how would the ROs react if someone asked if they and the MC were together and the MC responded with “no i’m not their type”?
S: Selby smiles at the question. The idea that someone saw you by their side and believed it could be possible made their heart flutter. They open their mouth, primed to offer up a quip or suggestion they hadn’t even yet formed the punchline for when you speak.
“No, there’s no way. I’m not their type,” you scoff, and Selby is floored.
It’s true that Selby was never one to play the field. Even during their rebellious phase, that part of their life was always the least adventurous. For work, they often had to turn on the charm and had become much more practised in the years since. The people they worked for were temperamental, prone to unpredictable moods. Selby had learned long ago all the wrong ways to be genuine and how to flip them. So, it surprises them that every one of their, what they believed to be, quite obvious come-ons had fallen completely and utterly flat.
“It’s a work in progress,” they say instead—openly, proudly. Then, they focus on you, smile wide and honest. “Care for dinner? My treat.”
Rain: The question makes Rain choke on their drink. They had been enjoying a nice cold strawberry milkshake through a straw when the server bent over, a twinkle in her eye. “You two together?” All the blood rushes to Rain’s head, cheeks burning in embarrassment.
Had they truly been so obvious? Rain glances at you nervously, concerned you might have already figured out their intentions. They didn’t want the first time you heard it to be from any mouth but theirs. When life was a little more forgiving—when the ghosts of their past stopped haunting them. But you don’t even blink. “Oh, no. I’m not their type.”
Rain wants to laugh. It’s only their mortification that stops them. “I don’t have a type,” they say quickly—a little too quickly. “Well, I mean, not any type in particular. I’m up for anyone, to be honest. Wait, no, not like that. Not anyone. They have to be special. Like you. Well, not like you. Just you; I’m not looking elsewhere—!”
They pray the ground swallows them whole.
Taj: They hold onto their hood a little tighter; their ears have been dying to break free from beneath it since your nosy neighbour dared to utter the question. Their first thought is “who the fuck are you to ask this?” The second is “don’t be ridiculous; as if they could ever be interested in a human.”
But then, they hear the words leave your mouth. “Oh, no. I’m not their type.”
Taj scowls. Who said you get to decide that? Shouldn’t they have a say? Fine, your easy denial could have been ripped straight from their mind, but hearing it spoken aloud—instinctively, as if you hadn’t even needed to think about it—fills them with dread. The words grate inside their mind like claws shredding skin.
“Exactly,” they say, out of pride. They swallow down the bile burning their throat. “There isn’t a single hope of me lookin’ twice at a koel.”
They force themselves to believe it.
N: It might surprise the others, but casual touch didn’t come as easily to N as they pretended it did. It was an easy enough game to play; N memorised the rules a long time ago. Except, it didn’t feel much like playing when it was with you. Throwing an arm across your shoulder, letting a hand drift across your back, leaning closer to whisper in your ear as if they were sharing a secret—N did these things because they wanted to. How long had it been since they truly wanted to?
So, the question truly wasn’t a surprise. Naturally, people would assume you were a couple—a rather handsome one at that.
“Oh, no! We’re not together. I’m not their type.”
Ouch. N feels it deep in their gut. Winded—wounded—like someone had just slammed a fist into it. Their smile diminishes, almost imperceptibly. Unnoticeable to anyone who refuses to look past their thin veneer. N’s heart tightens in a way that reminds them it still beats.
They bury it down. The charming demon comes out to play once again.
“I have all kinds of types,” they say, a tempting lilt to their voice. “A dark-haired beauty, a light-haired menace, dim-witted, sharp-witted… I’m not all that fussy. There’s room for you on my schedule, I’m sure.”
Every word tastes like tears.
Umbra: Being with you was easy. Too easy. As easy as Umbra imagines it is for you to breathe. Breathing isn’t so easy for them.
There is a side of them that comes out when they are with you. The demon makes fun of it—says they go soft. Umbra doesn’t care. Being with you feels a lot like breathing.
And when something comes that easily, it isn’t the kind of thing you second-guess. So, when someone questions the relationship, asking if they were with you, well—“yes” was the obvious answer. That question only required eyes. Umbra is sitting right next to you.
