#ro ask

[peonyb]

How would the ro react to the mc who is completely oblivious to flirtations and dating the ROs, come to them with 5 drinks in their hands saying "people are so generous they keep giving me drinks for free" 😂

I’ll say they split up while at an event!

Welling: Laughs as they take the drinks from MC and set them aside. “Don’t accept anymore drinks, okay? They gave them to you because—actually—why don’t you just stay by me for the rest of the night?” They’re keeping MC within arms reach until the event is over.

Venali: As soon as anyone with such an intention begins to head in MC’s direction, they’re crashing into a near translucent wall of magic; their drinks spilling over both themselves and the floor. Likely confused and embarrassed, in looking around for some kind of answer, they’ll quickly find it in Venali’s threatening gaze.

Trivelyn: “Oh,” they look on in surprise as they reach out to help MC get a handle on them. “I don’t know that you needed all of these, but that was quite nice of them.”

Em: “Free,” they repeat with amusement. Their lips brush along the shell of MC’s ear as they whisper: “It’s not free if they expect you in their bed by night’s end.” Pulling back, they chuckle at MC’s expression and move to return the drinks to the bar.

Anle: “How considerate.” Their words are spoken slowly as they make an effort to suppress the danger in their tone. “Who exactly has done you such a kindness? Point them out to me.”

[guardian-of-time-if]

How would the ROs react to MC proposing to them? Lukyan just getting double engaged I guess

This inspired me, so long answers below the cut:

Luk:

The candlelight is dim in Luk's room where we sit on his sofa making plans for our upcoming wedding. He's laying his head back, taking a break from all the decsion making. His arm is resting around my shoulders, so I reach up and grab his hand, playing with his fingers.

"Luk, can we pretend for a minute that our parents didn't arrange this marriage?"

He opens his eyes and looks at me warily. "I don't see the point, when we can't change it, but sure. For now at least."

I breathe out, hoping he takes this in the way I mean it. I turn slightly, so I can see his face better, letting go of his hand. "Will you marry me?"

"What?"

"I mean not because we have to, because our parents made this agreement or it's best for the empire or any of that. Will you marry me because I'm asking?"

The hand I just released moves up to caress my cheek, and I lean into it, careful not to take my gaze away from his face. I don't want to miss the wonder in his eyes.

"You would want to marry me even if we weren't bound by the betrothal."

"I would," I tell him. I don't get a chance to tell him anything else before he leans forward and kisses me.

Tzesar:

We are riding in the back of a sleigh together, returning to the palace from the opera house in Saletsvad. Tzesar's arm is wraped around me, encasing me in the fur blanket we're sharing.

"Tzesar," I whisper, afraid of breaking the moment, but needing to say what's on my mind.

"Yes?"

"If I can get out of my betrothal, will you marry me?"

A silence follows after I ask the question. It's long enough that I lift my head from his shoulder to find his eyes, they're shimmering with unshed tears and his lip is trembling.

"I don't want to be his wife," I continue. "I want to be yours."

He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. "I would love nothing more. Marriage isn't as important to me, but I'm tired of pretending I'm not madly in love with you. I want you kiss you after we dance together, spend the night in your room without endangering you. And since marriage will give us that, I'd gladly marry you."

Sentinel:

I sit in front of the small campfire, grateful to have a moment alone with Sentinel. We're sitting in silence, just enoying each other's presence. Him whittling something. Me staring at the fire, lost in thought. Thoughts about him. Us.

"Will you marry me?" I ask abruptly, as shock washes over Sentinel's face. I didn't think I could have surprised him any more than if I tried. He even drops the wood he's holding. Perhaps suggesting marriage is a little hasty since I've only just gotten out of my previous betrothal, but I know what I want, and it's forever with him.

After setting his knife down, Sentinel leans forward and cups my face. "Are you sure? You know how important marrigae is to me, the sacredness."

"I know," I tell him. "You've made your position clear, so I'm not asking lightly. I want to be your wife."

