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I've answered this before but since I love them so much, I'm gonna answer them again! Below the cut because I have many more 😁

I've added the links to the demos in alphabetical order (I hope) for your and my convenience :D

TW: torture, mutilation.

This is a canon trait of MC, by the way, because this is exactly where their train of thoughts will bring them.

Arthur:

"Oh you absolutely can, my dear," they immediately answer, their voice soft as always but also quite direct. They gesture for you to sit down at their side.

"What makes you think you have to be useful?" they ask sincerely, resting their cheek on the palm of their hand, propped up by their elbow on the table. Even though Arthur's posture is relaxed, there is a sad kind of curiosity in his eyes.

Did he make you think in any way that you'd have to give something back to anyone? Maybe it's his spouse's upbringing, they were never allowed to rest, to just exist without any kind of expectation. Arthur asks himself if he did enough to subvert this.

Later, after you told him why you do need something to do, Arthur will assure you gently that you can do absolutely nothing and no one will think of you any less.

Evaine:

Their thoughts are all over the place, for a moment they just look at you, their gaze frozen. Did you just - did you just...

"Ah, MC..." they answer, their smile strained "that's not how it works."

Their throat feels tight, their thoughts frantic and heavy with guilt and panic. Did they cause you to feel that way? That you have to work until your muscles give out - to be useful at all times? That is so unhealthy, and that is why Evaine takes the time to distract Gwyar when things get too much, to nudge Yniol to bed and to coax their King to rest. Evaine will be damned if they won't do the same for you.

Bottling everything up for now, they extend a hand towards you. Their smile is blinding, all teeth and sparkling eyes even if there's something darker underneath "I'll make you see how useless we can be, you'll note that Arthur will keep us both even if we stay in bed all day. Let's do nothing together, shall we?"

Yniol:

"No," Yniol simply states, their face dangerously blank "that's not true."

They think about the times when they've had to see your legs tremble and give out, your arms slow and your movements measured to avoid the strain on sore muscles. That is not right.

"You can do nothing. You have to sometimes."

And they think about the horrible, endless days they spent unable to move, to even think after their body and mind just gave up on them. They understand the miserable realization of being unable to work and the dread of being discarded as a knight that followed.

"No one will expect you to be useful all the time, here," Yniol assures you.

Morien:

Morien looks at you dead in the eyes for a long moment.

"That is the saddest fucking thing I have ever heard."

"And," they say, coming to stand in front of you with slow steps aided by their cane "very untrue."

They give you a pointed look, assessing your state as they talk "what do you think I'm doing when I've had enough of bandages and blood and I decide the tavern is a better alternative? Granted, drinking my problems away is not always my proudest solution, but you just need it sometimes. I know you do and you're very much allowed to take breaks. Hell, even if you suddenly became useless no one would bat an eye."

It's their way of saying that your value isn't measured by how much you do, that you don't have to hold in pained moans as you move to get to bed, that doing nothing here is allowed. Then comes their confession.

"If Arthur had decided to keep in the castle only useful people I would not be here now so don't overthink it."

Gwyar:

Gwyar's face falls.

"That's... is that why you've been doing all this work?"

What they don't say is that they do the exact same, they work until there is nothing else to think about, until their muscles are cramped and they fall asleep the moment they lay down. They do it to keep away the guilt of past mistakes but they can easily track your thoughts - if you're useful you won't give anyone a reason to reject you and you won't be alone again - and it breaks their heart.

"You don't have to be productive all the time" they whisper, maybe also to remind themselves the same thing "people will care about you all the same."

There is a weak smile on their lips when they talk again "do you remember what you told me when... when I didn't even manage to fold that one sheet and I was being useless for days?"

"It's ok, love," you recite.

and Saraah's first impression of the RO's (+Mordred)

Impressions of MC's parents (only Evaine and Arthur saw them at the meeting before the marriage. The others all meet MC's parents after MC's marriage)

Arthur: "I'm going to make sure this treaty works, the only other way is war."

