank you for the meal. Now, let me also take a picture. For Tatsumi-senpai and—

…

Yuzuru: What may be the matter, Hiiro-sama?

Hiiro: Umu… I was absorbed in our conversation and having lunch that I did not realise—This is quite a beautiful sight.

It’s a wonder how the scenery can change so much when we left the city just a little while ago. It is also completely different from my hometown… I have only come to realise how vast Japan is.

The place where we are making an encampment—I wonder what kind of place it is. I'm looking forward to it.

Writer: Yuumasu

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