"Even though forever is a very long time for people like us?"

"Even so, I want to be together for however long forever ends up being for us."

He moves his hand away from my face, and wraps his armsa round me to pick me up. "In that case, I would like nohing more than to marry you. I'd even do it today. Right now. I can find a priest. I know Nytherians don't really do that, but.."

"We can have a priest," I tell him, cutting him off with a kiss on the nose. He reaches up to hold the back of my head and keep me from pulling away after, so I rest my forehead against his, eyes closed."I know that's important to you, but maybe not as soon as today. We should invite our families. I want mine to be there, and your aunt will be devestated if you only tell her after we get married."

"Fine."

Naxok:

I run barefoot through the sand, holding Nax's hat to the top of my head while he chases after me. I may be fast, but I'm not nearly as used to moving through sand as he is, so it's only a matter of time before he catches up.

I expect him to grab the hat trimphantly, but instead his arms circle around my waist and he picks me up.

"Caught you," he whispers, pressing a kiss just behind my ear. "Does this mean I can keep you forever?"

I pretend to think about it, turning in his arms so we're facing each other. "Sure, but you have to marry me."

I meant the words as a joke, but I can feel his arms stiffen around me. I expected to laugh and say pirates don't need marriage, or make a joke about better taxes if we settle in the empire. Instead, he stays quiet. I push the hat higher up my head, so I can see into his eyes better. He looks surprisingly serious for a moment then shakes it away with a fond smile.

"What am I doing to do with you?"

"Marry me," I say again, only this time without the teasing and more urgency.

His warm amber eyes scan my face looking for any sign that I'm going to take it back, that this is a continuation of my previous teasing, but I don't give him any.

"I mean it. We should get married."

I see the moment it registers as a legitimate question because his eyes double is size and his hold around me tightens. I hear him mumble a "fuck yes," that I don't think he meant to say out loud as he spins me around.

When he sets me back down his gaze is filled with affectionate determination. "Let's do it."

Albien:

I close my eyes and take in the greenery around me. For once not worried about other eyes. No courtiers to gossip, no overly observant servants, not even nosy friends and relatives. Just me and Albien, for once both completely free of our usual enterages and responsibilities.

I'm sitting in his lap, while he leans against a tree watching the birds together. An assortment of picnic food is scattered around us, the remains of our lunch now merely some exotic fruits and nuts.

"I haven't done anything like this in a long time," Albien admits, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I don't know if I've ever done something like this."

"I wish we could do this more often," he confesses. "It's just so logistically difficult considering our respective situations."

I frown, keeping my gaze on the sky, a pair of swallows are circling each others in what I can't help but picture as a dance. It would be easier if relations between our counries were better, or if we lived in the same palce, or if there was something tha could give us a way to see each other without much planning and excuses to be in each other's proximity. The problems with the cult spoiled me, it gave me ample reasons to seek him out without appearing treasonous, but now...

"It would be easier if we were married," I hear myself say before I even process the words.

"What?"

"Married," I repeat, testing the word. "We could do this more often if we were married."

The more I think about it the more I like it. I turn my head to try and see Albien's face, from our positions, its a weird angle, but he seems to be searching for mine as well.

There's a lot he could say. A million reasons why we can't, why it would be political suicide for both of us, even with my betrothal already broken. A miriad of ways one of our home's would never accept the other.

"Give me a cycle," he answers, completely defying my expectations. "I have some ideas for how a marriage might be possible, but it still has some holes."

"You've been thinking about this," I gasp.

"With how often you haunt my mind, finding a way to marry you seemed the best course of action."

Gat:

I stare at the paste I'm making, an ugly greenish color that bears little resemblance to the plant it used to be. I offered to help Gat restock his poltices and herbs, and he tasted me with making a supply of some paste that keeps wounds from getting infected. It's one of his most used medicines.

When it finally looks the way he showed me, I push it aside to go check on him. He's putting the top back on the jars he recently filled and relabeled.