Evaine: "Ah, I can see why they were Imperial Generals."

Yniol: "I hope they don't treat MC unkindly..."

Morien: "I'm going to annoy them so much."

Gwyar: "They behave so coldly around MC..."

Mordred: "No wonder MC is like that."

Saraah's very first impressions of the cast (he met Arthur, Evaine and Yniol just after marrying Cledwyn. MC then made him meet Morien and Gwyar)

(Arthur): "I bet he's bisexual."

(Evaine): "Damn, they're so elegant."

(Yniol): "I have never seen a taller person In my life. Doesn't their neck hurt by having to look down all the time?"

(Morien): "Ah, a feisty one. I'm gonna like them."

(Gwyar): "wow, they're really impressive!"

OneRepublic

When, when we came home

Worn to the bones

I told myself, this could get rough

It's night and Morien is there with you as you wash the blood off your hands and face. Sometimes watching them do the same with their patients' blood makes you sick because for how many lives they save, you take double the number.

You scrub and scrub and scrub until your skin is raw and Morien forcefully blocks you.

"You can stop, now," they declare. You turn to look at them and they have your same resigned pain reflected in their eyes.

There's also resolution there, though. And the shadow of what looks like forgiveness.

And when, when I was off, which happened a lot

You came to me and said, that's enough

Oh, I know that this love is pain

But we can't cut it from out these veins, no

"This is what I am!" You scream in their face. You gesture to your destroyed room, to the still red cloths hidden in the bathroom, to yourself. "This is all that you're ever going to get!"

"It's more than enough," Morien replies, tightening the grip on their cane. "If that is all you can offer me, I will take it. It's enough."

When, when you came home

Worn to the bones

I told myself, this could get rough

Oh, I know you're feeling insane

Tell me something that I can explain, oh

You try stretching your arm in their direction, but you stop before your fingers can brush their shoulder.

"Why does it have to be like this?" They ask you, or maybe themselves, with a voice that breaks at the end.

You let your hand make contact with their tunic. After a long second, one of their hand comes up to grip your wrist. They leave it like that, a single thread connecting the two of you.

"I am tired, MC" they exhale at last.

"I know," you'd want to say. "I am here."

You keep holding their shoulder.

I'll hit the lights and you lock the doors

Tell me all of the things that you couldn't before

Don't walk away, don't roll your eyes

They say love is pain, well darling, let's hurt tonight

"I knew what I was doing," they tell you one day, almost out of the blue. "But I kept doing it. And there's not a single day I don't hate myself for that."

"I butchered people," you answer looking at the bright, clear sky. "I killed so many."

"We can feel guilty together."

"No," you decide. "We can forgive ourselves together."

They look at you with something that resembles kinship. Slowly, their body relaxes. They bring a hand to brush the back of your own forearm.

"... maybe."

So you hit the lights and I'll lock the doors

Let's say all of the things that we couldn't before

I won't walk away, won't roll my eyes

They say love is pain, well darling, let's hurt tonight

"Hold onto me, beautiful" you tell Morien, using the same pet name they've been calling you for years, before you take off. Your horse is not at full speed with a two people charge, but it's near enough.

Imagine the hurt/comfort 🥺

The possibilities 🥰

Both able to comfort eachother but also in need of comfort... also Morien hovering threatening over Arthur when they feel like it and Arthur telling them stories and tales to keep them distracted when Morien isn't feeling so good. But also Arthur spoiling Morien by bringing them everything from food to objects so that Morien doesn't have to walk and Morien making sure Arthur is not spiraling down on dark thoughts.

Ohh, modern!AU🌌

Arthur: rehabilitation nurse (artist on the side)

Evaine: fashion designer/tailor

Yniol: sheep farmer (who does volunteering with kids in the spare time)

Morien: either physician or wood carver/ toy maker

Yniol would tense up but endure, probably adjusting after a bit. Morien would slowly get in and try to get used to the cold water one step at a time, they wouldn't exactly swear but complain a bit.

