Watching the Moze hsr drama from Mujin and learned the OP deleted their post on Tumblr but someone had relogged that apology post So Now It's Ancient Histort
Imagine getting isekai’d into your latest hyperfixation: an otome game filled with charming characters going gaga for the player. Constant love triangles and a touch of magic, you’re leaping to finally enact some of the scenes you’ve spent hours replaying. Oh but who can forget! You’re not exactly alone.
“Ew what is this place? Why is it so sparkly.”
“This is the game I told you about! The one with all my new crushes!”
“Great. I’m just glad we didn’t get hit by a truck to get here.”
Your dear friend is along for the ride and you feel like this is just perfect! All that time you’ve spent raving over the different routes and your favorite moments; they’re familiar enough with the world. Still they let you lead getting all the way to the climax of the tutorial where all the candidates make an appearance.
“We’ll be in the same study group. What’s your name again?”
You open your mouth. Prepared to embrace the introduction with the illusive Ice Prince himself you’ve dreamt about. But your voice is giving out and the pumping in your chest overwhelms you and when those golden eyes squint at you in rising scorn. There’s no way you can speak now.
“Uh they’re (Y/n) and I’m Emy. Nice to meet ya!”
Their easy nonchalant introduction is the start of an adventure and the end of your dream. Their persistent uncaring attitude towards events or the array of colorful personality traits in the battlier doesn’t phase a practiced extrovert such as they. Casually resembling the answers programmed for players to say and deviating at the perfect times. All so easily the whole lot of the love interests are so obviously head over heels for her in no time.
Leaving you behind.
Competitions meant to improve teamwork are lead by Emy. Study topics are chosen by Emy. Hang out spaces are where Emy decides. What challenges the group takes on are ordained because Emy wants to. Sparring sessions are always with Emy.
Everything begins to be centered around Emy.
“Emy…you’re amazing.”
“You’ll be my greatest rival yet, Emy!”
“Chu chu Marry me Emy! I’m just kidding…unless?”
“I’ve never met anyone like you Emy!”
While you can’t bring yourself to hate Emy because at the end of the day it makes you happy that Emy is happy. It still hurts. It still makes your chest heavy when the group is already headed to the sparring arena without you. It still makes you eyes water when there’s no space at the lunch table for you. It still hurts when you’ll hear about something monumental that Emy did from someone else who’s spouting some legendary feat.
It hurts that your bias, hears your name and still asks who.
And it still hurts when the friendliest of the group, asks that you switch seats so that they can be closer to her.
And it burns more than anything to not be able to talk to your friend like you used to.
“Hey Emy I was wondering–”
“Sorry I’m just so wiped out from the honors awards can we talk later.”
_____
“Emy did you understand the lesson?”
“Haha uhh sorry what did you say (Y/n)?”
“I was asking–”
“Haha okay your crazy. Uh ask the teacher or something I have to go!”
_______
“Emy…do you ever think about going home?”
“Hmmm no.”
“Really? Like never?”
“Nope I love it here.”
“Ah okay…”
It’s an interesting problem. Should you let yourself be consumed with guilt when you begin to wish you were in Emy’s place? Is it main-character syndrome if you clearly never were? Is it bad that you want to go home now that you know this is nothing like the game you used to play? It all culminates into a new goal.
One for you to return home.
So instead of walking alone at the back of the group; you confine yourself to the library or the study with one purpose. Nose deep in books and scrolls you desperately search for a lead. Some way that you can return back to the world you know. Back to where you weren’t just a side character fading in the background.
“Oi rainy parade! What are you doing?”
This interruption was brought by the low-tier villain. Temple was an adversary to the mc during the first competitions. Beaten easily and humiliated they fade into obscurity before leaving for good. But for whatever reason they’re standing above you, waiting for you to answer. Swallowing an exhausted sigh you try to brush them off; ignoring bullies was the best way to get them to go away.
“Reading.”
“Yeah but what are you reading?”
“Just research…do you need something?”
“Yeah, join our group!”
Its then you’re acutely aware of who’s walking up behind him, stomach sinking when you realize precisely who they are. All of them are minor to major villains within the otome game with varying degrees of just beating mc to encapsulating the world in dark magic. So you weren’t exactly thrilled to see them all on board with you, specifically.
“Look if this is about revenge against Emy I’m not interested.”