"Just in time," he greets with a smile. "All that's left is to put this on the shelf, and them put that paste you made in my last jar for storage."

I smile back, warming at how comforting simple actions can be when he's here. Sorting and restocking is never somthing I would have done back at the palace, but it's an everyday activity with Gaderous. I'm suddenly struck by the desire to do more everyday activities with him. Something I've been thinking of more and more as of late.

"Gat, I've been thinking..."

His smile faults just a bit. "That's your serious thinking face, not your casual thinking face. What's wrong."

"Will you marry me?" I blurt before I can chicken out. The jar he's holding slips from his fingers, but he catches it before it hits the ground.

"Just like that?" he asks.

"I've been thinking for a while, I just... stuff like this, being casual, it's my favorite way to see you, and I want more causual day to day moments with you. The kind of moments you get from living with someone, from seeing them everyday, the kind you get from being married. I love you and I want to see you everyday."

"Well, luckily for you, I am deeply in love with you, and would be happy to grace you with my presence everyday. As your husband."

[god-syndicate-if]

How would you rank the ROs from least to most toxic?

Least? Sigourney, thats just canon. She's not perfect but she's the best adjusted of the cast. Like a few weeks in therapy and some anxiety meds would do her good. Everyone else needs a lot of work. After Sig it's anyone's game and you can probably rank it way differently than me. But I'd rank it like this: Sigourney, Franco, Dame, Harper, Riley, Rebel.

But toxicity in a relationship is really subjective. Like Harper does one really really bad thing to MC, and then spends the next years of their life regretting it, does that make them the MOST toxic or does it go down. Rebel doesn't want to hurt MC or control them, but they like doing things that are violent, having fun, doing drugs and drinking, etc. Dame's not toxic, per se, but they are actively in a relationship. I'd say cheating on their partner with MC is pretty toxic so maybe they should be the highest up of anyone. Franco's an alcoholic, so that can be a not great environment to be around for some people, me included. I have stuff with alcohol and I'd not be super comfortable with him drinking if I dated him myself. Don't worry about Riley. It's kinda anyone's game so take this with a grain of salt.

[fableforger]

MC getting really drunk the first time, caught off guard because usually they don't / can't this easily. In a relationship with the RO. When the RO comes to check on them they, tell the RO that "they (the RO) may be beautiful but they can't flirt with them because they're already in a relationship with (insert RO's name), and they love them so go away." What's the RO's reaction?

Thank you so much for your ask. 😊

Here’s what came to mind:

(since it all got a bit confusing with names and pronouns otherwise, I decided to split the gender-variable ROs by gender just to keep things a little clearer.)

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos:

His initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across his cheeks.

"Beautiful?" he echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

And when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexos, and stunning though he may be, he should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, he swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as he gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, he catches Zephiron's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of him.

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Alexa:

Her initial surprise swiftly deepens into a mortified flush, heat visibly spreading across her cheeks.

"Beautiful?" she echoes softly, clearly caught off guard.

Yet when you sternly insist - loudly and earnestly - that your heart belongs solely to Alexa, and stunning though she may be, she should please leave, the flush only worsens.

Before you can continue your heartfelt protests, she swiftly pulls you to your feet. You sway, stubbornly resisting as she gently guides you away, muttering fondly, "Yes, yes, I understand. Now come along."

Across the room, she catches Zephyra's amused glance and pointedly avoids it, silently pleading for mercy as you continue your unwavering praise of her.

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Theron:

He pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across his expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," he murmurs, a quiet flush coloring his cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding him you're happily taken - by him, naturally - and his tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, he quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as he whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Theron would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize him."

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Thera:

She pauses, momentarily startled, before warmth gently spreads across her expression, soft and deeply touched.

"Oh," she murmurs, a quiet flush coloring her cheeks. "I see. I wouldn't dream of intruding on such devotion."

You insist again, earnestly reminding her you're happily taken - by her, naturally - and her tender smile only deepens at your sincerity.

