Mona can we know what Dena thinks about the ros? Does they feel jealous of them getting with mc?
I won't say Dena is ever jealous if the MC gets together with another RO, but they will feel disappointed that they were too late to snatch up the MC when they had the chance š
How Dena feels generally about the ROs:
Irus: Dena approves and can see why the MC would be with Irus. This is who Dena would choose if given a chance except in Dena's case, it's more for solidifying power reasons than love.
Elora: Dena is a bit hesitant about Elora. She's too clever for her own good and that makes them cautious around her. Dena would wonder if the relationship between the MC and Elora is real or just a way for Elora to pass the time.
Oren: He's kind, sweet and caring. Dena knows the MC will be fine with Oren so they 100% approve.
Anu: Dena doesn't like Anu. End of story. Why the MC likes Anu will forever remain a mystery to Dena.
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rules: make a moodboard to represent the vibe of your ship, but the pictures have to be text-based/memes/other things you wouldn't normally include if you were making a moodboard for them
I'm giving you TWO pairings, for I was tagged twice - by @turpalauri and @otherworldseekers! <3
I mean. Yeah. I have a lot of these >_>
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how would the ROs react if someone asked if they and the MC were together and the MC responded with āno iām not their typeā?
Hi, anon!
Anton has a very brief moment where he's second-guessing everything. Wait, $they aren't? Hold on, are $they saying that because I'm not $THEIR type? Stop, stop. Clearly I fucked up somewhere. Proceeds to make the moves on MC later.
Switch:
Zero sets MC straight right then and there. "You so are my type. Don't speak for me. :P"
I think this asks assumes that the characters aren't together yet, in which case Path is still firmly in denial and just agrees lol
Kiran is kind of uncomfortable because they don't know what to think about this conversation happening in front of them, so they just disengage.
Yulia is just like, "Oh, darling, don't give yourself so little credit."
Hex, like Zero, sets MC straight, but he arrives at the point through sarcastic banter.
A2 doesn't say anything but is very apparently irritated by the topic. She doesn't like to be gossiped about, especially when it comes to her personal relationships, so she's devising all the ways she can convince (intimidate) this other person to stay in their lane in the future.
15. What's the best memory your OC has of their partner?
With Cyril's flair for the grandiose, one would imagine it's some grand declaration of love or presenting Carolina with a dubiously-acquired ring formerly the property of a starlet some 120 years ago or the extravagant wedding in a cathedral in Europe. It's not. It's not even the backyard wedding they held at the little villa now theirs, the breaking of glass and the wearing of a real face and name.
Cyril's fondest memory of Carolina is a simple one, of showing her the garage with his myriad of project cars he'll never really finish tinkering on. It's sitting down at a small table with the instruction manual for the car and discussing whatever little repair he wants to make today, realizing beneath all the blustery facade of wealth and the game of power and privilege, Carolina is like him. Just a person with simple interests, a want to get her hands dirty, to make something she can touch and hold and keep. She won't admit it, but she would have been happier as a mechanic. He's never seen her more excited or happier than when she has an evening to work wordlessly on an engine beside him, leaving oily fingerprints on his manuals and streaks of grease in her hair.
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With triads and stuff off that last ask, is it a guarantee ROs not romanced will end up with each other or is it something Rosetails consistently have to encourage? Having ROs end up together off/onscreen is a trope that makes me uncomfortable, and I only ask if there's a chance to have that content not be seen if it's the former (definitely not demanding it not be implemented)!
Will not be guaranteed! ThatŹ¼s the short answer.
Long answer is I might add two different types of choices to urge the characters to go that way: Rosetail choice, wherein Rosetail in character encourages it, or reader choice, wherein itŹ¼s framed as Rosetail noticing things developing. The latter will be useful for antagonistic Rosetails (because letŹ¼s be real, no oneŹ¼s taking dating advice from someone they dislike) while the latter may give a boost to RosetailŹ¼s relationships with the ROs in question if successful. IŹ¼ll still have to figure out when to choose which, but thatŹ¼s a long time from now.
