#whoops~

[lilac-den]

Oooohhh, I like how accurate it is for the ROs to act exactly that way, Maverick’s trying not to think dishonored of MC, Rydigan smoothly changing the conversation, Ittania just so excited to know someone new and unconsciously direct others' interests, Enid being wary of the fact the scars seems like battle scars... They're all fit to the ROs character, can't wait to see them in the near future chapter 2. Now, what would the ROs reaction be if someone really try to disregard MC due to the scars? In fact... Can we get a snippet with all 4 of them include? (P.S.: I can absolutely imagine Sylphina holding a gun towards the said offenders and proclaim to ask: Who are you to deem my dearest cousin ugly!? Get out you creak, I promise I won't shot you! (Ittania would be clapping by sides lol

Honestly, I kinda want to add such a scene into the game. While MC is probably used to the scars and isn't ashamed of it, I can imagine them feeling more shameful of the fact they're letting the ROs hang out with them. After all, they have such a good reputation - why would they ever mingle with someone with hideous rumours? Which led to the scenario of:

Maverick: He would be quick to guard MC, asking strictly of what the offender dared say. "Regardless of the circumstances with their scars, [offender's name and title], offending a cousin of a Countess and a companion of the Princess is unbecoming of any noble. Am I to understand that not only are you offending the Princess's companion, but the Princess herself for choosing someone, as you said, 'so hideously disfigured'? Or you mean to insult Countess Sylphina's beloved and only relative, who you describe to be 'an uncouth, uncultured, misshapen Neanderthal' despite never having met even once before?"

Which leads to the offender stammering and stumbling out an apology and thus led to Maverick getting annoyed and remind the person of their station before letting them off with a warning.

Rydigan: "Hey now, what's all this about?" Rydigan would slide right into the conversation. "I'm terribly sorry for interrupting, but I could have sworn my ears were burning from the sounds of grisly comments."

"Oh, do not worry, Sir Rydigan. I was simply stating some facts with [Title] [Name] is all."

Rydigan's eyes sharpen and so did his smile, the tips of his fang-like teeth almost peeking out. "Facts, you say? Like what?"

"Oh!" The offender exclaims with excitement and starts. "Like how it must have been dreadful for them to receive such a horrendous scar from the fire, to live and walk about with it all day long."

"The fire?" Rydigan asks and tilts his head slightly, both curious and careful. "You mean the one that cost them their parents? The one where Countess Sylphina, who trades with your town the necessary food to survive the winter, lost her aunt and uncle before saving her precious cousin and only family?"

Sweat begins to bead upon the offender's forehead. "Uhm-"

"And you speak of living and walking about with the scar like it's a horrible thing." Rydigan releases [Name] from his hold but doesn't move away from them. "And yet, it is a proof of survival. Much like the scars our soldiers and knights obtained from fighting our battles as we lead them." A gleam comes onto Rydigan's eyes. "Unless you're saying...people who are scarred should perish and never see the light of day?"

The offender snaps. "Now don't you twist my words-"

"How am I twisting your words?" Rydigan blinks, surprised by such a reaction. But [Name] knows it's simply an innocent play. "Remember, you said so yourself." Rydigan clears his throat and impersonates the offender, word for word with clear pronunciation and tone. "It must have been dreadful to receive such a horrendous scar, to live and walk about it all day long." Rydigan spreads out a hand to the offender, presenting the figure to all watching this spectacle. "In fact, I believe our king and even the rulers before him bear scars from protecting our kingdom. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you think the royal family should perish too just for being scarred." He points at the offender casually. "Am I wrong?"

The flustered expression and tense silence surrounding the offender is enough for a smile to bloom upon Rydigan's face.

Ittania: "Hey!" Ittania walks on over immediately, startling the offender and [Name] with her booming voice. Before the offender could make out a comment or greeting, Ittania cuts to the chase. "What did I just hear you say?"

"Lady Ittania," the offender swallows nervously, places a hand upon their chest and then bow their head respectfully, "forgive me, I did not mean to sully your ears-"

"That's not what I asked." Ittania frowns. "I'm asking what did I just hear you say. You could tell me if you managed to tell [Title] [Name], right?"

"Uhm..." The offender glances at [Name] and, feeling that sense of protectiveness, Ittania moves to block their sight from [Name].

"Well?" Ittania crosses her arms against her chest, imposing an intimidating stance. The offender swallows again, sweat running down from their brow.

"I-I simply...simply made a comment about their appearance."

"And that comment happens to be?" The offender opens their mouth but no words escape. Irritated, Ittania emphasizes further. "Well? We're waiting." She growls out, like a warning.