Gwyar was used to take colder baths at home (because of the warm weather), but they'd still find this very unpleasant and endure it only for a short while.

What would the RO's reactions be if MC siddenly just plopped down next to them bloodied and battered like they’d just gotten into quite a huge fight but they didn’t even mention it and kept going about their day super chill?

Evil!Arthur: he gives you a side glance. It could seem glacial to anyone else, but you can see perfectly clear the cold care in it.

"I take it that whoever they were, they're dealt with?"

You nod and Arthur hums, his gaze now fully focused on you. "Find me tonight. I'll take care of you."

Evil!Evaine: "Aww, without me?" they whine, stretching by your side until their head rests on your soaked lap. Their perfectly styled auburn hair soon get slick with blood.

They let their body become lax, like a cat in their favourite spot.

"You know what I want by now. Give me the details."

Evil!Yniol: their hazel eyes are instantly fixed on you, methodically inspecting you as if you were a possibly wounded animal. When they don't find any serious injury, they raise up to their full height.

"I will escort you to your next duty, my Liege."

Their tone is emotionless, but you know they intend to keep watch over you for the next hours at least.

Evil!Morien: they are always so tired. They don't even look at you, limiting themselves to throw a rug your way.

"You're soaking my chair."

While you clean, you take the opportunity to tidy up the table and adjacent chair. When you're done, you approach Morien from behind and you slowly hug their back.

"I know you're sorry," they murmur, "I'm not mad. But next time you could take a shower before coming."

Evil!Gwyar: they come closer to brush your shirt in place, uncaring of the blood that's soaked in and that now stains their fingers too.

MC: how would you feel if I dated Blade

Riel: I think he’d be a good match for you

MC: what about Halek?

Riel: it might be tricky with his fiance but I’m sure you could make it work

MC: what about Shery?

Riel: I find Miss Acquell a very kind and pleasant presence

MC: okay what about Chase?

Riel:

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN RECRUIT FORM - LIV NOVAK

(extra info in the tags if you’re willing to sift through my bs lol)

(picrew link!)

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“True heroism is choosing to do good to the world even after it has done you wrong time and time again, and abandoned you in the dregs.”

“My dear, you have become so used to shouldering the burden all by your lonesome. You have crafted yourself up to be the hero that everyone relies upon. But heroes do not have happy endings, not in real life. Who will save you from yourself?”

Liv does not answer.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to give a satisfactory one, anyways.

Liv is the silent Hero of Haven, quickly ascending in reputation due to her combat prowess and coolheaded leadership. Though she may seem aloof and unflappable in the eyes of the public, she can never quite turn a blind eye to someone in need. She doesn’t seem too keen on talking about her past—though considering her selective mutism, it may just be more out of practicality than anything. Regardless, her loyalty and skills have earned her the trust of many.

Liv’s personality is blunt and honest, but not unkind. While her selective mutism means she errs on the quiet side, underneath her poker face is someone playful and teasing, often acting as a grounding presence among her friends. She’s diligent and mature in her work, tackling problems with a ruthless efficiency that might even be admirable if it weren’t for the fact that she neglects her own health in the process. While she’s not the vindictive type, she is fiercely protective, and would not even blink twice at the prospect of killing someone attempting to harm those she cares about—namely Oliver and Priscilla, who she regards as family.

oof damn anon, this one is sort of brutal!

I’m just going to use a hypothetical and imaginary other person or ex to use in this scenario because it’s hard to imagine the ROs falling out of love with MC (even if some of them have never dated anyone before). I hope that’s cool!

Blade: would grow silent and distant and preoccupied–not mean necessarily, but he’d start making excuses to avoid spending time with Unfortunate as much as possible. He’d grapple with what to do silently for so long that eventually they’d have to call him out first. Then, to spare her pain, he would just… vanish from her life, lol. 

