Tasokare Hotel Memes Part 1/?

Tasokare Hotel Memes Part 1/?

(SPOILER WARNING!)

Part 2

LITTLE WOMEN (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

Nothing beats the feeling when you start getting comments on every fic in a fandom or ship from one person, and it’s clear that they’re going on a fic-binge. 

Red strings of fate

WARNING TASOKARE MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!

Please be warned! The video quality is that of a rough sketch/storyboard’s, at one point Osoto became a stickman because I don’t have enough energy nor time to animate the whole thing. I did this in a span of 2 days between my deadlines. Totally YOLO.

So I tried to create a short Osoto fan video with Koyori’s Talent Sampler/Sainou Sampler. The duration is less than a minute but please enjoy!

ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ(ᴛᴀꜱᴏᴋᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ)(ᴏꜱᴏᴛᴏ x ɴᴇᴋᴏ)(誰ソ彼ホテル)

(An Osoneko Story I made, this was first posted on Wattpad)

Sequel

SPOILER WARNING! FINISH THE GAME FIRST BEFORE YOU READ IT

"𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓽𝓮𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻"

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(ꜱᴇᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴋᴏ ᴍᴜʟʟꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀɴ)

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In a peaceful room, the scent of freshly brewed English tea wafts through my nose as the atmosphere felt serene and incredibly peaceful

In the room, a man laughs, a beautiful and soft laughter that sounds like soft bell chimes and somehow seems to echo in my ears making me feel slightly sick

"You are incredibly innocent, don't you think Tsukahara-san?" The man says a sincere and the most genuinely amused smile I saw on his face making his eyes light up as they reflected the sunset, he laid back on the sofa in a relaxed manner legs crossed and arms grasping the delicate handle of the equally delicate ceramic as I placed the teapot down a soft clink emitting from it

"I don't think I am innocent" I responded at that statement and the man laughs, again his delicate features illuminated with the sunset hue outside the mixture of orange and pink making his features look livelier and more youthful despite him being in his 20's

Times like this it made me slightly sad wondering how such a delicate and innocent looking man turned into a criminal

Just goes to show how much a parent's affection can affect their child mentally

"I suppose innocent isn't the right word" he says a smile resting on his face as he shifts slightly while I sit on the other end of the sofa calmly waiting for his next words

"Perhaps, naive?" He says and I stare at him, outside I was sure my face remained blank but I sighed at that statement "Osoto-san, naive and innocent are synonyms aren't they?"

The man merely gives me a somewhat cheeky smile before saying "Innocent can mean that you are free from legal fault, whereas naive can mean that you are simply inexperienced"

His eyes seemed to light up with every word and somehow a part of me thinks an expression like that makes him more attractive

"Therefore Tsukahara-san, you are quite naive" He says eyes curving into a shape of a crescent moon happily whilst he was somewhat insulting me and I stare at him silently

"Not everyone in this world is as empathetic as the other" He says voice slightly hush as he opens his eyes once again a soft yet slightly sad look in his eyes while I remain silent and he turns his head so I could get a closer look at his features

"Humans like us, are vile creatures you know?" He says a small smile slivering past his lips and gracing his delicate features the sunset hue illuminating a side of his face and somehow, he looks ethereal

I stare at the teacup in my hands silently, the scent of English Tea wafts through my nose the scent teasing my nostrils as it smelt incredibly enticing just like that day but somehow it hangs in the air surrounding me and it quite frankly- feels suffocating

Such a thing, I shouldn't remember such a thing.

After all I threw that man in hell

I take a sip of the tea in my hands and the taste of English Tea comes through the blend of multiple black teas colliding with one another and causing my tastebuds to tingle but somehow it tastes incredibly bitter and the dull pang of pain in my heart awfully throbs, my own hand that gripped the handle feels numb and somehow the pain in my heart catches my attention causing me to purse my lips simultaneously placing the delicate cup down

"The taste of the once delicious tea has turned bitter...." I murmured absentmindedly to myself

Somehow, the image of that man smiling, soft features illuminated by the sunset hue brightening up his eyes as the coat that draped over his shoulders fluttered softly with the wind along with his other articles of clothing appeared in my head vividly, almost as vivid as the sunset hue that shone behind him causing him to cast a shadow over my shorter stature

With a soft and somewhat happy look in his eyes his lips part as he says "Thank you"

The dull pain in my heart brings me back to reality as a bitter smile appears on my face

Such a man, I shouldn't be reminded of him.

Such a man made me hate the taste of such a delicious blend of tea.

It was destiny, that man. Tied by a red string threatening to strangle us with its thin but deadly thread.

The pulse of my own heart which causes blood to flow through my body and right into my fingertips makes my vision somewhat hazy, my pulse beating rhythmically and almost painfully in my ears clearing my head gradually

That man, who I threw in hell. We will meet again.

Such a trivial thought, throwing a man into hell for my own selfish desire has its consequences such as me falling into hell as well.

I don't want to go but I must accept the consequences, 150 years being alive sounds good

I grab the teacup that rested on the table and the scent of the tea feels as if it's suffocating me and something feels lodged in my throat the longer the scent wafts through my nose and I will myself to take a sip

The bitter taste of the once delicious tea fills my mouth coating my taste buds causing them to tingle somewhat painfully as I quickly put the teacup down

Such a man, such a man has made me hate the taste and smell of such a wonderful brew.

Somewhere a part of me asks myself

Did I love such a man?

Unconsciously a bitter smile comes up on my face as I clench my fist, love? Did I love such a man?

Such a man who's past was tragic, such a man who's actions were incredibly horrifying and morally wrong, but also the man who loved the taste of English tea and drank coffee in the morning daily, the man who's smile could make me feel sick, the man who's view on the world turned twisted because of his past, the man who said I understood him the most

Love, huh

I think as my eyesight narrow while my lips form a straight line, I lay back on the sofa the soft material cushioning my back, the scent of the brew makes me feel sick and bitter inside, a feeling I would rather be without

Maybe. Maybe I did love that man

I think to myself, fully aware that a sad smile had slipped past and rested on my face