At this point, the offender knew they're stuck in a hole. "I...said the Wan...Wanderer..."

"The Wanderer what?"

"...The Wanderer must be ashamed to think their scars are worth anything."

A heavy silence covers the room, like a heavy blanket committed to suffocating the party. It's so deathly silent that a pin drop might equate to the ring of a gong.

But what's palpable is the fury in Ittania's eyes, one of her hands gripping her crossed arm so hard that no doubt her muscles are probably bulging underneath her formal wear.

"So you're telling me," she starts, tense, "that you saw the Wanderer, who you never met before and is new to the capital, walked up to them and insulted them right off the bat?"

The offender nods.

Ittania steps to the side and gestures to [Name]. "Them. The person who saved Princess Bellarosa?"

Another, albeit very nervous, nod.

"...Are you a fucking idiot?!"

It took Maverick, Rydigan and [Name] to hold Ittania back and prevent her from spewing profanities befitting a sailor.

Enid: She heard it all, clear as day and just as loud as she would hear from standing right in front of the offender. It doesn't bother her nor does it matter to her. After all, people insult one another all the time - mostly behind their back. This is pretty much an introduction to nobility for the Wanderer. It's not such a big deal.

But boy, does the haughtiness in the offender's voice irritate her immensely.

As Enid sips upon her third glass of red wine, glaring at the sight of the offender laughing and mocking [Name] about the scars, she finds herself more and more annoyed by the niggling sensation inside her.

Then the offender sneered, reaching out-

"Hey!"

And just as sudden, the offender found their outfit stained with the colour of red wine.

"Oh my," Enid covers her mouth with her gloved hand, her other holding the wine glass dripping with the crimson liquid, "I'm very sorry about that, [Noble's title]."

"I'll say!" The offender exclaims, horrified by the new flaw upon their pricey outfit. "You ruined my outfit!"

"And I do so apologize for that." Enid lowers the hand on her mouth and smiles - a smile that doesn't reach her green orbs. "I just get so clumsy when I drank one too many drinks. After all, you never know how badly things could get from being intoxicated." She tries all her might to avoid glancing over at [Name]. The curiosity of their reaction is none of her concern. None at all. "Like spilling a drink...or offending the scarred noble who saved the Princess of our kingdom."

At the harsh implications in her tone, the offender stares at her, confused for a moment. But Enid has since dropped her smile and settles her wine glass upon the tray of a passing servant, letting said servant walk away with the empty glass before continuing.

"I suppose I wasn't clear enough." She turns her eyes back to the offender, gaze unwavering and face leaving little to tell. "Be grateful I stopped you with red wine before someone imprison you in grime for insulting the chosen companion of the Princess. Unless your goal was to highlight your outfit in red blood, that shade might just work."

"Lady Enid-"

Enid holds a hand up. "Do not try to guile your way out. Just walk away, stuff your mouth with food and save your breath. You've offended more than enough people as is."

"But Lady Enid, this is-!"

"If you believe this is preposterous," Enid glares, "shall I bring in Countess Sylphina to inform her of your needling towards her cousin? Or would you rather I inform the king that his daughter's companion is disregarded by his own subject just because of how they looked?"

The offender's tongue retracts deep in their mouth at that moment. Taking Enid's 'advice' to heart, they bow their head and barely mumble out something (an apology? A farewell? Something in between, from what Enid can make out) before turning and running for, as Enid mentioned, the food.

Enid finally decides to glance over to [Name]...and immediately her face displays a frustration at the satisfied feeling inside her upon seeing the shocked expression on their face.

"What?" She snaps at them in an instant. "They were getting annoying."

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

To the fairy trio-

Uh we can speak to Eclipse😐

"Huh--?" "What? S-Since when--?!" "What has he--Nevermind-! Whatever he's told you, don't listen! He will lie to you and use you!" "And don't say his name!"

[grcveyacd]

“ what’s that on your finger? “ heath asks suddenly, cutting off whatever hungover ramble she was on about.” that vaguely looks like the ring i was told to hold onto for brooke. “  the ring that he was given hours prior to the drunken bender when he was officially asked to be best man instead of just one of the groomsmen. he told the groom that he would guard it with his life but, clearly he didn’t guard it that well. “ the rock does look bigger — shiner even. did we get it cleaned last night? “ he grabs her hand, studying the piece of jewelry, trying to decipher if it was actually the ring or not instead of just checking the box. “ what the hell happened last night? “ @ask-alicelockwood sent✒ & got - married in vegas

[skj-weebmam]

Woops~

[devouring-hive]

“It’s not like you are unused to the idea of locking someone in a confined space ‘for their own good’, for centuries. Isn’t that right mother?”

