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Hey to everyone who's still sticking around even after the complete lack of updates. Sorry about that. 🥺

Life isn't very nice right now, and I hope you're all taking care out there!

About the update:

I've decided to cut the original chapter one into two separate chapters, because it'd simply be way too hefty otherwise.

And yes, those 30k are all still part of the original first half. 😩

But! Good news! I'm pretty positive that I'll be able to finish the rest of the writing for this chapter at the end of next week (provided that school won't hit me in the face again), so the release of chapter one is coming dangerously close. 👁

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Hewwo?? Chapter 1 writing update??

This took so long because yours truly keeps deciding to write entire scenes for chapter 2 and beyond instead of just finishing those for the first one like he shoulD

Come join me on the discord server btw, it's still chaotic, but we vibing.

https://discord.gg/ekGyjV2

Also I hope I'm at least ⅓ done now?? There's still a whole ton of different dialogue choices I have to finish (That's also basically why it's so long, I think ahaha 😔)

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ROs fav foods?

Azalea

She enjoys meaty foods. Those that have a slightly sweet and spicy note to it. Something like Babute.

Dessert must contain either caramel or chocolate. Both combined is a taste of heaven.

Azazel

Finds a liking in veggie dishes. Gratins or stews. Baked or Fried. He isn't picky.

He also likes figs, so watch him hoard fig stuffed cookies or rolls in his pockets.

Of course he'd share with you, should you ask for some.

Nathan/Hanna

They find a wide range of food delightful, all the way from sugary sweets to the heartiest meats.

Altough Ras Malai is currently scaling the very top of their favourites list.

Blaire

They don't cook much. Don't really eat for the pleasure and flavour.

The only times they eat something that isn't fast food is when a certain someone forces invites them to dinner.

Sometimes they get a craving for Moon Cakes, however. Their mother used to make them when they were little, and the store bought ones just ain't the same.

Willow

Hearty soups for dinner, something akin to Solyanka would probably be their favourite dinner food.

Thumbprint cookies with dandelion jelly and tea as a dessert right after. Or as an 'occasional' treat.

Sugar

Purina Pro Plan.

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ROs as Disney songs?

I'm kinda rusty on disney songs ngl, don't really watch movies too often :(

Azalea: The Lion King 2 -My Lullaby*

Azazel: Tangled - I See The Light*

Nathan/Hanna: Brother Bear - On My Way

Blaire: Treasure Planet - I'm Still Here

Willow: Pocahontas - Colors of the Wind

Sugar: Aristocats - Ev'rybody Wants to Be a Cat

??: Moana - Know Who You Are

*If you listen to the german versions, and end up liking them more, you can have one (1) free character snippet with extra mustard. :)

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ROs Fursonas?

I will ignore the F word in this question, simply assign an animal for the ROs, and then move on. 😔

Azalea

She dwells in this town like a Black Mamba.

Equipped with a sharp mind, and a much sharper bite. With a mouth full of boiling tar, eager to sear flesh, eager to feast upon your confidence.

She's focused on slipping through the cracks in your defense, but always staying grounded in her advance.

Though don't you dare fire back, her beauty is to behold only from a cautioned distance.

It might turn ugly if you step over your boundaries.

She doesnt simply hiss.

No, you feel her fangs sink deep underneath your skin, the venom surging through your veins like alcohol. Intoxicating.

Lethal.

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Azazel

A ringneck snake would fit his character the most.

He has a deep connection with the earth– like all snakes, which certainly turns him into a very logical person by nature. Although the ringneck snake is reclusive, only reluctantly leaving its hiding place to hunt during the night.

It's constantly trying to hide its vulnerability. Trying to protect its heavy emotions, and deep desires.

If you spy him during the day, don't be afraid. He's not venomous.

He doesn't bite. He doesn't spite.

That doesn't mean he doesn't know how to keep intruders, who trespass into his personal space, at bay.

There are always a few tricks up his sleeves. Don't forget that there is a cunning side to all snakes.

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Nathan/Hanna

A playful creature, possessing childlike curiosity. A social animal, caring and curious.

An otter, floating amidst the sea with you, asleep, hand in hand. As to not drift apart.

Symbolising stability in the wild waves of water. Always by your side, when you need to feel their warm hands curl around yours.

Although they also know how to entertain themselves, should you need your distance. They can drift on their own.

They can enjoy their own company, and the silence surrounding them. They use it to get immersed in a good book. The peacefulness of the moment.

All on their own, accompanied only by their bright and cheerful mind.

