#voltagetheleague

[otome-obsessed]

Have you ever bought and played a route you didn't end up liking?

Ota was a piece of shit and I’m glad I only bought his main route.

I then read his Coin Drop story in Sweet Cafe and was like: “Oh, I like where this is go-Nope, there it is. You are the worst, Ota.”

And he is the reason I only buy main routes for characters and then decide, after reading their main, if I want more.

[otomesweetheart]

*pssst* AFK/LoA Hydra S1M 2, 3 and 3 endset are on sale today for $1.99 & $.99! *slinks away*

@voltagetheleague OOOH thank you!  That’s a good deal!  *gives a hug before you slink away*

[otomesweetheart]

Actually, all 5 routes are on sale in SF. At least for me they are.

Ooh thank you for messaging!  I hope you don’t mind that I post this so others can see too :3

[otomesiren]

Robbed a bank to fund your otome addiction. What else? ^^

Shhhhh! >> <<

[zofmoesia]

voltagetheleague reblogged your photo and added:

Wait.. What Simi are we talking here? Cuz like that looks like Acheron’s Simi. As in the Dark-Hunter series

yuubisensei reblogged your photo and added:

HOLY MOTHERFUCKING HELL, THATS SIMI!!!??? OMG MY FUCKING HEART, AND LOINS.

Yes that is Simi Parthenopaeus, the photo was from the Chronicles of Nick manga. Namely, that’s her demon form in the manga.

[97firefliesglow]

Dragon Song

The young college student breathed out a small sigh as she leaned against her chair, casually looking at her surroundings. She was sitting outside one of her favorite cafes, waiting for her next class to start. As she sipped her iced tea, she searched for some artistic inspiration. Her art teacher had sent her out to draw people from “real life”. She didn’t mind much- in fact, it was one of her favorite pastimes. But she had a habit of putting in more detail than her teacher wanted. “Try to focus less on the details and unique features and more on the general movements and actions of people…” Those were her teacher’s words of advice.

She pursed her lips and tapped the tip of her pencil on the table as she looked around for someone to draw. The cafe wasn’t short of average, everyday folk, but her eyes were drawn to a dark figure, just a few tables away from her. A young man was reading something on his laptop screen and she tipped her head as she considered him. Medium skin, dark hair and clothes… Nothing unusual… And yet, he seemed to have a strong presence about him.

She opened her sketchbook then, and begin drawing, stealing small glances at the man as her hand moved over the page in fluid movements. I’ll just do a general drawing, nothing fancy…

His eyes flicked across the screen of his laptop and she squinted for a closer look. Does he have green eyes…? She had always been drawn to green eyes.. It didn’t take long for her to notice just how handsome he was. She found herself intrigued when he lifted his arm to take a sip of his coffee. There was something small- just there, on the crook of his thumb. Is it a ring..? No… A tattoo. Huh… It looked like a simple crescent moon from where she sat. She hesitated just a moment, then penciled in the general shape, making a mental note to walk past him later for a closer look.

She continued sketching the young man’s image, taking note of every feature and trying to recreate it, like a photograph, in her sketchpad. Already, she was going into much more detail than the assignment called for. She continued regardless, unaware of her increasingly obvious stares as she attempted to capture every flowing line and sharp turn that made up the intriguing features of this handsome stranger.

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[zain-of-nobel]

Starter for Honor

Honor waited nervously in the sitting room, the young red haired man having vanished shortly after seeing her seated, leaving her to her own devices. She gazed around the room, its intricate details piquing her interest. The flow of the floor-length curtains in the summer breeze as the floor to ceiling double doors stood open caught her eye, the material seeming to dance on the wind. She smiled to herself, lifting from her perch on the pristine sofa-back. Her heels echoed throughout the great room as she made her way out onto the balcony, unable to deny herself a view from the lofty height.  

“Exquisite..” she murmured to herself as her eyes took in the radiance of the gardens below, its floral residents waving in the breeze, sending a barrage of fragrant auras up to permeate her lungs. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, the warm sun dancing on the backs of her lids. The wind swirled around her, lifting the stray strands of her auburn locks to tickle her face and neck. 

Honor wondered how many attendants it must take to keep a garden such as that of Nobel, its vast array of blooms a masterpiece in its own right. “I hope I get the chance to paint even a fraction of it…” she breathed, her eyes opening once more to explore the grounds beyond.

She’d been called to Nobel upon the request of Lord Michel himself, a dear friend of her father’s.  She’d been nervous to accept the commission, having barely finished art school. She’d done her fair share of jobs, to be sure, but a commission of this magnitude.. And for Lord Nobel. It was an honor to be asked, to even been considered. This would be a test of her skill, and she prayed she not screw it up, lest her father be shamed.

Honor rested her hands on the balcony rail, its stone warm from the summer rays. “Mother.. Give me strength to see this through without fail, and lend me your artist’s heart,” she looked up to the heavens, pleading for her mother’s guidance. She hoped to one day have half the skill of her mother, a greatly under-appreciated painter in her day. Not until her passing had her works been truly recognized, and even then only at the great promotion of her father’s company.

“Mom.. I want to make you proud..” she smiled thoughtfully as she waited in the summer sun.

The young lady, Honor, Zain had learned, had great talent from the portfolio he had seen, but it seems she has less experience than most artist called upon by his master. Zain wondered who this Miss Honor was to catch Lord Nobel’s attention. The daughter of a friend, he knew, but there had to be more reason than that for her to be summoned so quickly after finishing her studies. Regardless, he was soon going to find out, he reasoned. He raised his fist to the lounge door and knocked to announce his arrival before entering, his master in tow.

Zain could make out a feminine form on the balcony. Her hair flying lightly as the gentle breeze played with it. It was not until he stepped out into the balcony that he realized how pretty the young woman was. “Miss Honor,” he greeted politely with a small bow and smile. “Lord Nobel is ready to see you inside. Please,” he gestured with one hand, unbeknown to him the significance of this encounter.

[chilipepperconverse]

Wish granted! ACCENT!

10/10 BRUH YES