“Go to your room.”

“Oh my, but I’m no child anymore sweet mother- I’m afraid that means nothing to me!”

“Then I shall make it mean something.”

“...M-mother?!” 

FWOOM.

[different-wonderland-sweets]

Inter-estingly Enough (UF!Grillby x Reader)

Trigger Warnings listed in tags. Read at your own peril.

“ —and they believed it. Pays to be a goody-two-shoes, you know?“

You finish telling the story once again, but this time, it was in a closed bar. It was a classic from when you were in high school; you’ll always remember being able to punch that queerphobic bitch in her caked face and getting away with it. Not that you were entirely truthful about the incident to the school principal, but you were able to lie pretty smoothly on the spot. Grillby found it amusing, in his own internal laughter way. You could tell by the raise in flames and his clearly entertained smirk. “... And here I thought you didn’t do violence and mischief?” He asks you, his remark laced with a teasing tone. You shrug with a lopsided smile. “Nothing that anyone really knows about. After all, it could have been ANYTHING that hit her powdered cheek until it bruised! Don’t you think it’s a little unfair to blame the student whose always on their best behavior?” You give Grillby your most innocent look, but he’s clearly not buying it.

He cackles a bit to himself, starts laughing a bit louder, and then calms himself. “Didn’t think you the type to just fight people at random.” Grillby snickers. Well, “She deserved it.” You flat-out told him. Grillby gives you a more interested look. “What makes you say that?” Grillby questions you, clearly more invested in your high school life than you were at the time. “Ugh, I just got sick of hearing her talk. She’d get pissed off about one thing or another and she’d always bring the conversation around to gender, and how you were either female or male. I told her you could be born intersex. She didn’t believe me. The teacher couldn’t confirm, since gender wasn’t listed to teachers, and I didn’t care enough to bring my parents into this. She got frustrated with me. Gave me a hard time in class, gossiped about me to the point where everyone knew she was lying because she hated me, and she even managed to snag me some new friends because of it! There were a lot of kids who hated her guts, but we couldn’t do anything without the teachers somehow getting involved, so we never resolved anything. I’ll tell you what, her queerphobia and general bitchiness really got me out of a few jams.” You casually lay out your high school life story.

Grillby is completely still (minus his flames) for a few moments. Then a minute. His face had fallen flat, and he’s staring at you. “...Intersex...?” He asks. You nod, a bit nervously. Why was he being so awkward about it?! Did he also hate LGBTQ+??? You try to think back for any sign you missed that he wasn’t cool with that sort of thing, but then he grabs your shoulder from over the bar. “Hey, stop with the silent panic.” Grillby deadpanned. You refocus. Were you being obvious? “Oh, don’t look so surprised. It was written all over your face. You’re rather open with your feelings, which surprises on how you’ve made it as far as you have.” Grillby straightens his bowtie. He walks around the bar and grabs a seat next to you. He sits straight; confidently and ever sure of himself.

“Listen, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, alright? You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone, alright? Not to that high school bitch, not that Sans, not to the former Canine Unit, and not to me. You keep being you, okay?” Grillby tells you. You look in eyes, unsure of whether you could tell him how you sometimes feel cursed to have this body. His eyes harden into a more anger glare. “Answer me. You’re going to love yourself fully, alright?” He commands. “Alright.” You answer, still a little unsure. Grillby senses it and growls. He looks around the bar a bit, and sees how closed the blinds to the bar is. He then grabs and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You breathe just a bit. You were nervous as hell just from being this close in proximity to him. Grillby’s flames curl harmlessly against you, caressing your flesh warmly as he held you.

“You’re going to learn to love yourself, even if I have to stay here all week, human. Don’t test my resilience.” Grillby warns you, taking his arms out of the sleeves of his coat to wrap the coat arms around you and him. He ties it into a bow. Well, you were going to make the most of this situation, even if you were insanely nervous. If he was willing to be this forward in private, then it’s got to be some sort of sign, right? You press your body back against his. He’s stiffed up, but then he’s gone and leaned back to be more of a lounging chair. Well, if he’s offering you all week to embrace him, how could you refuse him?

END.

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Bonus:

“Wait, what’s intersex? Is that how you call yourself a freak in bed? I think I might be intersex, too, then.”

*Pulls up Powerpoint presentation* “Ok, so if you’ll kindly turn your attention to these charts—”

[sunlight-horizons]

Sunlight #6.5

Should’ve watched where you were glomping, Twilight.

[devouring-hive]

Something Something Remillie might or might not have a sensitive neck-

"No."

yes