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Blaire

A little Steller's Jay is nestled between potted plants sitting on windowsill.

It sees the peak of a mountain peeping out from far behind all the towers of scrap metal slashing through the deep blue sky. A dim sky. From its own perspective at least.

Behind these grimy glass panels.

It gets the urge to break through them, to see those hills for itself.

It ruffles its wings, filled with anticipation.

But it never gets to feel the excitement of flight, the wind in their feathers.

So it simply chirps, chitters, and tweets.

Evermore perched on its windowsill.

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Willow

They're a deer. An image of authority.

Their striking gaze is akin to a pair of antlers piercing your chest.

Though you're well aware that later on, those weapons will fall upon the cold ground– in the same way their cold hands fall upon your wounds. They close those gashes– with grace, devotion, and gentleness.

So that the healing touch of time lets you forget about all scarred tissue.

And with a dash of patience, even their shed antlers might return to their full splendor.

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Sugar

Alligator.

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Her words bleed through your skin, clawing at your heavy heart.

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I... would like to meow at Blaire with Sugar.

Blaire almost stumbles when Sugar jumps off the couch to brush against their feet, letting out a long mewl the whole time they tip tap their way over to them.

They sigh, but crouch down to her level anyway. "Hey sweets," they coo.

She meows again, in a higher tone this time, though she receives no reply in return.

A crime, surely. You witnessed a crime unfold.

So you decide to take judgement into your own hands. From across the room, you meow at them with as much volume as you can muster.

They both startle at first, but Sugar blinks at you in delight shortly after.

She strolls over to you with big bouncy steps, and curls her body around your leg, purring to her hearts content.

You meow at her again. With big hazel eyes, and pupils dilated to the max, she stares back at you. She begins to talk about an interesting topic, chirping with excitement.

You answer her every hypothesis with utmost detail. How could you not? She knows what she's talking about, after all.

It's quite rare to encounter such a witty feline.

Blaire stares at you, perplexed and amused.

"What the fuck are you doing," they mutter.

You choose not to engage with their comment. Instead, you pick Sugar up, and cradle her in your arms, as if she was a human baby.

She enjoys every bit of your pampering, but still keeps the flow of your shared conversation going.

You nod at her several times, putting in a word here and there, as you move over to Blaire's spot on the ground, from where they watch the both of you attentively. Can't they keep to themself? This is a private discussion.

You crouch down in front of them, holding Sugar against their face.

She promptly pushes her paws against their mouth, growling lowly.

"See, she's telling you! She's telling you!" You puff a breath into the air, pulling Sugar closer to your chest.

"You always keep your mouth shut, whenever she's trying to talk to you. That's so impolite, Blaire!" Sugar mewls in agreement.

"She's such a nice kitty, you should put in some more effort!"

You relax your grip on her fluffy body, and let her curl up in your lap, as soon as you sit down.

"Shall we practice, then?" You ask, a catty smile lounging on your lips.

"Practice what?"

You imitate a perfect meow, to which Sugar lifts her head, replying.

Blaire laughs, scritching Sugar behind her ear, "Sure, whatever. Let's practice, then."

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Hello hello, did you miss me? A bish has been productive. I'll be trying to answer some asks later, when my brain stops feeling this empty. :)

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looketh these ladies blz 😔

F!Blaire and F!Willow from @paralume-game

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How old are the RO and characters?

Azalea & Azazel

"We were born on the same day, Lea. 25 years ago. That's the same exact age," Azazel says, tired of his sister's ongoing quarrels.

She's never been one to surrender easily.

"Ah, but is that the full truth? I've been the very first to pierce our dear mother's hearing by ungodly screaming, and also the first to be spoiled by her embrace."

Azalea snakes an arm around his nape, brushing through his long strands of hair.

"You were the only one who ever screamed, I'm pretty sure."

He sighs, awaiting her affectionate torture.

She harshly grabs his face, squishing it between her palms, careful not to leave more scars than necessary with her sharp nails,

"My wonderful little brother, you are."

He reaches out for her too, laying his own nails over her skin.

They don't make for much of a weapon, always perfectly trimmed.

Defenseless, he has to endure her crude show of fondness.

In moments like these, he feels as if the minutes that they're apart have somehow turned into years.

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Blaire & Nathan/Hanna

Blaire claps their hands, and dramatically falls back into the cushions littered all over the floor.

"Let's see. I've been stuck here 24 years and a lil bit. That's what, 291 months?"

