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haydenigmatic · 11 months

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You are the King’s third child, a Princess/Prince third in line to the throne of the eight kingdoms,Third in line to the throne, you have nothing to worry about , well of course you have your lessons but not as extensive as your brothers because your older brother is the heir and even if something happened to him, there is your other big brother.

Maybe you will be a pawn for your father in a marriage alliance, However, who knows what the future holds, something or someone could ensure that your dynasty will be nothing more than dust and you will have to fight for the throne as the heir apparent, or maybe you won’t have to fight at all…

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RO's intro post: ✸ Aurelia/n✸Damon✸Doria/n✸Hanniel✸

✸ Jasira✸ Nesrin ✸ Odette ✸ Sorin ✸ Verena ✸

Play as a Princess/Prince of a powerful dynasty.

Variety of dialogue depending on your gender

Find love among nine characters of whom two are gender selectable

Manipulate, or genuinely care for your people

Bond with creatures that used to be extinct

Blurry the line between good and bad

Form alliances to win the crown

Do anything to survive at court

♢ Lady/Lord Aurelia/Aurelian Mezzei (She/her - He/him) 2 years older than MC

Aurelia/n is a proud and skilled adventurer with a free-spirited nature, always yearning for new experiences and the freedom of the open road. Beneath their composed exterior, they possess a kind heart and a rational mind, but can become a formidable force when provoked.

"The world is a tapestry, woven with threads of wonder and complexity. With each step, I strive to unravel its mysteries and add my own vibrant colors."

♢ Lady/Lord Doria/Dorian Muriel (She/her - He/him) 3 years older than MC

Doria/n is a complex and enigmatic individual, shrouded in a veil of cynicism and guardedness. Their ruthless actions and lack of remorse paint them as a hardened figure, while their hidden heart of gold and capacity for loyalty reveal a deeper layer beneath the surface. They navigate life with a cautious scepticism, harbouring deep-seated wounds and a relentless desire for self-preservation.

"There's no room for sentimentality or second chances in my life. Once you cross me, there's no going back."

♢ Hanniel (Connell) Almlinger (He/him) 4 years older than MC

Hanniel is a chivalrous and principled knight, driven by a strong sense of justice and an unwavering dedication to doing what is right. Despite the shame he feels as a bastard, he possesses a warm and compassionate heart, and his experiences have shaped him into a resilient and empathetic individual.

"The measure of a person's worth is not determined by their birthright, but by the content of their character."

♢ Lord Damon Lavone (He/him) 4 years older than MC

Damon is a charismatic and ambitious knight, driven by a relentless pursuit of glory and recognition. His privileged background as the heir to the second wealthiest man in The Eight Kingdoms, combined with his natural talent and captivating presence, has made him a captivating legend and a force to be reckoned with. Beneath his confident exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective nature, willing to go to great lengths for the ones he loves.

"To be ordinary is a fate worse than death. I was destined for greatness, and I will leave my mark on this world. Remember my name, for it will be whispered in awe and reverence."

♢ Lady Jasira Oursbar (She/her) 2 years older than MC

Jasira is a fiercely independent and outspoken individual, unafraid to challenge societal expectations and fight for what she believes in. As the daughter of a northern duke, she defies the traditional role of a lady, embodying strength, determination, and a rebellious spirit. With a background rooted in nobility, Jasira carries a deep sense of loyalty and a strong connection to her heritage, guiding her actions and shaping her unwavering pursuit of justice.

"I'd rather live a life of freedom and danger than one of safety and confinement."

♢ Lady Nesrin Parovus (She/her) 1 year older than MC

Nesrin is a cunning and intelligent individual, skilled in the art of manipulation and strategic thinking. Born into nobility as the daughter of one of the seven dukes, she exudes grace and elegance while harbouring a hidden depth of ambition and determination. With her background of privilege and a mind shaped by political intrigue, Nesrin is a formidable force, always three steps ahead in the game of power.

"There's nothing more satisfying than outmaneuvering someone who thought they had the upper hand."

♢ Lady Odette Lavone (She/her) 1 year younger than MC

Odette is a compassionate and idealistic individual, driven by a strong sense of empathy and a desire for justice. With her noble background as the daughter of one of the seven dukes, she possesses elegance and grace, often regarded as the epitome of a court lady. Her genuine kindness and unwavering devotion make her a steadfast ally and a beacon of hope in a complex and sometimes treacherous world.

"Love is not just a fleeting emotion; it is a profound connection that binds us together. With each beat of my heart, I choose to love fiercely, fiercely enough to change the world."

♢ Sorin of Soirsa (She/her) 2 years older than MC

Sorin is a resilient and resourceful individual, shaped by a challenging past as an orphan and a former courtesan. With a guarded demeanour and an independent spirit, she navigates the world with a keen intellect and a knack for survival. Beneath her tough exterior lies a tender heart yearning for connection, a hidden vulnerability that only a select few are privileged to witness.

"Life may have dealt me a difficult hand, but I'll play it with audacious grace, turning adversity into art."

♢ Lady Verena Sarpe (She/her) Same age as MC

Verena is a captivating and ambitious noblewoman, known for her seductive allure and calculated strategies. Born into a distinguished family, she carries the weight of her tarnished reputation and navigates the intricate web of political power with cunning and determination. Behind her enchanting facade lies a complex soul yearning for genuine love, battling her own insecurities and the shadows of her past.

"Love is a delicate dance, and I have perfected the steps. But be warned, for the fire that burns within me is as treacherous as it is enchanting."

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clover-wall · 3 years

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hi so im not cis and feel a disconnect from my birth name and I have a huge giant list of names that I like and feel free to snatch a name from the list I’d love to help! ALSO if you come up with any suggestions please comment then I really appreciate it thanks :) the names I’m considering have a little star beside them*

•A: aspen, adrian, aloe, angel, aurelia, adona

•B: bliss, brin*, bonnibel/bonni(e), blu(e)

•C: casey*, cloud, clover, caelen

•D: delta, doe

•E: eden

•G: ginger

•H: hazel, haven

•I: ivory

•J: jess, juniper, ja(e)dyn, julep

•Kasee (another spelling of casey), kiki, kit*

•L: loren*, laz(uli)*

•M: meadow, magnolia

•N: Normandy, ness(a), nicolette

•O: Ocean

•P: pax (Latin for peace)

•R: rae, ro, rhae

•S: summer, shae, sage, sorrel, sunny

•T: thea

•V: val (maybe short for valley?)

•W: wren

now that I have this whole thing typed out I’m now realizing that it isn’t that long but please feel free to pick one if you like it and also PLEASE give me name suggestions thank u and have a nice day!!!!