However, since IŹ¼ll need to add hints before those choices to let the reader know itŹ¼s possible and to give their stories actual development, those specific āwait...ā moments might be unavoidable. ItŹ¼ll be easy to add a ātoggleā at the start though, so it can be completely off for people who prefer none of that like you. IŹ¼ll add it to my list, and donŹ¼t worry itŹ¼ll be very easy!
tucking a strand of hair behind your partner's ear :3
Thank you for the ask, @umbralaether ! This one got away from me a little bit..
Tucking a strand of hair behind your partner's ear
A warm breeze blows through the darkened streets of Kugane, setting the lanterns that line the streets dancing on their strings. It is a pleasant evening, the darkening skies free of cloud or mist, the air alight with the sounds of merriment. But Yugiri canāt help but feel tense, despite the happy atmosphere.
For what feels like the tenth time that hour, she checks her outfit. It is new, crafted specifically for the occasion. The tailors had grumbled at the lack of time to put it together but some encouraging words from Lord Hien (not to mention some stern glances from Lady Muireann) had soon gotten them working swiftly. The results are lovely, a silk kimono adorned with a print of pink chrysanthemums secured by a wide yellow and white obi. There is no denying the craftsmanship or dedication that must have gone into their making, and yet Yugiri cannot relax. How long has it been, since the last time she wore something that didnāt have a trace of armour within it? Even at official functions, she wears chainmail under her robes. She attends as Lord Hienās bodyguard after all. But tonight, Lord Hien has insisted- no chainmail, and absolutely no daggers. She is under strict instruction that tonight she is not a shinobi prepared for battle; she is simply a young woman meeting a young man for a pleasant evening.
Her shoulders tense at the thought. A far more dangerous assignment.
Match isnāt running late, but still she checks the watch in her pocket. Ten minutes to go until the appointed hour. Time slows to an agonizing pace as around her, revelers preparing for their own nights on the town gather about the aetheryte. Strangers pop into existence then hurry to embrace those happily awaiting their arrival.
Suddenly, a familiar figure begins to materialize, floating in the fashion of one who has teleported a great distance. Yugiri recognizes him immediately; the unmistakable blonde hair, streaked with white patches that glow as they reflect the aetheryteās light; long ears and tail that twitch and curl with a life of their own; and that scarred, smiling face with those beautiful crystal-blue eyes. Match Munroe, in person.
She feels the blush that has chased her all week return to her cheeks as he blinks and shakes the last of the teleportationās dizziness from his shoulders. His eyes settle on her. What does he see? Does it please him, the way she has dressed and changed for the evening?
Heās changed too; no pauldrons on his shoulders or longsword on his hips. Instead, a white shirt, ornately stitched and very closely fitting at his chest and waist. Across his shoulders hangs a dark velvet half-cape, with matching dark britches on his legs. He looks good, a small, unfamiliar voice in Yugiriās head whispers, her blush deepening as his eyes meet hers. His smile widens. āYugiri!ā His voice is as bright and bold as ever.
She smiles nervously back at him, bowing in welcome. āIt is an honour to see you again, Warrior of Light- Match,ā she corrects, catching herself mid-sentence. āWelcome back to Kugane.ā
āItās good to be back,ā Match grins. He seems a little shaken, his hands fidgeting with his hair and smoothing his clothes. The effects of travelling such a distance? Or is she missing something? Are they supposed to embrace, Yugiri wonders? Would that be too forward? Too presumptuous? She feels her flush deepen further as she looks away, suddenly at a loss for words.
Match grimaces internally. Barely here five minutes and already screwing this up. āItās good to be back.ā What the hell kind of opening line was that? Though thinking of anything smooth or clever or funny to say is proving difficult. How is he supposed to be smooth, when hereās Yugiri even more beautiful than he remembers? Her silken robes cling to her, flowing like water as she moves, shimmering like stars. Her hair and horns, adorned with jewels, make him reach for words beyond his own vocabulary. She is stunning. And here he is, a scarred little boy in an itchy shirt heād had to have made for the occasion because he hadnāt the wherewithal to have pick up some nice clothes during the past few years.
He runs a hand awkwardly through his hair again, ignoring the cold sweat on his back. āSo, um. Itās good to see you again.ā
āAnd you,ā Yugiri smiles shyly. āYour journey was not too taxing I hope?ā
āNah, after youāve hopped between worlds a couple of times, teleportation seems pretty easygoing.ā
āO-of courseā¦ My mistake.ā
She is still blushing. Was that the wrong thing to say? In his head, Match curses himself. He probably just sounded like he was showing off. Gods but heās even more out of his depth here than he had feared.