They lean back. Annoying snapping of fingers fills the silence of the room.

"8870 days?" There's a pause, in which they roll over, now mumbling into the pillows.

"You know what? Do the math yourself. Can't believe I actually calculated this far. See what boredom leads you to?"

They're hit by a pillow, followed by a chuckle, and a warm voice.

"Am I so boring to you?"

Blaire groans, "No... just old."

They sit up, to point at their friends face, and to blow a raspberry on the back of their hand,

"Old fart you are."

Their friend laughs heartily at the childish display, "four years your senior. I'm afraid I'm turning stale, hm?"

"Yeah, I could be your child," the clapping and finger snapping now turns into rapid tapping on the wooden flooring.

"Do you want a cup of hot cocoa then, kid?"

Blaire scoffs, but nods their head regardless. "Such a loving parent you are to me. Say, can I get some pocket money?"

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Willow

"Does counting years matter? 'Wisdom comes with age', well I beg to differ. I may be young, but I'm no fool.

I've seen my fair share of stupidity to be anything but that."

They look at you, judgingly, trying to pass down the message that- yes, you are older than them, but apparently still far from using your wit.

In their opinion, anyway.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration, "Willow, please. Just answer the question."

They squint their eyes more, if that's even possible, "I'm 22."

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Sugar

You squeal at the photographs of Sugar in your palms, from the times in which she was but a wee fluffball of a kitten.

Silly pictures of her crawling through paper bags, or daringly climbing visitor's legs.

You're especially fond of an image depicting her with a messy muzzle, food dripping from her whiskers, and her tongue licking over her maw.

A good meal, it seems.

She's not bothered by the mess she created. There's only joy to be seen.

"Can't believe this was already more than 3 years ago. She's grown so much." Your company's eyes tear up a bit,

"My little sugarcube."

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She observes you thoroughly from her high vantage point.

A queen overlooking her kingdom, scrutinizing her valet.

Birds search for her vicinity, flock together in her presence.

Accompany her as she speaks.

Their quiet song follows her whisper, one that rustles through the fallen leaves around your feet. Just like the wind.

Cold. Harsh. Powerful.

Black eyes swell with sorrow,

as the breeze weeps, "Ancient."

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here's an ask :)

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Here's pt. 2 for the appearance post. :)

M!Blaire

•5'7/170cm

•Same piercings/Tattoos/Clothing style as female Blaire

F!Willow

•5'2/157cm

•Pointy ears, sharp teefers

•I love this image, it fits her so well

•Though she has shorter hair

•Moles :)

•The colour of her veins on her hands and arms are very prominent, due to how light her skin is

•Icy stares > sly smirks

•Clean, 'mature', grayscale/dark coloured clothing

M!Willow

•5'3/160cm

•Same ears/teeth/clothing/eyes/veins as female Willow

•Sly smirks > icy stares

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can we have the physical description of the ros? pwease 🥺👉👈 mayhaps... so i could draw them? 😔👉👈

May I- may I be lazy and just post the faceclaims/picrews I got? 😔

With some additional information.

But anon, don't let any of these images restrict you in your expression, you can of course have your own faceclaims, etc. 🤠

Also I have to cut this in two parts, cause apparently there's a 10 image limit. 👀

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Azalea

•She stands tall at 6'0/183cm

•Her hair is more voluminous, and curlier than in those images (also a very dark red)

•Her eyes are a deep brown, littered with small golden flecks

•Besides her golden necklaces, and earrings, she also wears a golden septum

•Her attire is overly fancy, and luxurious. A big fan of form fitted dresses, that show off her physique

•She sadly does not have horns :(

Azazel

•Smaller than his sister at 5'10/178cm

•He has long curly hair, usually tied up in various ways

•His left eye is green, the right one has a splatter of blue in it

•Subdued style of dressing/wears mainly earthy tones

Nathan

•Tall 😔🤙🏻6'2/188cm

•Tries to shave regularly. Tries.

•Somewhat preppy, somewhat comfy attire

Hanna

•Also tall, 5'11/180cm

•Pigtails or updos all the way

•Has a collection of really cute earrings (the cat ones are her favourites, of course 😌)

•Same clothing style as Nathan (with a tad bit of bohemian)

F!Blaire

•5'6/167cm

•Pierced ears

•Tattoos :)

•Usually wears very dark lipstick

•Vintage clothing, old band merch, leather/bomber jackets, worn out sneakers/combat boots

•Doesn't like to tie up her hair

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Can you give a brief description of each of the ROs? I know their names and what they look like, but who are they as people?