^edit please refer to me in the comments as whatever name(s) is/are in my bio thanks :)

also im trying to figure out how to make replies and comments and such work so please be patient with me thanks!

#nonbinary names #name ideas #name suggestions #nonbinary #lgbtq #enby names

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midnightsun-if · 2 months

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Who fell first, and who fell harder with each RO?

Koda: He fell first without even realizing it. It was as natural as breathing at the end of the day.

Scarlett: The MC fell first and she fell harder (or you were both in the same place all along and it just took her a moment to figure that out).

Cyrus/Cyra: They fell harder— not even afraid that they’d hit the ground while doing so as they knew you’d be there to greet them.

Quinn: Their wolf fell first and they fell harder as Quinn wanted to be sure that they, their human side, wasn’t just being influenced by their lupine one.

Caden: They fell at a sedate pace, taking in the sights and allowing themself to truly come to terms with what’s happening. Sometimes they may have shifted up a bit, but they would inevitably end up on the ground with you.

Sloane: They fell harder… But perhaps they also fell first too… Their emotions are sort of all over the place, but they’re content on where they end up landing all the same. Doesn’t matter how long it took to actually fall.

Blake: They took a tumbling dive down a gigantic flight of stairs, got whacked over the head, and then proceeded to be oblivious that they had fallen in the first place and didn’t just find a new, more painful, way to travel.

Reginald/Regina: They fell first without question. How could they not when in the face of you? There’s nothing in this world that could have stopped them.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: r presley #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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midnightsun-if · 3 months

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Can we have RO (relationship) reaction getting a note passed them saying

Do you like me?

Yes

Definitely

Absolutely

And see MC hiding behind something looking at them

It was a silly idea you had in the middle of Professor Locke's lecture-- one borne from an ideal mind as you had already prepared for the test thanks to your dorm-mates-- and it's not one that'd leave your mind. Not when you could see the cause of such an idea just a few seats away.

With lips pressed together, a feeble attempt at keeping your growing smile hidden, you rip a small section off the corner of your notes, briefly checking to make sure that Professor Locke was still none the wiser; not that you think he'd care, he was fairly laidback. Your mother on the other hand? If she somehow got wind of this? You weren't so certain of-- so it's better to be safe than sorry... When you're certain you're in the clear, you jot down a few words, trying your best not to chuckle at the absurdity of it, and lean towards your desk mate, dropping your voice to a conspirationally whisper. "Do you think you could send this over there, Willow?" You point towards the person you are directing her towards. "I'd really appreciate it."

Pale blue eyes flicker to where you've gestured, a small hum leaves her lips as she takes the scrap of paper without a word. Pale fingers enclose around it, her eyes taking on a darker blue hue for the briefest of moments as her magic ignites, before everything settles once more; her hand now being empty when she returns to taking notes once more. Something that causes a bright smile to finally break out across your lips.

Hiding yourself behind an old tome, you impatiently wait for the incoming response-- one you had no doubt was coming-- only peeking out every now-and-then to ensure that Willow hadn't accidentally sent it to the wrong person. That would definitely be embarrassing. When you're met with their gaze looking back at you, an innate response to jump out of your seat in surprise is just barely halted, which you're thankful for as not even a second later another shimmer of magic appears softly in front of you as a torn piece of paper lands before you-- a familiar script scrawled across it.

Koda:

[Absolutely! Do you want to watch a movie after this lecture? -- Koda <3]

Scarlett:

[I fear this may come as a surprise to you, my heart, but my feelings for you could never be encapsulated in such a trivial word. I adore and love you-- for you loved me when I didn't even love myself. -- Eternally Yours, Scarlett Voltaire]

Cyrus/Cyra:

[Is this some form of test, my flame? I believe I'm woefully unprepared if it is. To answer your question, however, I absolutely like you. -- C. Aurelia]

Quinn:

[I do actually. Quite a bit more than I ever thought I would. Something that seems to grow more and more as I spend time with you. -- Quinn]

Caden:

[You know that I do. You've brought warmth back into my life when I never thought it'd be a possibility again. -- Caden]

Sloane:

[Sometimes I wonder why I do when you send me notes like this after we've been dating for months now... But, yes... I do like you... Even if you make me question my sanity. -- Sloane]

Blake:

[I can show you how much I like you back at the dorm, if you'd like... ;) -- Blake]

Reginald/Regina:

[Yes! I absolutely like you! Definitely have never had any doubts about that. Do you like me? -- Reggie/Gina]

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: r presley #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks #might have gone a bit overboard for this #but i hope you like it all the same :D

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midnightsun-if · 7 months

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I CANNOT believe no one has asked the classic: how would the ROs react to the MC dying in their arms?

The wind whistles a mournful tune throughout the battlefield— blood glitters like rubies underneath the fading light of day, scorched earth a darkened husk in the places magic had gotten a bit too out of hand, and the steady breeze brings with it the scent of death.

None of that mattered to the singular figure knelt in the middle of the growing carnage; the battle all but forgotten in the face of what has happened. There couldn’t be anything more important than stopping the blood from escaping— tense fingers pressed into a gaping wound that they desperately avoid looking directly at.

They knew you were gone, or close to it, but they couldn’t tear themself from your side. Couldn’t even comprehend leaving you. Not now. Not ever.

Koda: “E-Everything is going to be okay,” he mutters, tears running down his face in complete contrast to his words. Whiskey brown eyes, normally filled with so much warmth, continuously flash amber as he fights to control himself, to control his bear that desperately wants to rip the person who did this to shreds. “You’re going to be fine and then I’m going to take you to meet Pola, okay?” He tugs you closer into his arms, pressing a brief kiss to you forehead. “We’re going to be one big family. Like we’ve talked about and I can’t have that without you. So you gotta be okay.”

Scarlett: Obsidian black nearly eclipses the viridescent green of her gaze, a snarl bares sharpened fangs completely, while dirt streaks across fair skin. She hunches over your body, muscles tight in her protective stance, while she desperately tries to think of what she could do. With each moment that went by, with every second she wasted, her mate, her heart, was vanishing right before her eyes. “Just hold on a little longer, my love. Just a little bit longer.” Scarlett wasn’t above begging now— she’d kneel before anyone, grovel before any god, if it meant keeping you with her. She could feel venom pooling in her mouth, her need to rip everyone, ally or not, to shreds that got too close overwhelming her, but she remains steadily by your side. “You promised me forever,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, desperately trying to ignore how cold it has become. “Please do not make that a lie. Please do not leave me in a world without you.”