“Revenge on who, now?” It was Starle, a known glutton that acted as the apathetic competitor. Currently crunching on some crackers, you tried to recall if that arc had even occurred yet. Coming up with blanks because you were so out of the loop when it came to Emy now…
Temple sighs and sits on the desk in front of you, forcing you to put the book down.
“Look if you’re talking about Emy I’m so over that I’m onto bigger things.”
“Like what kind?”
“The kind that can help you make a portal.”
Its Ryder Winsor, the aforementioned high-tier villain who’s well on their way to planning world domination by now. Only seeing him in passing you’re not only blown away by that outlandish statement but by the suaveness that the mc is built to fall prey to on a few occasions. Their smiles don’t assure you but your certain if anyone can beat them in the end it will be Emy…so in the meantime why not take advantage?
“Okay but anything too violent is completely off the table.”
“Deal. Welcome to our group (Y/n) we’re all so incredibly happy that you’re here.”
For once in a long time that doesn’t turn out to be a lie because now the time you’d quietly spend off to the side is filled with banter or one-sided ranting. Lunches spent alone are filled with very serious taste-testing of different snacks. Study sessions are now becoming unproductive because of all the time you spend laughing. Nights you spend lying awake waiting for the sun to come up are spent chatting about the mundane and the grandiose.
This what a real team feels like. What real friends are like. You almost forgot.
When you do remember to look over at the beaming Emy, you’re happy to say that nothing sparks guilt or envy. You’re happy too now and that’s enough for you.
What isn’t enough for Emy is when they’re caught off guard by one of their teacher’s praises, “Congratulations on getting that member out of your group! I think without them the power dynamics will finally even out.”
Whoa whoa a member left the group?!
Emy does a headcount at lunch, finding all the familiar smiling faces except for one. They shook their head as punishment for forgetting. (Y/n) had started sitting away from the group because it was so overcrowded at their favorite table….right? Is it bad that Emy can’t remember that conversation? So they scan the cafeteria looking over the students who admirably stared back at them to one of the few who weren’t. Lunches in one hand and arms linked with someone else that dastardly mean boy from the first magic competition—Temple. They remember that night you going over all the ins and outs of the world; so grateful back then that she had you on their team able to predict the exact sequence that they’d be attacked. Did they ever thank you for that? Either they look to see just who their chatting so animatedly with and it’s none other than you. Laughing almost loud enough over the din of the cafeteria, it dawns on Emy how it’s been awhile since they’ve seen it. Leaned on by another face you vaguely warned her about who does spare a glance in her direction before turning back to you. Maybe they’ll get your attention, since they have it so readily.
“Hey (Y/n)?! (Y/n)?!”
Calling out to you doesn’t work since you’re already out of the cafeteria on the way to wherever you’re going and the one that did see her doesn’t seem interested in passing along her message. Emy doesn’t take it to heart finally answering the concerned members of her battlier, her friends about what was on her mind.
“Did you know (Y/n), left?”
“Who’s that—OW!”
“That’s the one that tags along with our group alot, right?”
“I was aware when the teacher gave me their final resignation to sign, why?”
Emy’s face heats uncontrollably, how did they miss this? Shaking it off they move on, settling their nerves with the fact that they’ll catch you later. After all a change in party doesn’t mean a change in class.
“Oh no (Y/n) transferred out of this class a week ago. They moved up to advanced ancient magics to match their battlier. Why, would you like to go there as well?”
“N-n-no I’m just checking. Thank you, Professor.”
They shake it off again, they are dormmates so Emy has nothing to worry about. Granted in the past they’re usually so tired, they can manage to stay up to have this conversation. Tonight she’ll get to the bottom of your sudden absence.
She waits diligently, constantly looking to the door and perking up when others footsteps pass by the door. Eventually with coursework done and the moon high in the sky they pace as they wait for you to come. Finally the lock to the door jiggles and behind it unfamiliar laughter…wait who is that?+
The door opens to reveal you and behind you the Scorpion twins. Another pair of handsome faces you warned her against and at one point raved about your mixed feelings about them. Why were the casually poking at you and then grabbing your stuff and leaving? Wait a minute your side of the room is incredibly barren when did that happen?
“Uh hi I didn’t know you were having friends over…”
“Oh we’re not staying we just came to get the last of their stuff!”
“Yup because someone apparently doesn’t like being bed buddies with me anymore!”
“I never said that! I just miss my bed and it beats going back and forth.”
“Y’know I really think you should’ve taken Winsor’s advice and just bought all this stuff again.”
“Don’t cry about it they’re just sentimental keepsakes, not because of any other reason.”