Despite your protests, she quietly fetches water and carefully guides it to your lips, voice affectionate and faintly amused as she whispers, "Please drink. I'm certain Thera would prefer you clear-headed enough to recognize her."

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Zephiron:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes him, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" he asks, tilting his head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephiron. What exactly do you find so charming about him?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of his countless virtues. He leans closer, wicked grin deepening as he urges you on.

"Truly? His eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

He listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity he's gathering for tomorrow.

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Zephyra:

A bright, delighted laugh escapes her, eyes glittering with mischievous curiosity.

"Oh? Already spoken for?" she asks, tilting her head with exaggerated interest. "Tell me more about this Zephyra. What exactly do you find so charming about her?"

You eagerly launch into a heartfelt, if slightly slurred, account of her countless virtues. She leans closer, wicked grin deepening as she urges you on.

"Truly? Her eyes, you say? Fascinating. Do go on."

She listens with unabashed amusement, already savoring every detail and each teasing opportunity she's gathering for tomorrow.

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Dorian:

He freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across his lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," he drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite his most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse him, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dorian himself. He falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind his gaze.

"Well," he murmurs softly, almost to himself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Dione:

She freezes briefly, eyebrows rising in amused disbelief, before a slow, wicked smile curls across her lips.

"Already taken? Oh, what a pity," she drawls shamelessly, leaning in just a touch closer. "Are you certain I can't tempt you … just this once?"

Yet despite her most enticing smirk, you cheerfully refuse her, loudly insisting your heart is firmly captured - by Dione herself. She falls quiet, eyes narrowing slightly as something unfamiliar flickers behind her gaze.

"Well," she murmurs softly, almost to herself, "I suppose you still find ways to catch me off guard."

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Rhaelos:

His expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in his dark eyes.

"Understood," he replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at his lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaelos hears about this in great detail."

Yet he remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dorian and his dubious jokes included. He doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at his head, still convinced he is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, he subtly places himself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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Rhaela:

Her expression stays carefully neutral, though something quietly softens in her dark eyes.

"Understood," she replies evenly, the faintest twitch of amusement tugging at her lips. "Loyalty is admirable. I'll make sure this Rhaela hears about this in great detail."

Yet she remains protectively close, shielding you from anyone who might exploit your drunken state - Dione and her dubious jokes included. She doesn’t move away, even when you start pelting pieces of bread at her head, still convinced she is flirting. Quietly enduring your misguided assault, she subtly places herself between you and any further threats - real, imagined, or edible.

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???:

She blinks, eyes wide and bright with delight as your fiercely drunken declaration of loyalty sinks in.

"Oh - that's so sweet, I can't - I just -" she stammers, voice filled with emotion, before abruptly launching herself at you.

You, however, fail entirely to recognize her and immediately try to push her away, loudly protesting that you're already spoken for. She ignores your objections, relentless in her affection as she showers you with kisses and laughter, leaving you both rolling gracelessly across the floor.

"Theron/Thera!" you gasp desperately, reaching out for rescue.

Yet Theron/Thera only watches, a helpless, uncertain smile tugging at their lips as they shrug lightly, clearly deciding it's wiser not to interfere.

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Drakon:

A fierce, delighted grin spreads across Drakon's face, eyes darkening at your stubborn insistence that you're already taken - by none other than Drakon himself.

"Now that's what I like to hear," he growls approvingly, clearly enjoying your loud, slurred declarations. "Let's make sure everyone hears it."

Before you can protest further, Drakon hoists you effortlessly over his shoulder, shamelessly carrying you off and ignoring the amused whistles behind him.

"Say goodbye," he calls back, smirking wickedly. "This one's mine."

[miznie]

I sent this to another beloved if blog, but they didn't respond. I don't know if they felt that it was a awkward question.. 🥲 I'm sorry if it's a weird ask, you don't have to respond!

Also, well wishes to you author 🌸🌸

So, a MC with only a slight height difference with the ROs insists on talking into the ROs ears/ leaning closer to talk in crowds or outside home, because 'how can we hear eachother from this distance?'