Cyrus/Cyra: Their head whips back and forth frantically, hands shakily pressing down into your side as they simultaneously pull you closer. “Why aren’t they working?” They gasp, golden tears falling from their eyes and into your wound. “Why aren’t you getting better? Why am I not strong enough to save you?” Their lips press against your temple, crimson beginning to make a home within their gaze. “You can’t leave me. We still have so many things to do, to see, I—” A painful breath erupts from their lips in the form of a sharp sob, more tears falling down their face and uselessly to you. “I can’t lose you. I can’t be the ruler I’m meant to be unless you’re by my side. I need you. Please.”

Quinn: A rumbling snarl begins to build deeply within their chest, clawed hands, as they couldn’t stop their wolf from beginning to peak out, press firmly against your side. The scent of your blood, even if it wasn’t truly yours, causes nausea to roil within their stomach, their heart lurching at the sight of your slackening face. They know their only a small breakdown from shifting completely, from causing a rampage that only death would stop, but they take a deep breath, pulling you against their chest in a gentle hold. “I’m here, sweetheart.” Tears drop onto your cheeks, your unresponsive gaze locked with their own. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? So you better not either? Not when we have so many adventures left.”

Caden: They could feel your life force waning, could feel the pain ravaging your soul, and they want nothing more than to take it away, to lead you to a place that you’d be able to rest, that you’d be able to find peace, but they weren’t ready to say goodbye to you yet. Even if it was selfish, even if it meant you’d never forgive them, they couldn’t let you go. They’d be able to see you, but it’d never be for long, and they’d never be able to stay, as it wasn’t in the cards for what they were. The moment your soul passed on, the moment you left their grasp, all they would have is their memories, the phantom touch of your hands, and the faint echoes of the warmth you offered them after so long of being stuck in the cold. “I’m not ready,” they murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I’m not ready to say goodbye. I’m not ready to be cold again.”

Sloane: A mournful howl rips from their chest, their wolf taking control instantly as they shrink within themself. They know that you were gone, they’ve seen the waxy quality on skin before, have seen the listless expression before, and knows exactly where it leads, they know that you’re already past a point of return— even if they’d do anything to get you back. A furred body gently curls around you, a muzzle, with teeth that could tear through flesh like it’s paper, softly shifts your arm to wrap around their neck, and they nuzzle into your chest. Great heaving breaths wrack their body, their tail thrashes against the ground in agony, but they press closer, trying to give you the warmth that your body is now lacking. You’re my pack. My family. They press impossibly closer. Please don’t leave me all alone.

Blake: “H-Hey,” they chide, trying their best to ignore the tears steadily slipping down their cheeks, as they gently maneuver you onto their lap. “We’re not gonna do this, okay? This is not where we’re going to say goodbye. You know that I’m the one that demanded to die first, and I made you swear you’d abide by that.” They choke out a laugh, although it’s more aligned to a gasping sob. “We wouldn’t want you to be an oath-breaker, right?” At your lack of a response to their joke more tears slips from violet eyes, their head bowing over your body. Hands desperately grasping at whatever they could hold as they latch onto you, gently rocking your body back and forth within their arms. “You taught me so much. You taught me what it means to have a friend, to know what unconditional love feels like, and I can never repay you. I don’t know what my life will be like without you. I don’t want to know what my life will be like without beside me. I—” They choke out another sob. “Please don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Reginald/Regina: They shake their head, shock working its way down their body. “This shouldn’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” They press their hands firmly into your side, multi-colored eyes flashing with barely concealed panic. “I’m the one that’s supposed to die first, remember? I’m the silly human in all of this. You’re the big bad vampire. You—” They stop, breathing out a sharp gasp, leaning down to press their forehead against yours. “You can’t be dying. You can’t leave me before I’ve even had the chance to have you. Before we’ve had the opportunity to be together fully. You’re going to be okay, alright? I’m not going to accept anything else. You’re going to be okay.” They tug you firmly against their body, hating how malleable you were to their touch. You have to be okay.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: sloane addams #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks #angst

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midnightsun-if · 6 days

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Do we have an alternate ending to the true love kiss scenario but the kiss ended up working? 🥹💔 asking for a broken hearted fellow

A heavy buzzing is what alerts you to your surroundings first, your eyes fluttering open blearily as you try to make sense of the world coming into focus around you.

You were in a familiar room. Faint aromas and scents waft over you, soothing, instead of alerting, the beast within you.

You were on a bed. That you could tell by the soft sheets underneath your hands.

You weren't alone. Your gaze settling on the figure seated directly next to you, a wave of warmth crashing over you at the familiar sight.

Koda: "Hi, sunflower," he whispers, conscious of how loud he needed to be in case you were still disoriented. A large hand cups your cheek, tears causing the gold within his deep brown eyes to shimmer like flecks of liquid sunlight. "You've been asleep for a bit, I'm glad I was able to wake you up." Koda dips his head. "We should get you a medal. I think you beat out a hibernating bear."

Scarlett: "My heart." The whispered admission, spoken through a strangled noise, as if the breath had just been forced back into her lungs, is filled with adoration. "You've finally awoken." A look of complete relief is etched upon her face, Scarlett moving closer, as if on instinct, to clutch your hand. The usual viridescent quality of her gaze was darker than usual, a pallid hue to her complexion, but the happiness the shone through seemed to make her glow from within. "I'll have to ask you desist from ever scaring me like that again. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Cyrus/Cyra: "You're awake." A soft smile comes to their lips at the sight, golden eyes shimmering with all the love they felt for you. "I wasn't certain if you would awaken. If I--" They pause, shaking whatever thought away. "I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't been able to help you." They gently take your hand into theirs, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. "You've helped me in so many ways, my flame, I'm glad that I was able to pay, at least some of, it back."

Quinn: "It's about time you woke up," they tease, easy smile on full display. If it wasn't for the strain around sapphire eyes, you would have almost believed it too. "I don't know how much longer I could have put up with your snoring, sweetheart." Quinn shakes their head, settling on the bed, making sure they didn't jostle you too much. "I'm just glad to finally see you awake."

Caden: "I'm glad to see you awake," they murmur, gently swiping a strand of hair away from your face. Argent eyes softened to a pale gray, black curls falling haphazardly across their forehead as they smile gently at you. "Is there anything you need? Anything I can help you with?" Caden settles on the bed beside you, light as air. "I will do everything in my power to make sure you're okay." They press a gentle kiss to your brow. "No matter how long that may take."

