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Here's some Olympia Soirée memes for OS fans who might appreciate them. More memes under "Keep reading" link, contains spoilers for the whole game.
He's such a sweetheart and deserves all the happiness.
Still salty about it.
I'm going to hell because of this meme.
I love their relationship.
Asking the real questions.
I love you Tsukuyomi but WTF were you doing when the Red Calamity happened? Chilling on the beach????
#olympia soiree#otome memes#memes#tsukuyomi olympia soiree#byakuya olympia soiree#olympia soiree kanan#olympia soiree kaina#olympia soiree himuka#olympia soiree shura#olympia soiree sakyo#otome games#olympia olympia soiree#olympia soiree asuha#olympia soiree spoilers
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Using these otome-themed Inktober prompts
Day 17: Beyond Time and Space - Reincarnation!AU of an otome couple dumpster fire
I am not sure where I was going with this. I swear I had a thought but I lost it along the way and just drew a pretty umm boring picture of dressed-down Kanan.
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Playing otome and making memes??? It’s more likely than you think.
#olympia soiree#I’m sorry Yosuga and Kuroba and Himuka I do love you a lot#i just want to hold Riku tightly in my hands#my boy my rotten soldier my sweet cheese#dumb dumb foolish pretty man#kanan and his friend can fuck all the way off tho
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bro
who do you think you are with your despair talk, nagito? gtfo
#desiree talks#desiree plays#olympia soiree#otome#anyway fuck kanan#too bad he literally cant anymore#god i have to get tokisada’s bad ends and i read spoilers so im worried
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Otoge drawings from my twitter
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reminded of how much i love kanan olympia soiree
mwah i love u trash man
#please i want an route for him if we get a fandisc#shelby's probs#i know hes terrible but i love him so much omg
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Slight Olympia Soiree spoilers for Riku and Tokisada’s routes
Only gotten through Riku and Tokisada’s routes so far, but GOD I wish Sakyou and Kanan had actually been killed! These guys are such BASTARDS, I think narratively they actually deserved to bite it!!! Everyone was going so easy on them despite all the fucking bullshit they pulled. Like Kanan at LEAST deserved to go to prison after shooting his brother, but also like??? He fucking snitched on his brother’s secret relationship which resulted in Kaina being banished and his girlfriend being executed??? Fuck that guy!
And that’s not even getting into Sakyou encouraging the military to go nuts on the executions so he can do more experiments with the dead’s soul crystals. Everyone’s like “oh well he meant well and was trying to help people, I can’t really argue with that :( “ HE WAS TRYING TO CURE MAGIC CANCER WITH THE MURDERED SOULS OF THE UNDERCLASS YOU ASSHOLES, AT LEAST CALL HIM OUT ON IT
And this is all just in the good endings! They’re even worse in the bad endings!! GUYS PLEASE. YOU DON’T HAVE TO SPARE EVERY VILLAIN
Anyway I’m having a great time, this is a fun game! Cute boys, 8 outta 10 so far
#I don't know how I feel about the bad endings tbh some of them seem a little too over the top horrifying#or just kinda forced#bored badgering
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Tokisada VERY BAD ENDING Part 2
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SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THIS IS ONE OF THE BAD ROUTES???
#otome games#olympia soiree#olympia#byakuya#aksys games#amakusa shirou tokisada#riku#yosuga#himuka#kuroba#akaza#kanan#kaina#nintendo switch game#visual novel#otome
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I am, once again, obsessing over Olympia Soirée character designs
Part 1
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Meh...
Kinda regret playing Tokisada’s route first coz now I can’t look at these two without wishing Olympia would punch them lol. @_@
“Hi, my name is Kanan and publishing fake news is my game.”
“Hi, my name is Nagusa and my personality is shite.”
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Patriarch of the White
Summary: Kanan has a debt to be paid and a desire to be met.
Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.
Words: 1500
Notes: Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m sick.
It is nothing new to have Kanan watch her from afar, eyes ranking up and down her frame. He had nurtured a fascination with the women of the White thanks, in great part, due to his father’s own frustration born out of a passive refusal of his blood, but it must be said that the seed the former Leader of the Orange sowed found a nurturing soil on his heart.
The young man remembered when, two or three years ago, she first began her dance to Lady Amaterasu, offering the soul of the dead to the warm rays of the sun. It was dark that night, and it was colder than the usual for the end of winter, the pier was filled to the brim with curious islanders, staring curiously across the cove. He stood by the waterline, together with the other leaders. He demeaned his fellow man, but, privately, he acknowledged he was just as anxious as all of them.
If Kanan had been curious before, as the Maiden of the White began to dance, he became absolutely enthralled. If he did not keep himself in check, he would fall on the sea and swim across to the dais. He would come to every prayer he could, but he soon fell ill with haku and was left bedridden for months on end.
His illness fuelled him. He is a jealous and petty man. He desired a pearl of his own, something that the Primary Colours wanted and could never have. Besides, Lady Olympia had a precious sheen of her own, not only in terms of beauty, but also a kind heart that elated him to possess.
Olympia had her gaze focused on her book, not noticing how her fiancé gazed upon her. Fiancé. It still felt weird to call him that, even though they had been dating for over three years by now. He enjoyed having her read, as those volumes is something only he could provide.
The men and women that bought his newspaper would often mistake their relationship as a torrid and romantic idyll, not unlike those inappropriate novels that would wash on the beach sometimes. Little did they know, Kanan was not a romantic lead.
No, he was cold, ruthless, focused on his objectives. He is too possessive, bitter and proud. Somewhere deep inside of him, he felt something warm for her, he felt gratitude, the blessings of Amaterasu, he felt even love, but nothing remotely like what he professed on the dirty rag he himself distributed.
