OperaHouse has announced they will be releasing an English version of The Villainess Is Adored by the Prince of the Neighbor Kingdom for the Nintendo Switch! There is currently no set release date.
"'Am I…inside my favorite otome game!?'
It seems like the heroine reincarnated as a character in her favorite otome game — but as the villainess, Tiararose.
Her days passes by just like the scenario in the original game, ending up being told to break off her engagement with the crown prince of Lapis Lazuli, Hartknights.
But then she is proposed by Aquasteed, the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom Marinforest…however this wasn’t supposed to happen in the original game…!?"
This visual novel is adapted from a light novel and manga of the same name. It covers the first three chapters of the story.
Postwar! Levi is very confused yet pleased with his life.
Sometimes he’s confused that he falls asleep so easily on your couch while you cook dinner in the kitchen.
Yet he’s very pleased that he’s about being able to fall asleep easily on the couch, the smell of good food relaxing him.
Sometimes he’s confused that he wakes up long after the sun, and it shines through the window.
Yet he’s very pleased when the sun is up long before him, and that he is be bathed in the sunlight breaking through the window.
Sometimes he’s very confused that he can eat whatever he wants, that he doesn’t have to stand in a long line and just wait for soup and bread.
Yet he’s pleased that he can work in the kitchen with you, making whatever food you two want, that he can choose whenever you eat. That you two can have dessert.
Sometimes he’s confused that he doesn’t have to exercise everyday, that he doesn’t have to overwork himself everyday.
Yet he’s pleased that he doesn’t have to exercise and overwork himself everyday, that instead of having to fight and work with ODM gear everyday, he can just go for a simple walk with you.
Sometimes he’s confused that he doesn’t have to lock himself in his office and just sign papers for hours, falling asleep in his chair.
Yet he’s pleased he doesn’t have to sign a hundred papers a night, and that he doesn’t he have fall asleep in his chair ink all over his hand.
Sometimes he’s confused that he wakes up to the crying of a child, a child that he’s able to soothe back to sleep.
Yet he’s pleased that he only wakes up to the crying of a child that he can easily calm back to sleep. 
Sometimes he’s confused at the state of the world, yet he’s pleased at the peace of it.
My contribution to @bloompompom's writing event "to all the fictional boys I loved before".
Pairing : Levi Ackerman x Y/N ; AU : Anastasia
Part 1: the con artists
Word count : around 1k.
The sun sank beneath the skyline, casting its warm glow on a forgotten part of the city within the inner district of wall Rosé. The city became alive with the chatter of the crowds, the street vendors were calling out potential customers to buy their goods, laughter and chatter filled the air as it mingled with the sound of street music and the aroma of the food sold in that vibrant part of the city.
Somewhere within the city, stood an abandoned theater that served as the perfect stage for their con…The duo, Hange and Y/N, had it all meticulously planned down to the last detail, but there remained a final piece to complete the puzzle of their grand scheme. Ironically, it is the most important part of the entire plan.
“Next,” said Hange in a monotonous voice, signaling the next actor on the stage
Y/N sighs in response, her face is resting on her cheek “let’s see how this one goes”
A tall, handsome young man smiles warmly at the duo before getting on the stage to impersonate the long-lost prince.
He cleared his throat, and immediately, his expression changed to that of a vulnerable and lost soul.
“Mother,” he began "for too long, I have wandered alone in the shadows, concealing my true identity out of fear of persecution. But today, I stand before you, not as a stranger, not as a beggar, but as your son, as the true and only legitimate heir of the Ackerman dynasty."
“Mother,” he clenched his fist, his face twisting with sorrow as he continued in a gentle yet undeniable desperate voice “I know of the hardships you endured, as an outcast after the coup, forced to take refuge in a faraway city outside the walls. We share the same pain, mother. Your pain is my own. I may have been lost, but I have found my way back to you, and I have returned with a promise: now that I have found you, never will we be separated again, together we shall remain. Always”
The young man’s voice was so full of passion to the point of moving both Y/N and Hanji to tears.
The talented actor descended from the stage and strode confidently towards Y/N and Hange, awaiting their feedback. Hange wiped off her tears and said “my good man, that was a performance I will never forget,” to which Y/N nodded.
Hange whispered to Y/N : “we found him, Y/N. We found the perfect one! His performance was incredible. Our plan will finally move forward!”
Y/N responds : “that was incredible indeed, but…”
Hange, puzzled, whispered to Y/N: “what do you mean, "but "?"
“....something is wrong, Hange”
“Not again…” Hange turned to the young man and cleared her throat : “excuse us, please” he nodded, and then Hange lead Y/N by her hand the corner of the theater
“Y/N what is it this time?”