Sloane: A rush of emotions flickers across their face at the sight of you actually staring back. Hazel eyes flashing with the depth of the storm raging within them. "You're an ass," they grunt, hands tightening on the covers. "Do you have any fucking idea what you've just put me through?" Sloane barks out a laugh, shaking their head. "If you ever act like that much of a dumbass again, I might just leave you sleeping." Staring at you for a moment, their eyes soften, as does their tone. "But I can't say I'm not glad to see your beautiful eyes."

Blake: "I know I've said I enjoy Sleeping Beauty, but that doesn't mean you need to reenact it, angel." Violet eyes appraise your form, noting everything that could possibly be wrong. Seemingly content with what they find, Blake takes your hand into theirs, relief causing the tension within their body to rush out. "Let's leave curses and hexes to witches and animated movies, okay?" They run a hand through their hair, making the already messy locks even more haphazard in appearance. "Have no interest in almost losing you again."

Reginald/Regina: Blue green eyes brighten, a sunny smile overtaking their lips. "It actually worked!" They beam, rushing to your side in an instant. Slim hands cradling your face as they seem to simply want to soak you in. "I can't believe it actually worked! I'm happy that it did, of course. I don't want to even imagine it failing, but--" They cut themself off, clearly aware that they were headed towards a rant. Reigning themself in, they continue with a softer edge to their tone. "Even if I'm profoundly curious, I don't think I want to ever experience this again. I like it a lot better when you're the one answering my questions."

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: r presley #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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midnightsun-if · 9 days

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What does our dear cousin think of the MC getting with each of the ROs?

Koda: "That isn't a man," Viktoria snorts out a laugh. "That is mountain. Are you certain his name isn't Everest?" Sharp green eyes turn to look at Koda, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she tilts her head. "You seem to be a good man, Everest. I like you."

Scarlett: Viktoria's eyebrows raise in amused shock. "You were able to romance her, little cousin?" Slowly, she raises one hand for a fist bump. "I'm impressed. Romancing a Voltaire isn't an easy feat. Especially not the Ice Queen."

Cyrus/Cyra: She whistles lowly. "You acquired a flaming bird. Could come in handy if you ever decide to visit during winter in Russia." Turning to you, she huffs out a chuckle. "Pa will be quite interested to learn of your new romance, little cousin."

Quinn: "A Grant," Viktoria hisses, eyes narrowed into slits. "I assume they're nothing like their family or else I'd assume you'd have nothing to do with them." She turns to look at you. "As long as they stay away from me, I'll be happy."

Caden: She shifts in place, looking at Caden with an unsettled expression. "If you're happy, I don't have any added thoughts on the matter." Viktoria moves back from Caden, her expression wrought with an emotion you couldn't decipher. "Do you have any hot sauce for my popcorn?"

Sloane: Viktoria simply observes Sloane with a rather bored expression, head tilted ever-so-slightly. "They're a very angry wolf, but as long as they treat you well I don't care." Green eyes appraise the shifter's outfit. "It's bonus that they dress so well."

Blake: "Your little half-demon?" She rubs the back of her neck, actual surprise etched on her face. "I can't believe that you both finally admitted to something so obvious." Viktoria offers you a gentle smile. "I'm proud of you, little cousin. Even if you are a dumbass for taking so long."

Reginald/Regina: "A human?" A slow smile curls her lips, light green eyes softening. "I'm glad that you've been able to find love with a mortal, little cousin. Even if they may not be with you forever, the love they leave behind surely will."

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #sc: viktoria #scenario asks

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midnightsun-if · 8 months

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Hello!! Okay so ROs reaction to MC being asked out in front of them..? (crushing stage vs. relationship stage)

Crushing Stage

Koda: "What did that person want, Anon?" His eyes trail after the receding figure, the smallest of furrows to his brow. However, his expression easily slips into a fond smile when he turns back to you. "Did you have a nice chat? Did they need help with an assignment?"

When you shake your head, and tell him what had occurred, a rush of emotions tears through him, but he shakes them off. You were here with him after all, right? He had no reason to worry. Being at your side is more than enough for him.

Scarlett: Emerald eyes flash in the darkness, keen ears easily picking up inane chatter from drunk imbeciles, but she steadies herself to find one in particular. Perfect white teeth, and sharpened fangs on full display, make an appearance when crimson-painted lips pull back in a sneer. Moving through the party is easy, slipping through messily dancing bodies and swatches of too-strong perfume, Scarlett finds her target-- a familiar figure, one she'd recognize anywhere, now accompanied by another.

With ease, Scarlett settles by your side, noting, with some measure of glee, that the individual who had dared try to ask you out had stiffened in response to her presence. Good, her mind purrs. Maybe this will teach you a valuable lesson. Her instincts scream at her to growl, to make her claim, but she simply turns to you, with an unimpressed arch of her brow. "This is the company you keep, Anon? I thought I could expect more from you."

Cyrus/Cyra: The question, such a simple one in the grand scheme of things, whirls around in their mind: Will you go out with me? It shouldn't affect them the way that it did, especially not when you had stuttered out a brief, yet polite, no, but it did. A vice grip had surrounded their heart when the question had been poised, when your answer still hung in the silence after, and they didn't know what to do about it. Didn't know how they could explain it.

All they do know, is that, for the moment at least, you were here with them. And that the peace you brought them with such a simple action did more than you could ever possibly realize.

Quinn: Crossing their arms over their chest, Quinn is almost impressed by the bravado in which the person asked you out-- the key word being almost. They could feel their wolf rise to the newest challenger posed to them, but it's a reaction that's quickly stamped down. Anon isn't ours to claim. Their wolf thrashes in their chest at that, wholeheartedly disagreeing. Settle.

Quinn isn't sure if the command had worked, or if their wolf had simply quieted down due to you turning back to look at them-- the person who had asked you out completely forgotten. They know it's something they'll have to bring up with you, the bond their wolf has formed, but for now, in the face of your smile, they decide to simply live in the moment.

Caden: They've never wanted to be more invisible than they do right now-- wanting nothing more than to slip into the shadows and vanish. But, they couldn't leave you, no matter how much they may want to, and that's not something that'll ever change. However, when you turn back to them with a scoff, and a playful roll of your eyes, one that they had come to recognize as being a look solely meant for them, something settles within their chest once more.

Their hold on the mortal plain becomes stronger, more iron-clad in intensity, as they offer you a shy smile in return. It may hurt at times to see you get attention from others, especially when they slip under the radar, but knowing you'll always turn back to see them? That makes up for everything.

Sloane: "What did that asshole want?" They grunt, placing down the drinks you had requested they get-- trying to ignore the fact that they had heard the conversation that had just occurred perfectly. Stamping down the familiar flames of anger that lick at their heart, that wish to burn across their tongue and scorch the culprits that had caused it. It's not Anon's fault, fur-bag, they think. Who wouldn't want to ask them out? It's not their fault that you're too chickenshit to do anything about your feelings.