“No, Umbra—they mean together together. Anyway, no, we’re not together. I’m not their type.”
“Yes, you are,” they say. Another question that didn’t require thought. “My type is you. Only you.”
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Tah to @wyfyoyo for the tag! These always give me food for thought.
What's a small BG3 detail that you always notice and love?
I read every piece of paper in the game I can find and store them in a ‘Library’ in the Travellers Chest. Some are heartbreaking, some are hilarious. My favourite are the medical ones such as found in the Blighted Village, bitching about how boring everyone is to the point he just has a giant cask of healing potion, and dispenses as needed… and the House of Healing betting on what’s in the butt. As someone in a similar position… what did that retriever eat?
🩸 What's one piece of reference material you're currently obsessed with?
A while back I tried drawing Taj’s underwear, and I couldn’t. I couldn’t. I still can’t. When I can, I try sketching it so I can draw her in floofy, poofy granny panties. It’s not going how I’d like…
🩸 Share a snippet or visual from your current project that you're quietly proud of.
I like this page. It shows how silly and awkward Taj is, fumbling her way around the Nautiloid, stealing anything not nailed down. The hard part, the really hard part is I feel I’ve improved a lot since I started, and I’m trying not to go back and redo things. Keep moving forward.
🩸 What's something you're looking forward to creating or finishing soon?
Comic. It’s not even the first chapter *weeps*. I have no spare time, and the attention span of a spaniel which means I keep getting lured away by fanart for other peoples projects. You’re all so much fun to read about!
🩸What's a fun or silly tradition you have with your OCs/Tavs?
Keys. Taj is a hoarder and a collector… but Taj keeps all the keys in the group forever and my goal through each playthrough is to collect 100 keys as quick as possible. I plan to redo her tent ref with strings and strings of keys. Taj is kinda weird about locked things and so she’s constantly hanging over Astarion’s shoulder as he lock picks. She’s like a cat with a closed door. Nothing has any right to be locked and hidden from her.
🩸 What's a BG3 NPC you'd love to see in a completely different outfit or setting?
I adore the tieflings, and my fav are the siblings; Rolan, Cal and Lia who have the last name Blackburn in my fanon. I’m obsessed with the Tieflings having their own story arcs and one day I’ll get around to it.
I use the FADE equipment mod, and there’s a ring that summons a Hyena and my head said… Lia. Lia the Beast Master Ranger and that sent me down a path. Rolan the Blade Singer and Cal (I’m sorry, he doesn’t really have a personality and I’m trying all angles as a swashbuckling rogue, Errol Flynn kinda character.
🩸 What is a BG3 collab project that you would want to do?
MAP. I have never, ever animated before, but have always been in love with Multi-Animator-Projects where we could do an awesome music video with our OCs.
🩸 What's a tiny headcanon or detail you've added to your Tav/OC that brings you joy?
Taj is so utterly useless at the start of the game. If she were a Pokemon, she’d be a HM Slave. I plan to do it eventually, but I want to do a Shadowheart- Taj meme, akin to Rick & Morty. What is my purpose. You cast ritual’s Taj. Long strider, Feather Fall, Enhanced Leap and Speak with Animals. That is all she is good for… until she gets her lightning powers after Gale’s magic lesson.
🩸 What is something you want your followers to know about you?
I swear to god, you guys are all awesome… but I stay away from OCs that are too traumatic or, er, spicy. I work in emergency as vet tech so I’m trying to milk every ounce of dopamine I can from happy, silly characters. It's not you, it's me.
Similarly, I’m an old fart. I remember when the internet was joyous and everyone commented on everything and comments make my heart sing. Please comment on my creative endeavours. Comment on everyone’s creative endeavors! Embrace the Compliment Sandwich!
No Pressure Tags: And if you've already done it, please link it in the comments cos I wanna read!
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Diddy Kong Racing was my first video game and fundamentally altered my brain chemistry, unironically. This piece was made as part of a collage collab with dozens of other artists to celebrate it's release almost three decades ago.
Diddy Kong Racing is one of those games where you love it dearly for its gameplay and nostalgic aesthetic but never completed cause of really unfriendly stipulations put on the player. Collect them coins fast and win the race!