Yugiri fights to bring her blushing cheeks back under control. This is ridiculous. She is a shinobi, a master of body and mind. Why is she being so undone by the mere presence of thisā¦ This boy?
Maybe itāsĀ the easy smile, or the way his eyes seem even brighter than sheād remembered. The way he looks like a storybook hero had just stepped out of a childrenās tale. Suddenly the silks feel very hot and heavy, like sheās draped herself in curtains.
Match looks about them, casting his gaze around the square. āItās been a while since I had a meal here. Is that small sushi place above the market still open?ā In his Eorzean accent, the Doman words take on a stretched-out feel, sooh-sheee.
Yugiri looks about herself, grateful for the distraction. āI must admit Iām a little unfamiliar with Kugane nightlife. Itās been a while since Iāve been away from the Enclave myself.ā
āThatās good,ā Match says, grinning at her. āThis way itās more of an adventure!ā
āIā¦ Yes,ā Yugiri smiles, unable to resist the simple charm of the notion. āI suppose it is.ā
Match quickly turns towards the market street to hide the pained expression crossing his face. More of an adventure? What kind of nonsense was that? Still, being able to focus on finding the damn restaurant again from his own foggy half-memories of his previous trips will at least stop him from saying more stupid things. They start across the bridge to the markets, just another couple in the crowd.
For a moment Match considers taking her hand, the thought making his heart beat so fast surely she can hear it through his shirt.
But no, better not. Wouldnāt want to seem pushy.
Wait, heās supposed to keep the conversation going, right? Silence is bad, heās sure of that! In a panic Match desperately reaches for something to say. āSo how have you been? Howās the Enclave doing?ā It is better than nothing.
āI am well, thank you,ā Yugiri smiles again, apparently not noticing, or at least not perturbed, by her companionās agitation. āIt has been a busy time. It seems we are constantly preparing to host one dignitary or another, ready to sign up to the Othard Alliance.ā
āAha, strength in numbers! Clever.ā
āOf course. We have seen the effectiveness of your homelandās united front after all.ā
They exchange a few nothings more back and forth as they strolled on. At first, the conversation is flowing more like a brackish Twelveswood river than a clear stream; but it is enough to cast a spell of calm so that, for the most part, a casual glance would suggest they were at perfect ease. They walk and talk, the discomfort fading at least a little. Match even manages a joke or two as they speak of the fine weather of late, Yugiriās sweet laugh ringing out like a peal of bells. Only the stiffness of Matchās shoulderās or the way Yugiriās arms shake just a little as she checks her kimono betray the building tension of possibility between them. Their arms sit at each otherās sides, hands open, fingers almost touching, though neither daring to cross that impossible chasm of inches.
Even with the setting sun, the markets still throng with folks going about their business. While some stalls have closed for the day, some are only just opening, hoping to take advantage of the evening revelers by offering sweet treats and rice wine by the cup. Nearby, a young man buys a flower from a smiling stallhand, before placing it in the hair of his companion. Match glances at Yugiri, his mind wandering. How would she feel if he bought a flower for her, or placed it in her long, beautiful hair? She catches his eye, smiling shyly. A blush warms his cheeks.
To Hell with it. He hurried to the flower-seller. āWhatās wrong,ā Yugiri calls from behind him.
āOne please,ā Match asks, in shaky Doman. The seller blinks, then smiles kindly recognizing the young Māiquoteās intentions as Yugiri approaches,.
āIf I may,ā the seller replies, carefully selecting a wide-petaled flower with a deep purple tone fading to streaks of yellow at the very tips, āthis, I think, will suit the young lady perfectly.ā
āThank you,ā Match says, fumbling some gil into the sellers hands and gingerly taking the flower for himself. He turns to Yugiri, his face flushing furiously now.
Yugiri watches, concerned, as Match turnstowards her. Is something wrong? Heād taken off so suddenly after that momentās quiet. Does he sense danger?