"Nothing of any substance." You take a sip of your drink. "Asked me out. Said no. That's all really."

Something settles within their chest then, Sloane and their wolf coming together in a way they hadn't in years, at the knowledge that you were still within grasp-- they just had to finally be brave enough to hold on.

Blake: A subtle frown furrows their brow at the scene unraveling in front of them, violet eyes flashing with varying emotions before they settle on amusement-- even if it's completely fake. Without putting much stock into the action, Blake shifts over to wrap an arm around your shoulders, body pressed firmly against your side. Their eyes don't shift from the other person's, although a softer emotion wells up within their chest when you lean into their touch, as they dare them to continue forward with their plan.

Blake may not be ready for a relationship yet, but that doesn't mean they want anyone coming in to fuck up their momentum.

Reginald/Regina: Unfamiliar pangs of varying emotions erupt in their chest at the conversation happening right in front of them, hands ball into fists on their lap. They don't know why it bothers them so much. Is it because the person asking you out is supernatural and I'm human? No. Despite what many might think, R doesn't think of their humanity as a hindrance or a curse. No, they muse, observing you and the smile on your lips. It's because I can see that person making them happy. Making them feel precisely how I wish to make them feel... The only difference is that I know I can do it better.

They don't say any of that, however. Don't feel the need as you quickly end the conversation and turn back to them, smile still in place, and R, just for a moment, believes that it's entirely because of them.

Relationship Stage

Koda: Without thought he wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. Whiskey brown eyes flash in warning, a deep rumble echoing from his chest. "Taken." It's all that needed to be said-- there was no arguing in the face of a protective shifter.

Scarlett: A chilling fire suffuses itself within her gaze, causing vibrant green to appear that much more luminescent. "Did you truly just ask out my beloved in front of me?" Fangs bared, Scarlett tugs you closer to her side, she envisions all the ways she could tear the person down. But, at the soft hand on her thigh, coupled with the tender kiss you place on her neck, she lets some of her growls die down, your message as clear as if you had spoken. "You're in luck. My heart has decided that you don't deserve what's coming to you for being so foolish." She waves her hands towards the exit. "So go, but make no mistake in thinking that if you ever come near us again that I'll be as forgiving."

Cyrus/Cyra: The gold vanishes from their eyes instantly, blood red taking its place. They could feel the heat growing in their palms, their beast thrashing against its proverbial cage to be let loose, but they reign it in-- they don't wish to accidentally harm you. "Leave," they snarl, voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Or else I will show you personally what it means to make an enemy of a phoenix."

Quinn: "Dude," they say, completely unimpressed. Their arm, still slung over your shoulder, tightens imperceptibly. "I know you can clearly see that Anon is taken. Why the hell do you want to stir up trouble?" Their wolf burns to make its presence known, but Quinn holds out for now-- if silence doesn't work, nor the glare, then they'll let their inner animal out. Anything if it meant protecting you.

Caden: Ice runs through their veins, silver eyes flashing menacingly but they don't say anything-- there wasn't a need to. Not when they could see the fear of the unknown already sparked into life within the other person's eyes. And if you were simply going to ignore them? Then so would they. If needed, they'll handle the situation later.

Sloane: A threatening growl tears through their chest, eyes flashing in warning. Pressing closer into your side, snarl still in place, Sloane is soothed by your familiar scent, by the presence that always brings them a wave of peace. It's the perfect soothing balm for their aching soul, and it's not something they'll ever want to go without. Even if it means they have to fight jackasses.

Blake: Running a hand down your arm, Blake pulls you closer to their body, angled in such a way that your gaze would only be able to see them. Nimble fingers tangle into the fine strands of your hair, tugging hard enough to maintain your attention, but soft enough so it doesn't hurt, they press a fleeting kiss to your lips. Revealing in the fact that your attention was on them, and only them, not anyone else. "Want to get out of here, angel?"

Reginald/Regina: "Do you even know them?" They cross their arms over their chest. "Yeah, they're a pretty face, but they're so much more than that. Do you know their favorite color? Hobbies? What they like to eat for snacks? The fact that they already have a partner that does?"

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: r presley #ro: caden randall #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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midnightsun-if · 2 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day!!

How would the RO’s (when romanced) react to the mc giving them a note asking if they wanted to be their valentine?

Koda: “Really?” A bright smile appears on his face, his expression being as luminescent as the sun. “You want me to be your valentine? I know we’re dating, but I didn’t know if the status of being a valentine transferred like that.” Stepping forward, he wraps his arms around you and tugs you into his body. “I’d love to be your valentine, sunflower.”

Scarlett: “I don’t typically celebrate a holiday that’s commercialized the true meaning of love,” she drawls, manicured nails grazing over the sweet note you made for her. When she glances back up and notices your dejected expression, her own softens. “But, for you, my heart, I’ll forever make an exception. I’d love to be your valentine as long as you’ll be mine.”

Cyrus/Cyra: Their brow furrows in confusion. “I was under the impression that being someone’s valentine held a romantic precedent, correct?” At your answering nod, their confusion only seems to grow. “Then shouldn’t you already know what my answer will be given that my heart belongs to you? There’s no need to ask, my flame, as I already am your valentine.”

Quinn: “Valentine, huh?” They wiggle their eyebrows teasingly, a warm smile tugging at their lips. “Aren’t you moving a bit fast, sweetheart? We’ve only been dating for six months.” At the way your expression begins to grow worried, their teasing exterior falls away and their softer countenance comes out. Before you could blink, you’re wrapped in their embrace with a soft kiss being placed to your brow. “I’d love to be your valentine. Couldn’t imagine being anyone else’s.” A huff of laughter escapes them. “Don’t think my wolf would be too pleased if I did.”

Caden: Running a finger down the note, a soft smile tugs at the corners of their lips. The warmth in their gaze reminding you of a cloudless night in the midst of summer, argent eyes sparkling with love and adoration. “I’d love to be your valentine.” They look back down at the note with an almost reverent air. “I’d love nothing more, in truth.”

Sloane: A frown furrows their brow at the sight of the note, the warmth in their chest being a nagging bug as they realize how deeply they’ve already fallen for you. The simple fact that they didn’t crumple up the note and throw it away being an obvious indicator— nothing more so, however, than the little notebook tucked away in their pocket. “You realize we’ve been dating for a bit now, dumbass?” Despite the seeming hostility of their words, there’s a warm softness to their tone that takes away any of the sting. Instead, Sloane tugs out the notebook and hands it to you, their next words coming out a bit gruff. “Was plannin’ on slippin’ that under your door later, but since you decided to be an idiot and worry about our relationship, I’ll give it you now.” They rub the back of their neck, embarrassment flitting across their face. “Just a couple of poems I made for you. Not a big deal.”