“I can feel your eyes on me, Kanan.” Olympia did not lift her cold gaze, lips softly meeting with every syllable she spoke.
The previous night he had woken with sweat bearding his forehead, hard on pressed against his belly, excited about the dream he just had. For weeks he had dreamt about this woman, pregnant with his child, belly round for him, skin stretched to carry his heir.
He wished for a boy of the Orange, like him, or at least of the Yellow, to eventually replace Lord Douma when time comes, but he knows this is impossible. His fiancée would only provide girls of the White, and so he would only sire girls of the White. Alas, there is glory in being the patriarch of all future priestesses of the Sun, and so it was not that much of a difficult dream to let go of.
Olympia has grown to like Ebisurou. The empty library made her feel safe, comfortable enough to spread her legs, and no movement or prying eyes to disturb her restful quiet. It was almost like being alone in her hideout, but here she had a company she appreciates.
A smirk tugged on her lips, hand moving up and down her thigh, about to touch her middle as Kanan loudly shut his book, chair screeching against the floor.
“Follow me.” He demands.
He leads her upstairs, as the hem of his kimono danced in the wet sea breeze blowing from the open windows with every step Kanan of the Orange took.
Olympia followed him closely through the dark hallways of the compound, and then up the stairs to the leader’s suite. For a second, he froze, mind distracted by the thought of his dream, only getting ripped out of it as she bumped into his back, mumbling a small “sorry”.
Kanan turned towards her, hand cupping her jawline, lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss. He tilted his head towards the bath, foam was overflooding, the sweet scent engulfed her.
Carefully she stepped closer, shrugging off her clothes, the white coat falling down in a puddle to the floor. The bulge in his pants grew, throbbing against the fabric, eyes hooked onto her naked voluptuous body as she submerged herself in the tu.
“Kanan.” She softly called out his name, hands reaching out for him.
“Do not be so impatient, Lady Olympia.” He murmured, a smirk gracing his features.
She dutifully let go of the folds on his orange kimono, hands disappearing underneath the hot water once again, as she expected him to be cross with the water on it. He does not mind a bit, but he enjoyed the bumbling subservience of hers when she thinks she made a mistake.
The Leader of the Orange would always take his time while undressing, knowing the effect it had on her. He got off on the way her blood boiled in anticipation, arousal seeping out of her, he could almost smell her intoxicating slickness.
The water swallowed his frame, clinging to his milky chest, hands pulling her into his embrace.
“Tonight…” He declared, his lips ghosting over hers. “Tonight, I shall get you pregnant”.
The words made her choke, lungs contracting uncomfortable around the air that kept her alive. She should have protested, she should have told him that she could not get pregnant just now, that they were only engaged, and it would bring shame to them both to fall prey to animal instincts just yet.
However, it seemed like her body had a mind of its own, pushing itself further against him, having her mumble a hoarse, “Please…”
Kanan was not one to take his sweet time, he pushed her against the bathtub, length wrecking her, forcefully thrusting in and out of her.
“You will glow, Lady Olympia, carrying my legacy, carrying the heir to fulfil your duty.” He proclaimed. “You have made me this way, you have cured my disease, this is only fitting. This is what you get.”
Usually, the reminder of his haku scars would bring despair and shame. Even after the Maiden of the White offered him a way to recover what was lost, he loathed to be reminded of these painful days.
Yet, he always entertained the idea that this relation of theirs is a sort of divine justice: he owes her the fruits of her labour, the price for her blood, and he loved giving it to her. Enough for him to promise fidelity even when he does not need to, even when he does not see the point. Well, he also knew those words made her heart race from her fingernails piercing through the soft skin of his shoulders and her lips pressed against his throat inhaling his scent.
“Fill me up Kanan, make me the mother of your child.” She whispered on the foot of his left ear, framed by his bright orange hair.
A deep growl rumbled through him, length ferociously splitting her in half.
“I can barely wait to watch you swell.” He moaned.
The words kept on exciting him. He would take good care of her, of course. She would have the most peaceful pregnancy out of all women of the White ever had, as she is away from that backwater island. In Tenguu, she would have everything she would need to provide for their child. The brats of the Primary Colours would roe how their daughter would be well-raised.
In a way, Olympia knew that Kanan wanted a child, and wanted it now, because he wanted an assurance. She knew that it is not about love, it is about binding them together. In that moment, however, she did not care, only focused on the man of the Orange and how good he felt buried deep inside of her.
Soon his length twitched, his thumb assaulted her clit, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Kanan…” Olympia moaned out his name, nails leaving angry red marks behind, body high on the heavenly feeling that flooded through her.
No words left his lips, sweat dropped down his features, ran down his skin, leaving a glistening trail for her to admire.
Kanan wrapped one hand around her throat, locking her in place as his own release rocked through him.
The moment he pulled out of her he tugged her out of the bathtub, eyes focused on her core, pushing his cum straight back into her, careful not to let anything go to waste.
It is done.
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Olympia Soirée Masterlist
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im really impressed at olympia soiree making hot villains that i absolutely hate and have no interest in. i have zero sympathy for kanan. die
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I would if I could honey.. I mean wait what o.o
#Kanan is best Character and husbando no. 1 change my mind
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I was so happy to get another CG with him xD I freaking love him. 😂 (Pls don't ask why. I also love Goro Akechi from P5 to bits 🤷) Also can we pls get a fandisk of this game? (With a Kanan Route?)
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Tokisada VERY BAD ENDING Part 1
Omg, I was soo shocked. I never saw this one coming.. It's so disturbing but sooo good xD And of course the guy, who I would date (because Kanan is hawt) turns out to be a psycho. Nothing new 😂
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