Emy doesn’t miss the grey eyed glare they both give her.
“(Y/n) can I talk to you…alone?”
You huff clearly annoyed, “I’d rather not, besides they’re going in and out of the room anyway. Just say what you want to say.”
Emy resists the urge to roll their eyes at your difficulty but still they confront you. Ask about why you left and what you’re doing hanging out with those guys—the villains you warned her about. You surprise her with a broken look on your face, “You really don’t know?”
Emy can do nothing but shrug as she tries to rack her brain for some reason. Finding none she expectantly waits for you to tell her. Just like back then. You refuse to do this again.
“You know what…they’re my friends and they’re helping me out with something important to me.”
“Wait what’s important to you?”
“....Goodbye Emy, Rogue I’m ready to go. For good.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice we finished ages ago.”
When Emy stares at your back and then the shutting of the door then to the empty side of the room, she feels as though a new hole has been made. She figures that's just in this moment when she doesn’t have anyone else shuffling in the room tonight. That it’s just in the moment when she’s in sparring and she can’t help but take more hits then necessary without you on her back. That’s its just in the moment that she’s overcome with disgust when you’re up on the podium with the Winsor’s crest on your newly fitted uniform. That’s just a coincidence that as she watches you hug the members of the team before giving a speech that she’s overcome with a hatred for the smug teammates of yours.
Who is she kidding?
Emy hates this.
That somehow you’d find comfort in the very people who were shaping up to be her worst enemies yet. That you looked happy getting your personal bubble invaded by these overly touchy villains. That you no longer looked in her direction when you passed in the halls.
She was just so angry. At you? At herself? At them?
Even her own team had begun to notice. Asking why she hadn’t dodged something so simple or why she’d been blankly staring at the door of the study room while they tried to talk. Trying to follow her gaze when she slowed in the hall.
“Emy….did they do something to you we don’t know about.”
“What about that one? Their new member…WAIT isn’t that our old–”
“So it’s them. What did they do to you Emy you can tell us.”
She struggles with what to say. Looking in the eyes of the future heroes and leaders of this world. Their magic and beauty palpitating endlessly at her beck and call. What dare she say to them? That she failed you? That she neglected her best friend? That she took advantage of the one person who knew what this world was all about? “That (Y/n) is being deceived by Winsor’s battlier? And if we don’t intercept soon they’re going to be in bigger trouble than ever!”
Of course seeing their hero love of their life so passionate about something and having been right so many times before all they can do is rally behind. Beginning their plan of attack so that Emy can make amends save their friend who’s been led astray. Hopefully before its too late.
On the complete opposite side of the spectrum Winsor’s Battlier is more than enjoying their new member. Of course they figured as much after spending just as much time watching you before taking initiative in action. In truth after Temple’s defeat they all felt the need to monitor the group with the most potential. Analyzing each of their members with the upmost scrutiny all so that, they’d be prepared should they ever have to cross them again. But someone stood out in that group. More than the royalty….more than their dark mage…more than the shining star that had the whole school eating out the palm of her hand.
You.
“Report everyone.”
“I witnessed that (Y/n)-fellow categorize and list the abilities of all their competitors.”
“I saw (Y/n) switch out that gift to the prince for something else.”
“(Y/n) was the one who solved the answer for the quiz the very day it was coming…it was 100 pages.”
“I saw (Y/n) kiss the University’s Dragon.”
“...”
“...”
“...what?”
It was clear to your newly avid stalkers that you were what gave the team such an easy start. Hearing you remind Emy about the likes and dislikes of your team-members. Subtly hinting at the right answers during team events. Solving all the quizzes and tests meant to stump even the well educated. All to walk behind the group who barely remembers you exist.
Even Starle felt bad watching you be ignored and pushed aside. That doesn’t immediately spark their desire to have you in their group, in fact more than happy that the team’s greatest asset just wasn’t realized. Allowing the twins to provide fairly decent obstacles that had Emy discredit you on more than one occasion. Feeling as though they maintained the silent upper hand over Emy’s team, they felt that their job to take down the group was done. Now they're stalking just for ‘fun’ at this point; chatting over study group about what injustice (Y/n) has gone through today.’