Blake: You were expecting a number of reactions from Blake— from a teasing quip, to a flirtatious smirk, or a salacious wink— but the expression of complete shock on their face, as they look over the note, wasn’t on your bingo card in the slightest. Misty violet eyes finally look up after a few moments of silence, their expression wrought with adoration. “Y-You want me to be your valentine?” They look so confused, but the hope within their tone is something you’d be able to pick out from a mile away— so, when you nod in affirmative— a bright smile appears. “I’ve never been anyone’s valentine before. I’m glad that you’re my first.”

Reginald/Regina: “Aw,” they coo, a high-pitched noise escaping the back of their throat at the sight of the note. “I’ve never been asked like this, especially not from someone I’ve dated, not that I’ve dated that many people, but I can absolutely say this is the best way.” They look up at you, happiness dancing across their face freely and openly. “I will be your valentine for as long as you’ll have, honey pot. You don’t ever have to worry about me saying no.”

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: r presley #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks #mcmollymauk

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OKAY NO I CANT TAKE THAT HURT. follow up (if you're up to! don't feel pressured to continue) if the mc survived the near death experience, waking up after a few days after this supposed.. uh.. war? Attack? how would the ros react? + how would the family react?

Follow up to this ask!

Everything comes back into focus abruptly, a sharp intake of breath, as if your lungs, that hadn’t truly needed oxygen for decades, were suddenly pressed to feel something natural. A reminder that you were alive, however arbitrary that word may mean when it involves your situation, and alerting the individual that had been slumped next to your bedside to the development.

A familiar gaze, filled with nothing short of relief, settles across your form like a warm embrace after spending so long in the dark, surrounded by nothing but an icy chilliness.

Koda: “You’re awake.” Large hands gently cradle your face, his soft expression speaking more than he could ever say. Shifting closer, Koda nuzzles his nose against yours, a sharp breath of relief leaving him at the feeling of your responding action, while a beaming grin stretched across his lips. “I knew you were going to be okay. I knew that everything would work out okay.” He gently trails his fingers down your cheek. “I’m not going to wait any longer to do what I’ve been wanting to do. W-Would you like to meet my family?” Whiskey brown eyes widen slightly, hope sparkling like gems within them. “I’ve wanted them to meet the man I’ve fallen in love with for a long time. I-I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Scarlett: She doesn’t move, doesn’t even shift a minuscule amount, reminiscent of a statue as emerald green eyes seemingly take you in. Soaking up everything that they could see. Within the next moment, as if she’s finally settled on something within her mind, she’s on the bed next to you, nestled into your side as she wraps her arms around you. Warm breath ghosts across your skin, Scarlett nuzzling against your neck, and a soft purr escapes, rumbling deep from her chest. Slender fingers, that had found their way underneath the thin hospital shirt, flex, as if she was truly checking you were there, and tug you closer. “You came back to me,” she whispers, placing an almost reverent kiss to the underside of your jaw. “You kept your promise.”

Cyrus/Cyra: Crimson eyes, that had clearly not seen a wink of sleep in a long time, are immediately flooded with gold, a sob erupting from their mouth as they instantly move to cradle your face. “You’re here,” they whisper, drawing as close as they’d possibly dare in your current position. Dipping their head to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, a relieved sigh being all they offered for the next moment. “Thank you. For being here, for loving me, for being everything I never knew that I needed.”

Quinn: Sapphire blue, that had darkened to such a stormy cobalt it was almost unrecognizable, shifts instantly the moment they notice you looking back, that they were given the opportunity to look into the eyes that they’ve fallen so in love with. Words fail them, they wouldn’t know how to properly explain the relief they suddenly feel, the way that their wolf was now howling in joy, and that they no longer felt the crushing weight bearing down onto their chest. “I missed you.” They finally settle on, taking your hand gently into their own. “Never do that again, okay?”

Caden: Seeing the shift in your aura, in the way that your soul no longer felt like it was crying out for a way to escape, allows their tears to fall down their face in jubilation— no longer wrought with the agony of knowing that they might lose you at any moment. In the face of your gaze, of the light that shone from your very being, they feel the hollow emptiness, the chilling grasp, abate from their heart, the dull atmosphere that the world had become suddenly awash with color. “You’re here,” they say, shifting closer to your bedside. “I’m not going to let anything hurt you again, okay? I’m going to protect you like you’ve always protected me. I promise.”

Sloane: A relieved sound escapes their mouth at the sight of you, somewhere between a strangled sob and a sharp gasp, before they get impossibly closer, pressing their forehead against your chest, relishing in the warmth that now slipped through. “You’re such an asshole,” they grunt, fingers digging into the blanket wrapped around you. “Never do that to me again.” Hazel eyes raise to meet your own, flashing gold in a clear warning. “You can’t ever do that me again. Understood? I don’t know if I’d be able to survive it a second time.”

Blake: “Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken,” they gently tease, caressing your cheek. Their attempt at levity, at the natural way they interacted with you, being completely dismantled by the shadows that hung underneath their eyes, at the red rimmed quality of shimmering violet, and the slightly pallid hue to normally tanned skin. Something they seem to take note of, and their false sense of nonchalance falls away, the weight of what had happened bearing down onto their shoulders. “We really need to work on safety precautions, angel.” They lean down and press a chaste kiss to your lips, humming at the familiar feel of you against them. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you.”

Reginald/Regina: “You’re okay.” Quickly standing, they immediately almost fall back onto their chair as their feet catch on something, but it’s not an event that stops their trek towards you. Instead, they happily settle on the edge of your bed, taking your hand into their own. “I knew that you would be. It wouldn’t have made any sense for me to outlive you after all.” A gentle smile quirks their lips, but it soon falls away, their grip tightening around yours. “I’m so glad won’t be the case. I’m so glad that I still have you. There’s still so much I want to do and see, and I don’t want to do any of that without you.”

Helena: Your mother is by your side in an instant, her face uncharacteristically gentle as she cradles your face in her hands. “My little one,” she murmurs, bending down to press a kiss to your brow. “I’m so glad to see your eyes again. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you.” Helena pauses, her expression darkening. “Well, I do, but I’d rather not cause a war if I don’t need to.”