There can be the reactions if other cast characters too, especially the old man

Hello there moot, let's just hope that ask only got lost or smthn. This isn't a weird ask at all too, it's very cute, thank you and well wishes to you too :D.

Now let's see their reactions (crush/not dating quite yet) stage.

Lirrahei: Finds the logic in wanting to be heard and doesn't clock any intentions. Lirrahei doesn't even question the leaning in, however they may get a little flustered depending on your tone and closeness, but will internally dismiss it unless you are quite obvious.

Even then, they will fumble and try to justify it in their head as something benign and innocent 😅

Ulmir(a): Listens intently but uses this closeness to commit your face to memory. Their eyes move from feature to feature and if questioned will fire back: 'Well how can I see you properly otherwise, from such a far distance.' Any amorous intentions on the MCs part will be noticed by Ulmir(a) and acted on in less... public settings.

While dragon MC isn't similar to Ulmir(a) in height, they can be if they acquire the human form AND I simply can't pass up on the opportunity to answer it for them. Either way, Ulmir(a) is entirely comfortable, they will lean in a little to 'hear you even better then' and will be warmly happy by the act.

Rune: Is extremely happy and eager that you willingly came closer and uses this opportunity to take in everything they can, your scent, your features, anything micro they wouldn't usually be able to catch.

Upon being told that you leaned in because 'how can we hear each other from this distance?' they will take your words as gospel, thinking your words have great wisdom to them and will lean in every time you speak to them in the future.

Rune dares not miss a thing.

Kazamsu: Being a dragon, none of the MCs are a similar height, dragon MC is the closest of course but still significantly smaller due to their stunt in growth.

Anyways assuming humanoid MC is riding them, or they are both on the same height level somehow due to Kazamsu lying down or MC standing on something next to them.

You see, Kazamsu has great hearing as dragons notoriously have, they will stare deep into your eyes, entirely brush right past your 'flimsy justification' to challenge you, 'Trying to get closer, hmm? Go on, be bold. Tell me what you want.'

What happens from there depends entirely on how you meet this challenge 👀

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I wasn't quite sure whether the reactions for the other cast members would be you doing it to them or their reaction to you doing it to an RO but you are free to send another ask about that if you wish.

[nonbinary-punk-art]

Question: what would you like to see from me in a nsfw harry/Kim/disco zine?

Out of curiosity...

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

How would the ro’s react to mc drawing them a picture of them together and gives it to them but it looks terrible

Woah!! There's actually a drawing scene already drafted in the game (for the next update). One of the RO downtimes MC can get during training.

It's only for one specific RO though, guess who it is? (¬‿¬ )

I won't spoil the event... but here's how they would react.

A

"I didn't realize you could... draw." They're not sure if they should feel flattered or insulted. But their eyes soften when they see the details.

"Thank you... I suppose this has its charm. But please don't try to sell this to anyone."

L

"Aww! How adorable. Look at this, I'm over here and you're there." L points at all the wrong places.

It's clear they can't tell where the drawing begins or ends, but they're genuinely happy.

J

"Is that... me?" The confusion's evident on J's face, brows furrowed as they stare at the crude scribble.

"I'm not that... scary, am I? This drawing makes me look like some kind of ogre."

Despite the criticism, they carefully tuck the paper into their pocket.

[inourselveswetrust]

if you had to pick each RO a “lover season” (spouse, first love, one who got away, twin flames etc….), who would be what to you?

Okayyyy anon, go offffffff with the good questions 👀

For perhaps glaringly obvious reasons, August would be my toxic on/off relationship season.

Blair is wifey/hubby material, definitely spouse season!

Neve would be first love. They're so innocent and give puppy love vibes!

Wren would be the one I can't have/forbidden season. I loveeee their humour, but I wouldn't be able to have a healthy relationship with someone like Wren lmao

I don't know if I answered this properly, but thank you for such a great question! ❤️