“He’s not the same, Levi was different, I know this well enough because -”
“...because you used to work at the castle 12 years ago,” Hange rubbed her temples and struggled to remain composed. “I know, I know.. You told me a thousand times…”
“This guy is way too friendly, Levi was a grumpy kid, plus, he is way too tall, Levi wasn’t…”
Hange lets out an exasperated sigh “the last time you saw Levi he was like 10, do you think his height and personality would remain the same all these years ? Come on!”
“I don’t feel that he’s the right one, I really don’t. This guy’s hair is curly”
“Who cares? Look,” Hange takes out something from her pocket “one look at this silver pocket watch and his mother will think that this is her son. Then we’ll take the prize money and we’ll scam before she knows it”
“Uh… I really don’t know if this is our guy, Hange.”
“Well, this is the best one I’ve seen so far, his talent is undeniable.”
“But his eyes are brown, Levi’s eyes are gray.”
Another sigh escaped Hange’s lips as she failed to get her point to Y/N. All of a sudden, the sound of commotion caught Y/N’s attention and she looked from the window. She saw a short, black-haired man with an undercut sprinting through the crowded marketplace, dodging the startled merchants and confused townsfolk. Intrigued by the sight of three military police personnel chasing after the mysterious young man, Y/N was staring at him, her heart pounding with an explicable urge to help, an unknown impulse to intervene.
Hange saw Y/N’s fixated gaze on the young fugitive and commented “seeing the direction where he is running away from, I assume he’s another runaway from the underground district. The military police will catch him in no time.”
Y/N didn’t say a word, she simply rushed towards the unknown man, Hange called out to her, asking her to wait but to no avail. She turned her back to the talented actor and said in an apologetic tone “I will get in touch with you later, but for now excuse me,” to which he nodded.
Hange ran after Y/N, hoping that her friend’s impulsive nature would not cause them any trouble, she knew Y/N’s intentions the moment she saw the expression on her face : she was going to help the escapee somehow. Hange silently hoped that Y/N’s spontaneous decision wouldn't lead them into more trouble than they could handle.
Y/N closes the distance between her and the guards and she sees a street performer, a talented fire breather amid the busy marketplace. Leaning in, she whispered her plan to his ear and discreetly placed money in his hand. With a nod of understanding, he positioned himself at the center of the busy square, captivating the attention of passersby with a mesmerizing performance. A large crowd began to gather, drawn in by the spectacle unfolding before them of the young man skillfully making the flames dance with him. The crowd cheered loudly as they watched his command on the fire, their eyes fixated on him.
The performance created the perfect opportunity to divert the military police’s attention from the fleeing young man. Y/N snuck through the crowd to the young man and whispered “follow me”
The fugitive furrowed brows and narrowed eyes at the strange woman’s words “Excuse me?”
“Listen, you have no other choice but to trust me.”
“And why is that?”
“Listen, I know the military police are chasing you and it’s a matter of time before the street performance finished. " she extended her hand "Follow me, I have somewhere I can hide you.”
Fueled by the urgency of his situation and pressured by his fear of being captured, he decided to trust this stranger’s words, he nodded and followed her.
Little did they know that this exchange marked the beginning of a new chapter in their intertwined destinies.
When you face deportation, your workplace nemesis agrees to marry you. However, when you visit his family, it changes your perception in many ways.
c.w : swearing, fraud, mentions of deportation, mutually beneficial relationship
w.c : 1.0k ; part 1
@bloompompom (cutest idea for a collab ever!! <3)
To be who you are right now, was not easy. The climb to the top was not just a quick montage of you being successful. You worked day and night, toiled relentlessly under awful bosses, and barely had a love life, just to be at this very moment.
You look incredulously at the board of management when they say those words. A lump forms in your throat and your eyes might tear up if you weren't holding onto a last shred of restraint.
Deportation ?
After all the hard work you've done, you are getting deported from the country, and it's fucking devastating. You hold yourself together, you've done so till now but it's getting very hard to continue.
“Is there any chance I could avoid deportation ?” You laugh, though there's no humor in your voice. The higher ups look at you with thin smiles and eyes devoid of any compassion.
“You are, and always will be our biggest asset but reapplying for your visa will take another year. We have to start looking at other candidates.”
The world around you crashes and you are trying to push down the bile, your day was not going the way you planned it out in your journal.
You should've known today was going to be the worst when you woke up to a dead phone, empty skincare and wrinkled clothes that didn't dry quite right.
“…Is this a bad time ?”
You hear a voice. You hear his voice. The man you've grown to not hate. Nanami Kento.
He held the same position as you and you had the unfortunate experience of working on three major projects with him. He always pissed you off with his condescending speech, how he always pretended to care about your well-being only because he wanted you to let your guard down around him.