Saraya: “Little light.” The gentle exclamation of the your childhood nickname is followed by a warm presence settling next to you. Your mama’s gentle expression filled with nothing but her love for you, warm hands running through the strands of your hair with all the care in the world. “You gave us all quite the scare—” Her smile falters at the reminder of what had happened, but her touch never falls away. “I love you, my little light, please never forget that.”

Cienna: Your eldest sister raises elegantly from the undoubtedly uncomfortable hospital chair, a picture perfect definition of grace, but the way electric blue eyes seem to sparkle with renewed life tells you the struggle that she had been subjected to in recent days. “I forgot how dramatic you can be, Beastie,” she teases, settling on the edge of your bed, taking your hand in a light grasp. “Almost dying will definitely take the cake for years to come.” Her hold tightens ever-so-slightly, obsidian black flashing within her gaze. “We’ll find out who did this, and I’ll personally ensure that they die screaming. I promise you, Beastie.”

Persephone: A relieved cry erupts from her lips at the sight of you, various kisses being placed across your face in her happiness. You vaguely note that the usual hospital blanket had been replaced by a quilt that Persephone had no doubt made just for you, its warmth, as well as the softness of it, a soothing balm against your aching body. “I was so worried, little one.” Persephone wrings her hands together, amber eyes filled with worry, before she begins to fuss over your blanket and pillows; wanting to ensure you were as comfortable as possible. “I’m so glad you’re okay. None of us would be the same without you.”

Christian: Auburn hair falls across his forehead, the normally boyish curls completely haphazard in their tousled state; his usually well put together appearance being cast to the wayside. “You’re awake,” Christian murmurs, gently taking your hands into his own shaking grip. Forest green, that’s slowly being eclipsed by obsidian, filled with nothing but adoration as he looks at you. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, as if he didn’t know what he could possibly say, but he eventually repeats the only thing that seemed important to him. “You’re awake.”

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: r presley #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #sc: helena #sc: saraya #sc: cienna #sc: persephone #sc: christian #scenario asks

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If the MC was a mind reader for a day, what’d be the first thing they hear the ROs think when they see the MC? (crushing stage)

Koda: Just super excited— wouldn’t truly know what to do with himself. He’s coming over here! Oh, I hope he wants to spend time with me… Did I remember to wear my good shirt?… Is this my good shirt?

Scarlett: You probably wouldn’t hear anything of great importance— barring a passing thought of your chosen outfit, potentially anyway, as Scarlett isn’t lovey dovey when in the crushing stage… You would notice the darker thoughts lurking within the back of her mind recede, however— your presence being the proverbial ray of sunlight through darkened clouds.

Cyrus/Cyra: An influx of confused thoughts as they try to figure things out— everything you cause in them is something they’ve never felt before. Is this what Icarus felt like when he was graced with the sun’s presence? Will I end up flying too close as well? What will happen then? Will I fall or learn to soar?

Quinn: You’d probably hear a brief argument between them and their wolf: No, it’s not a good time for you to meet them yet…. Because I said so. I need to get to know them a bit more before I introduce my giant furry counterpart… Grumble away, see if I care.

Caden: Business as usual, but they’d be a bit more distracted than what’s typical. The report needs to be finished by midnight… Will that give me enough time to finish my usual walk with MC? They’d shake their head, clearly trying to right themself and get back on track. I’ll just figure something out.

Sloane: Would probably be having an inner rant about various things they’re seeing: Can’t believe that’s what they decided to wear… Who needs to wear that much pink?!? It’s like a marshmallow threw up on them— Cue them seeing you. MC would look cute in that travesty… (It’d be a fleeting thought but it’d cause them to frown and get a bit huffy.)

Blake: They’re crushing stage is a bit odd… as it’s typically wherein people grow closer (and it’s the same with them, in a sense, but it’s also when Blake tries to avoid you to gather their thoughts too). MC looks so good today… Why can’t I just walk over there and say hi? You’d see them begin to move towards you before stumbling, an annoyed expression on their face. Oh, that’s why. Because every time I try my heart decides to do the Macarena.

Reginald/Regina: Just a slew of questions and half-hearted hopes… Things that they’d like to know, that they hope are true, but aren’t brave enough (yet) to truly learn the answer. Would they want to go with me? Should I even ask? They look really nice today, and I think it’d be fun… Just ask them… It’s better to know for sure. Right?

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: r presley #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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If they're facing a doppelganger, how would the Ro figure out who is who?

A doppelgänger of the MC? Hmm…

Koda: It’d be tough for him. He’d probably ask you both questions about himself— things he’d only say when you’re both cuddled up at night. Things that no one else could possibly know… No one except for you, of course.

Scarlett: She’d know intrinsically which is which. Not even necessarily by your smell, or your looks, or your mannerisms… She’d simply know because you’re the only one that’s ever made her feel the way she does. She’d simply know because the doppelgänger would be imitating her own heart… Something that could never be done perfectly.

Cyrus/Cyra: It’d be like how someone can tell twins apart… They just know. Know that the doppelgänger, despite being an identical match, isn’t you simply because of that very fact. There wouldn’t be a need for any form of investigation in that regard. Of course, Cy being Cy, would be compelled to ask various questions to figure the doppelgänger out.

Quinn: They’d charge you after fully-shifting. Not because they wish to harm you, of course they don’t, but the natural fear, or surprise, at being charged by their wolf would cause a reaction— and you’d be the only that truly knows how their wolf would never harm you.

Caden: They have a connection to the astral plain, a connection that makes seeing certain things a bit easier, and they’d easily be able to tell that the doppelgänger was just that. They’d try their best to let you know that they weren’t falling for the ruse without notifying the doppelgänger (just in case they’re hostile).

Sloane: Would have you say something to them that only you would know— like the first thing you said to them on your first date together— or they’d have you make a remark to see who causes the most visceral reaction in them (and, in part, their wolf). Whether that reaction is fused with annoyance? Only time will tell…

Blake: Probably wouldn’t even notice there’s two of you for a moment and then you’d see the biggest spit-take. Blake would probably just go off vibes to figure out who is who— as they’ve been your best friend for quite some time and knows how to suss you out. If all else fails they can always ask you what they had done that morning during breakfast.

Reginald/Regina: Might just start asking about the doppelgänger and the multiverse and totally get sucked into that whole thing as they try to figure everything out… The doppelgängers reaction to that alone might be what gives them away. And, if the doppelgänger, wasn’t hostile, R would simply ask who is who.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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midnightsun-if · 5 months

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Just remembered another classic RO ask: What if the ROs saw someone trying to flirt with the MC but the MC was utterly oblivious to it, and once MC happily approached them and the ROs asked them about it, a baffled MC responded sincerely 'Why would I notice anyone flirting with me if it's not you?'