Trouble: would be wracked with guilt and would try to force it and overcompensate. Like you know the urban legend about how the couples who post the most selfies on social media and look the happiest are actually the unhappiest? It’d be like that. He wouldn’t call it off himself, but he’d be secretly very relieved when the other person did. 

Tallys: she would take a LONG time to figure her own feelings–like months or years–pretending everything was fine on the surface, but eventually coming to the conclusion that she didn’t love Unfortunate anymore. She’d end things with them herself, and respect whatever decision they made: she’d like to stay friends, but if they don’t want anything to do with her, she’d respect that.

Shery: would be in full-on denial, like the dog sitting in fire and going “this is fine!” She’d keep pretending she was happy and she still loved Unfortunate and honestly if it was just not feeling the “spark” anymore (versus Unfortunate doing something really awful to destroy her love), she could just keep it up forever until one of them died!

Riel: pretty much as soon as he figured out that he didn’t love that person anymore, he would end it. As civilly and gently as possible, but there would be no hesitation. Riel knows that he doesn’t love anyone easily, and once he does love them, it’s real–so he’s not going to feel “out of love” with them unless that feeling is real, too. So it’d be best for everyone–and fairest to Unfortunate–to end it as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Chase: Chase would panic and wonder if it was something wrong with him that made him feel not in love with Unfortunate anymore. Like is he faulty? Is he personally not capable of long-lasting love? This would cause him to become totally depressed and not like himself, so there’d be no pretending that everything was fine… It’d be 50/50 chances of Unfortunate breaking up with him first or Chase doing it himself, haha.

Red: Red has some experience with falling out of love and calling things off, so he’d be pretty normal (but, you know, empathetic) about bringing the relationship to an end. He’d feel bad about it afterwards but would throw himself into his work and eventually be able to move on. He’d like to stay friends but none of his exes ever want to afterwards lol!

Ayla: Ayla would also panic upon realizing that the feeling of ‘love’ she once had has vanished–this panic would cause her to be irritable and distant and overall tetchy. She’d know it wasn’t fair to Unfortunate to act that way but wouldn’t be able to help it, increasing that feeling of frustration until it all blew up into a big fight that she’d use as an excuse for breaking up, rather than admitting that the demise had started way before then.

Hi there, great (and difficult) question! I’m using the Personas from Persona 5 since they’re the most recent, but here goes! For hard-mode I tried to stick to the arcana I assigned the characters here and on their character page, and for easy-mode I picked from all available Personas purely by aesthetic!

(For those of you who don’t know, “Personas” are manifestations of a user’s personality or psyche in the form of various cultural icons, legends and myths, or Jungian archetypes.) 

From their assigned arcana only: 

Blade: (Chariot) Shiki-Ouji 

Trouble: (Strength) Siegfried

Tallys: (High Priestess) Isis

Shery: (Empress) Titania 

Riel: (Judgement) Archangel Michael (or Yamata no Orochi)

Chase: (Moon) Lilith

Red: (Magician) Choronzon

Ayla: (World) Demeter

Halek: (Hanged Man) Inugami

Briony: (Star) Cu Chalainn

Lavinet: (Sun) Horus (or Mithras) 

Mimir: (Hermit) Bicorn

Croelle: (Devil) Nebiros

Prihine: (Tower) Jatayu

From any persona available (“true” personas)

Blade: Palladion (or Goemon or Kamu Susano-o)

Trouble: Byakko

Tallys: Queen Mab

Shery: Silky

Riel: Dominion

Chase: Nekomata (or Arsene) 

Red: Oberon

Ayla: Valkyrie

Halek: Dionysus (or Polydeuces)

Briony: Ishtar (or Artemisia)

Lavinet: Milady (or Leanan Sidhe)

Mimir: Chernobog 

Croelle: Red Rider

Prihine:  Pixie