But Ryder wasn’t done. Rarely has he ever witnessed or read about a prophetic ability so inconsistent, yet terribly precise. So while the others are used to standing over roofs or abandoned attics to watch, Ryder goes a step further. Crafting a magical spy glass that he uses to watch your private activities. One of these activities meant transcribing all that you know about the villains to come. Imagine his surprise when, he reads that his failure will be at the hands of Emy all because she discovers an ancient magic technique to counter his magic. A tiny voice in his head suggests he permanently shut you up…find some way to silent your all-knowing machinations to a team bound to collapse on itself. But when he invokes invisibility raises his hand to hex you for good; hearing your sobs under the covers the magic naturally flickers away. A new spell dancing along his fingertips that put you into a deep sleep. When he stands above you with the covers pulled back he can’t help but laugh to himself in disbelief. Who was he kidding? To believe he hadn’t just wanted to get know more of you from the start, making up some excuse about your good advice so that his team would be none the wiser. All for them to fall for exactly what captivated him from the start.
“So boss, do we get to have them?”
“Patience Starle dream magic doesn’t change a mind in one night.”
“In the meantime do we get to work on the other plan?”
“The world dominating one?”
“...Once our final member joins we can put everything into full swing.”
“That Emy-chic will be the first to go, right?”
“Correct. Because a coward such as they has no place in our new world.”
author's note: sorry guys I'm crashing out so I wrote this on a whim, love me some angst yumyumyum. ALSO I FOUND MY FORMAT!! Yahoo!! Ngl I really liked all the try outs format I had
Art: twitter @pyunrim
A bittersweet love. The ambivalence of your feelings towards him and maybe so to the others.
That's what Caleb realised after a year by your side.
Sure, he couldn't feel you, he couldn't touch you, and he certainly could not hear you unless you sang a birthday song to him through the game's microphone. (He learned to read your lips when he sees you talk.)
But, he certainly could see you, gaze upon your features and adore you to bits and pieces, and at the same time, he wished desperately to feel your warmth.
He also wished that sometimes you wouldn't look at him with bitterness.
He wasn't your favourite. He was aware you (thankfully) did seem to favour or like him more than the others, by pulling his cards more or always having an expression of yearning and excitement when you play through his event stories.
And he was so, so incredibly grateful for that.
Nevertheless, you never set your home screen to always be him, but everyone, played kitty cards with everyone, played the claw machine with everyone, took pictures with everyone, and used the ‘remind me’ feature with everyone.
He always felt bitter and a green monster grew in him whenever he wasn't picked by the game's system to be on your home screen for the day. He always felt bitter when he saw you pick others instead of just picking him. He always felt bitter when you chose to take photos with others instead of him for the ‘weekly tasks’. He felt bitter when you used the ‘introduce me’ feature with everyone and show it to your friends and family for fun and giggles.
Why? Why wasn't it just him?
He wished desperately sometimes he could get rid of the others, but alas he can't touch them. Not even in the main storyline. He was aware of them, as they were with him. And they probably love you as much as he does.
It was really only luck that he could have your favour. Simply because, he reminded you of another fictional man that you admired, you loved, you adored, you squealed to pieces everytime you saw him. He saw how you always stuck solely to him, how he was always on your home screen, how you only pulled his cards, how you always prioritise his cards over others, how you only used the game features with only him, how you only bought outfits for him, how your room is filled with things that reminds you of him, how you have accessories, clothes and bags that are of him.
He could see. He could never compare to that man. Sometimes when you open the game, you would always have a look of annoyance and disdain in your eyes as you sped through the tasks to fulfill the games daily task and leave as fast as the wind blowing by. He didn't understand why. You never looked at any of the other guys on your phone like that. So why him? Why couldn't he gain your minuscule affection as well? He wished he could find out. Maybe he can fix it, if he fixes it, maybe he can always see a pure-hearted fondness and love in your eyes when you open the game, not one with a hint of boredom or disdain, or any negative emotion he sometimes sees in your eyes.
But, even as he saw all that, he always wished desperately you would never quit the game. Because being abandoned by you would be far worse than anything else. It would leave him crippled, it would leave him spiralling down in despair, it would leave him being unable to breathe. You were like air to him, the very thing he breathes.
If he could be the substitute of the man you love, he would gladly do it as long as he could. As long as he can, until he dies, until he morphs into that man himself, until his entire identity is gone and he himself has adopted that man's identity to gain your love and affection.
One day, one day, he'll cross over to that game, kill that man and take over his identity.
So he can feel your gaze upon him full of love and desire.
Bro imagine being bullied by your step Brothers and called a gold a digger but at least their mom categorized them as morons 😂 and their little heroine doesn't escape either. Did you know Misunderstanding is a Tag?