“I did not know the meeting room was engaged, my apologies—” He says quickly ready to leave, but the minute those words leave his mouth, A dangerous idea makes itself known in your mind.
“Nanami! Oh, sweetheart!” You cringe internally as you call out to him, though at that moment, it was the only option left.
You giggle and make your way to him, pulling him away from the door. His face twists and a horrified expression makes its way onto his stern features.
“…what’s going on right now ?” He awkwardly chuckles, pulling his arm away from you. You begin to think maybe getting deported is better than being stuck in a position like this, with him.
You laugh nervously, “I know we discussed that we would wait a while longer before we made our relationship public, but life’s crazy and apparently if we don’t tell certain officials about our engagement, I might have to leave the nation.” You grit your teeth and pray to every religion, begging that Nanami would side with you.
“Oh..” He scratches his head, “Our relationship, the secret one that no one else knew about, which seems to be beneficial to your current predicament.”
The management looks at you suspiciously, but that dissipates the minute Nanami steps forward and brings your hand towards his lips, pressing the softest kiss to your fingers.
“I'm glad I get to do this now, it was quite difficult holding myself back for this long.” He sighs softly, and you almost doubt yourself.
Maybe you were secretly dating these past six months. The warmth in his face is bewildering, he looks and breathes like a man in love. A soft blush falls on your cheek and you almost shy away.
The higher ups manage to laugh and seem at ease with the PDA, they turn to you and one of them ask you to head to the immigration office and sort the mess out. It takes a quick discussion and you are suddenly out the meeting room with a fiance in your arms.
You both head to your office, the hushed whispers around you signal that the news is out already. You pull him in to your office, and quickly lock the door.
When you turn around, he's seated on your chair with a lazy smirk plastered on his face.
“I want the Shibuya project, if you get deported it will go to someone who's not me and I'm not sure I like that.” He says with finality.
You gape at him like a fish.
The Shibuya project was one of the hugest deals the company was handling, and if it wasn't for the deportation issue, it could have easily landed you a promotion. There was absolutely no way you could give it up.
“Time is running — you hand over the project, we get married, we pretend for a few months and divorce when you get your citizenship sorted.” He explains, “or i could just back out of this impromptu arrangement, and you get deported while i get to maintain my position.”
You walk over to him, face clearly in displeasure, “Nanami, there’s no way-”
“Oh!” He interrupts, “funny how there is only twenty seconds left for you to make a decision.” He chuckles, looking at his obnoxious watch.
“Fine.” You groan, shaking your head. “But I’ll hand it over only after you’ve signed the necessary documents.” You try to grasp at a semblance of control.
“Whatever sweetheart, I'm putting myself in danger for you.”
Suddenly his phone rings, a picture of a man with a mop of white hair and the cheesiest smile ever appears on the screen.
“Fuck, it’s Gojo.” He mumbles, sighing loudly as he answers.
You can hear the faintest voice from where you stand, the man on the other end speaks too fast and animated for you to understand anything.
“This weekend ?? I guess I forgot.”
You stand there awkwardly, catching a reflection of yourself on your glass table. You look awful, eyes crazed and mascara smudged. You start to fix yourself, focused on getting a stain out, when you hear Nanami clearing his throat.
“So, what do you think about visiting my family with me over the weekend for my birthday ?”
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OKAIYYYY so a few things; first of all, i was so so excited to write this because i loved the proposal as a nine year old and wanted an excuse to rewatch it,,,,
second of all, this is not really set in any country i genuinely don't know how deportation laws work so excuse me for any ignorance (the shibuya project is just for shits and giggles pls let me reference a major plot point from the source material)
third of all, i'll definitely make this a mini series because no way i'm going to be able to write an entire movie based fic as a one shot but also i didn't want to lose the motivation i had by making this like a 20k oneshot
finally, this is like my first time writing something with proper grammar and capitalisation, like i did not just put my thoughts into a post here. that's it, mwah mwah show some love byeee <333
it's been easy to write off Levi's passion about tea as a quirk about his character, but tea is every good memory with his mother. memories so good that Levi can imagine a beam of sunlight penetrating the underground ceiling for just the two of them. it's his comfort. it's a symbol of the civilized life in a world of animals tearing each other apart. Levi and tea :((
This week’s episode made me CRYYYYY I love Toji so much, despite all of his fuck-ups, he’s always loved Megumi, and he’s proven it once again in his final words to his son.
I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY SO BADLY
If you are a fellow toji or megumi fan pls come scream about them with me 🥺
I've seen the discussion against AI art and I'm starting to see the point. I decided to share the art I commissioned in the past instead of sharing more and more AI art, since it will help artists gain more visibility.
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