All of a sudden, Match is very close to her, his hand reaching up to the side of her face. She feels her blush return as his fingers brush her cheek and horn, his gaze tracing a triangle across her eyes, her lipsā¦
She feels him gently tuck her hair behind her ear, leaving something nestled with it. āThere.ā Yugir reaches up, feeling silken petals laying against her brow.
āIf I may, my lady,ā the stallhand calls. She turns to see the smiling Higanshen holding a small mirror aloft. She glances at her reflection. A wide purple crocus now sits in her hair. Match has bought her a flower. She cannot help but smile again at the gesture. āIā¦ Thank you, Match.ā
Match smiles back nervously. Heās still stood very close to her, looking down at her, those perfect crystal-blue eyes aflame in the lantern-light. āYou like it? I didnāt want to be too forward-ā
She raises a hand to quiet him. āItās lovely. Iām very grateful.ā She bows just a little.
Suddenly she feels his hand under her chin, gently lifting her eyes to meet his once again. āHey,ā he murmurs, voice gentle but serious, a tone she has not heard from Match since the night theyād spent together in Yanxia. āYou donāt ever need to bow to me, Yu. Never.ā
Yugiriās eyes widen. The blush that had until now simply crept its way across her now stampedes in its return. āI- O-of course. I willā¦ I will remember that. Match.ā
He smiles down at her, a smile as soft and warm as a bedside candle on a midwinterās night. For a moment they stand there still very close, his hand lingering on her cheek. Yugiri feels her heart pounding. It had been brave of him, reckless and impulsive true, but brave nonetheless, to run and grab the opportunity to surprise her like this. Well, she can be bold too.
With a hand that shakes just a little, she reaches up and grasps Matchās hands, her fingers knotting tightly through his. āShall we keep going?ā
Match blinks, caught off-guard by the hand now in his. Her skin is soft, her grip firm, as if daring him to question it. Once again, his words have been robbed from him. He blinks again stupidly. āI, um. What?ā
Yugiri smiles inwardly. It isā¦ Funā¦ To know she can seemingly leave him as at as much of a loss as he does her. āYou were taking me to dinner, yes?ā
āOh. Oh! Yes! Of course! Um. Itās this way, I think!ā
The stallhand watches as the young couple turn and walk away, their hands still clasped. As they walk, the Au ra maiden pulls the boy closer, pressing herself to his side. A few words trail back, caught in the evening breeze. āYu? Really?ā
āI donāt know, it just came out!ā
Soft laughter rings out once more. The stallhand shakes his head, grinning. Oh to be young again. He whispers a quiet prayer of thanks to the Kami, for warm nights, blossoming flowers and the fierce, gentle courage of first loves.
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Thanks again for the ask! I love writing this pairing, I think WoL/Yugiri is a bit of a slept-on ship ^^
Aloth shows his love in his thoughtfulness ā in the close attention he's paying and the details he's absorbing and remembering. Always the first to notice when she's struggling with something and doing what he can to make things easier, especially when it's something he can quietly organise or deal with in the background (when overthinking doesn't paralyse him into inaction, of course).
Seluna shows her love with words, regularly thanking the guys for everything they do and telling them how much they mean to her. Though she makes a conscious effort to love and recognise everyone in that way with her calling as a priest, so it's not exactly special treatment they're receiving there. The side of her that only they get to see is one that's also very tactile and that wants to be in physical contact with them at all times. But she only allows herself to indulge in all that in private.
26. How important is romance in your OC's overall story?
Not as important as it is for some of my other characters, actually. Seluna's relationship with her god and her faith are the most important relationships in her story. Her boys are there to help her through her difficult journey, but she would have gotten most of the way through regardless with her faith as her strength. It's not until the very end of the first game when that faith takes a severe beating that Aloth specifically helps her to find her feet again and take those last steps towards the end. And in that moment he's extremely important.
27. What makes you excited about their relationship?
It was my first time writing a polyamorous relationship, and at the time I hadn't come across many in the fandom (or at all, really, but I'm certainly coming across a lot more these days and I love it!). So I was a bit nervous about diving into it all and sharing it. But some really interesting dynamics and moments started to emerge and it just makes me really happy that the relationships turned out so sweet and almost kind of mundane, even though they're unconventional in that way. I honestly think that helped to validate some things for me personally.