Koda: A bright smile catches his lips at the admission, warmth sparkling deeply within his gaze. “Really?” He places his hands to his chest, a happy little buzz running through his body like a live wire. “Can you tell me when we’re flirting next time? I don’t want to miss it.”

Scarlett: A singular brow arches, emerald eyes glinting with thoughts that she’d probably never share. “I wasn’t aware our conversations could be constituted as such.” She turns away then, though you think you notice the beginning of a smile starting to curl her lips, and snaps her fingers. “Let’s get going. I believe we have everything we need, correct?”

Cyrus/Cyra: “We’ve been flirting?” They tilt their head, genuinely perplexed, as they assess you. “When did that start and how did I not notice it?” Confusion quickly gives way to deep contemplation as they mull over their own question— clearly getting lost in whatever thoughts were plaguing their mind. Their next words being muttered in a low murmur, confusion riddled within each syllable. “Was I flirting?”

Quinn: “Is that right?” A gentle smile quirks their lips, even as they’re pointedly ignoring their swell of pride within their chest due to their wolf, and gesture for you to come closer to them, not wanting to continue moving on without you next to them. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind for next time. Wouldn’t want to be the only not noticing something.”

Caden: “W-What!?!” Silver eyes widen completely, cheeks flushed a brilliant red as they flounder for any form of a proper response. “W-Why would I flirt with you? That’s highly inappropriate! I-I’d never do such a thing.” They turn away then, hoping that you wouldn’t be able to notice the clear lie that just left their lips. “We must be going. I promised I’d send a report off to your mother.”

Sloane: They huff out a laugh, arms crossed over their chest. “Work on that line in the mirror?” Turning to look at the path ahead of them, a disgruntled frown falls across their brow. Clearly not happy with whatever they’re seeing— or possibly because of what you said? It’s entirely possible that you’d find yourself alone in the next moment; it wouldn’t be the first time. However, Sloane turns back to look at you with an expectant expression. “Ready to go?”

Blake: “Is that so, angel?” A salacious grin tugs their lips upward, violet eyes glinting with familiar fire. Without hesitation they pull you into their embrace, wrapping you in a firm, yet gentle, hold. “I’ll make sure to remember that.” It’s softly whispered into your ear and, if you had been able to see their expression, you’d take note of the softness it now held— something they’d never be able to stop from feeling towards you, even if they weren’t ready for you to see it yet.

Reginald/Regina: “You’ve been noticing what now?” They turn to stare at you, eyes wide in shock. “Have I been putting the moves on you without even realizing it?” An expression of mortified horror etches across their face. “And you’re still talking to me? I’m either smoother than I thought or you’re a lot nicer than I realized.” Turning around, they begin to move down the hall, though you’re able to catch their muttered statement. “For my egos sake I’m going to say it’s the former.”

#midnight sun #asks #crushing stage (as some of the ROs probably would have stepped in during the relationship stage)#ro: blake herrera #ro: c aurelia #ro: r presley #ro: sloane addams #ro: quinn grant #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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midnightsun-if · 5 months

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Hello! What would the ROs reaction be to MC falling asleep on their shoulder?

Koda: At the feeling of the weight settling on his arm, his first instinct is to jerk— something that causes an apologetic wince to flash across his face once he realizes it had been your sleeping head. “Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, offering you a small grin. “Didn’t know you were so tired. Want me to carry you to bed?”

Scarlett: You’re startled awake by the weightless feeling one only gets when falling— eyes snapping open, your brace for an immediate impact, only to find a soft leather cushion greeting you. With a furrowed brow, you straighten back into a seated position, finally taking note of the other person in the room. “The next time you’re tired do just head to bed.” Scarlett crosses her ankles, gaze back on the book she had been reading only a moment ago beside you. “I did not sign up to be a stand-in for it.”

Cyrus/Cyra: They startle away from you instantly, feeling guilty at the glazed-over look you give them in response— riddled with confusion, as you blink blearily to clear it. “Sorry,” they murmur, fidgeting before rocketing to their feet. “I just realized that I haven’t preened Apollo’s feathers yet and he gets quite ornery about it.” They tilt their head towards the door, hoping the steadily growing heat across their cheeks wasn’t a blush. Why the hell were they reacting like this? “I’ll be going now. Do get to bed soon, okay? It’ll be much more comfortable than the couch.”

Quinn: Sapphire eyes twinkle merrily at the feeling of your head hitting their shoulder, fond exasperation warm in their chest. “Didn’t I tell you it was late for how early you got up?” They don’t expect an answer, but the small snuffle you let loose brings an even brighter smile to their lips. “Now how am I supposed to wake you up? Isn’t there a saying about moving adorable creatures that fall asleep on you?”

Caden: A small squeak escapes them at the feeling, widened silver eyes looking down at your sleeping form. What on earth were they supposed to do? The professional course of action would be to wake you up, send you off to bed, and tidy up the common area afterward. But they had been sent here to assist in your comfort… Could they say they were doing so if they were to rip it away from you now? Letting you rest, at least for the moment, seemed like the best course of action. They’ll just have to figure out how to settle themself with you so near.

Sloane: You’re shoved off before your head even had a chance to make first contact— although it’s a lot lighter than you’ve seen them shove other people. Small progress, but progress nonetheless. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Brow furrowed, hazel eyes glinting sharply, Sloane didn’t look pissed, per se, but they definitely weren’t amused either. “I don’t remember agreeing to be your body pillow.” They scoff, turning their attention back to the TV. “You have an entire couch to rest on. Use it.”

Blake: They touch your face lightly, a path they’ve taken many times before. As this moment wasn’t one that’s all that new— not when it comes to you at least. Violet eyes, devoid of the typical outlandish mirth, soften completely. “What am I going to do with you, angel?” Blake shakes their head fondly. “Didn’t you know that it’s bad to fall asleep on a demon? We might steal your soul while you rest.” If you had been awake you’d have seen their eyebrows wiggle absurdly. “Of course,” they continue, musing over their thoughts. “They never say how the sleeping angel can steal the demons heart.”

Reginald/Regina: Their head tilts to the side, expression laden with a soft smile the moment they notice your slumbering form. “Didn’t know vampires could sleep,” they mutter, more to themself than anything. Filing the knowledge away to ask you later, they gently tuck the blanket over their lap around you too— sharing the soft warmth. “Didn’t know you were such a cuddle bug.” They rest their head on tops of yours. “Good to know for the future.”

#midnight sun #asks #all in varying stages of the crushing stage #ro: blake herrera #ro: r presley #ro: c aurelia #ro: sloane addams #ro: quinn grant #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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