I'm scared to ask but how many yans total do you have in your head...
I'll just say I probably have over a hundred yandere ideas floating around in my head
Just last night I had a dream about a yandere demon harem consisting of 6 guys
If anyone wants to know it was about you being the head of a group of yandere demon soldiers but you end up dying. They then spend hundreds of years going from planet to planet, trying to find your reincarnation.
They had this spaceship where they decorated every single wall with your pictures.
A classic black haired red eyed guy who appears distant but is the "i'll break your legs to make you stay with me if I have to" type
A flamboyant guy with beautiful hair who seems a bit unserious but can be quite perverted towards you
A worshipper guy who used an entire corner of the spaceship to build a temple for you where he prays the whole day in hopes of seeing you again
A cool and quiet guy who barely ever talks but when he's with you he cries very easily and keeps trying to hold onto you even though he's much taller
Twins who only accept each other and you into their world, one a bit more dominant and the other more submissive but both very adorable
We’ve all heard about reader getting isekai’d into another universe and bonding with the characters, but what if it was the opposite and the yandere was isekai’d while reader’s just a background character.
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You were the mere daughter of a baron. You were pretty, yes, but nothing to gape in awe at. To summarise, you were nothing special. Then how come the heir of a grand duchy followed you around like a puppy seeking its masters attention? Especially since it was only the day earlier that he smitten with another young miss, who he’d declared with his actions was to become his future fiancée.
Yandere! Noble who suddenly approached you out of nowhere one day. You weren’t friends and had hardly ever spoken; to ask directions or work in pairs, perhaps. He was way too cheery speaking to you. It was completely out of character for him. Where did the normally stoic and unphased young man go? He was certainly not to be found here. No, this man chatted your ear off and did not understand that you wished to be left alone. It didn’t feel very safe anymore when all his admirers glared daggers your way. There was one you were especially afraid of. He was head over heels in love with her before. What has changed? You always saw them together and she was the only one he’d smiled at genuinely. Now he didn’t even spare her a glance.
Yandere! Noble who sought you out whenever he had free time. He wanted to accompany you in breaks between your classes at the academy, he wished to escort you to town and he even showed up outside your estate. His change in behaviour was puzzling, but not as much as the shift in his speech. What were these ‘bruh’, ‘sigma’ and ‘I’m cooked’? You didn’t understand any of it, no matter how much he used it around you. You suppose you were thankful he did turn it down a notch when in others company. You already had a hard time with it, you didn’t think it was necessary for others to suffer as well.
Yandere! Noble who had been shocked when they died and woken up in the world of their favourite romance game. They had read a lot of isekai novels but never once thought the thing was actually real. Wait, if this was their favourite game, then wouldn’t that mean that you were there too? Yes! Maybe they should thank Truck-kun for hitting them on their way to work. This was much better than any ordinary life a citizen could have. At first they thought they’d be stuck in the body of a villain or a side character, but they were pleasantly surprised to find themselves being the male lead of the game. He was rich, noble, influential and devilishly handsome. He had everything.
Yandere! Noble who immediately went to the academy to find you. When playing the game, they never found themselves attracted to the female lead, despite the fact she was modelled after the general population’s preferences. It just didn’t work for them. No, they liked you. Loved you even! It didn’t matter that you were nothing more than a simple background character. You were way better and cuter than any other love interest! You kept to yourself and didn’t have many friends, however you were still very kind and modest. On top of that, you were also an animal lover- exactly like them! The two of you also shared one other interest. They wanted to know if you shared more, but unfortunately the information on you was limited(not created because you’re not important).
Yandere! Noble who wrote an email to the game developers about how they should make extra content that should only feature new information and updates on you. They insist it would sell well(no one except them would buy). Sadly they never got a reply back. Rude ass company. Maybe they should’ve claimed mental health damage because the love interests were bad, so they could sue.
Yandere! Noble who couldn’t care less about the female lead. Unfortunately they got isekaid to at the point of the game where you’d have to enter a relationship with the female lead, that you could break off eventually if you wanted to chase after someone else. And sadly for her, you were the only option. The look on her face was laughable as they told her they could give rats ass about her and how they’ve found someone much better than her in all ways.
Yandere! Noble who then realised they were not bound by any rules. In a lot of isekai the person would have to follow some original rules at least in the beginning, but there was no system or points you needed to collect. They could do whatever they wanted. They had the power, the looks, the wealth and what they wanted was you.
There is no way you’d ever say no to a future grand duke, right?
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