Hello. I sneaked past the gates of Hell (School) for a minute to hand out some more vague character descriptions, to keep you yearning. :)

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Azalea

She's harsh and eloquent. Brisk in getting hold of a conversation, and turning it upside down at her desire.

You can see sheer knowledge swimming behind those inky dilated pupils, covering up her charming brown eyes, flecked with spots of gold.

Her long nails brush through her hair.

Slow and seductive.

Voluminous maroon locks bounce from the touch of her sharp black nails.

She flicks you a sultry smile, speaking in a suggestive tone,

"I'm a hunter, birdie."

She grabs a fistful of your attire, pulling you closer.

"Strong," she whispers.

Her red lips close in on yours, hot breath awakening dormant goosebumps all over your body. In this close proximity, you can watch her long lashes flutter against her dark bronze skin.

"Cunning," she continues.

She takes her time to regard all the details of your face, eyes flitting over every part, finally ending up on your lips.

She pulls back then, pushing you away harshly, so that you lose your balance. She's tittering.

Not attempting in the slightest to prevent your fall. Merely watching you descend, hitting the ground uncomfortably.

You stare up at her towering form, hovering above you, a feral smile adorning her full lips.

She makes you feel powerless.

Just by watching. By smiling. By touching.

She shakes her mane like a lion, satisfied with the hunt. Proud of the kill.

She doesn't have to plunge her nails into your skin to assert her reign.

"And dangerously alluring," she finishes, leaving you behind in the dirt.

You only hear the sound of her ruby red dress, fluttering in the breeze, before her shadow disappears entirely.

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Azazel

His big hands stroke softly over fabric.

He wields the scissors in them with scrupulous skill.

His gaze is concentrated, but there's a mild hint of wonder swirling in his beautiful eyes.

The left one a mossy green, like the untamed ivy crawling up the walls of his home. Whereas a stripe of blue cuts through the right one, like a cool stream of water in a lush forest.

Excitement crawls between his ebony digits, daringly offering him to try something new, something outrageous.

Something that he will never show the world, but store deep in his own closet, concealed underneath a pile of earthy coloured garments.

Too striking for him to wear, too attention seeking.

He can't draw eyes toward him, there's nothing special to be seen there.

It would only be a mismatch of colours on him, just like his irises.

Fear shackles his hands with a tight grip, making him drop the scissors.

Doubt claws at his mind.

Why does he bother if the things he creates won't be appreciated? What does the process mean, if it's stagnant and dreary?

He picks the shears up once more, accidentally cutting his finger on the sharp metal blades.

A blotch of red glares up from the unfinished garb. Prominent. Striking.

He sets to finish the task. For his own sake only.

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Nathan/Hanna

Sweet charity carries their voice, soft intimacy lies in their touch, and safety can be found in their embrace.

So soothing, that they could strangle you in their arms, without any alarming struggle or complain from you.

You'd simply melt further into their warmth.

Dark chocolate eyes will search for yours, tearing up with affection when they find you gazing back at them.

Brunette hair tickles your shoulders, as they lay their cheek upon it.

They're free of greed, always there to lend a hand, an ear, a word.

Never expecting anything in return.

A person so extremely caring, that they'd rather watch out for someone else, instead of taking care of their own soul.

It's quite difficult to not want to give anything back to them.

But your happiness is more than enough, they tell you. Your steadily beating heart is a song that soothes their own.

There lies grief deep within those words, plucking at your heartstrings.

They lie a hand on top of it, feeling its rhythm. Nursing its heat.

"I'm glad you're here with me," they whisper, with a smile dripping off their lips.

Brighter than day.

Though darker than usual.

The rest of the sentence remains as a barely audible movement of lips, quieter than a pin drop:

"Even though I don't deserve you."

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Blaire

Nonchalant and uncaring, it seems.

Though there lies passion, as well as untold stories within their songs, and the images etched underneath their skin.

A garden of Milkweed and birds of paradise wind up their arms. Quotes, lettering, critters, and silly doodles peek through their leaves.

Swallows fly a detour over their neck, wings outstretched.

Their creativity shapes whole cities, entire worlds, even.

Radiant places, filled with vivid buildings, reaching for the skies. And bustling streets, each blot of colour in them representing a person. Souls containing tall tales.

They shake their damp black hair out of their eyes, grazing the canvas with the tip of their brush in the process.

A sigh chimes.

Out of annoyance from observing the invading orange line on the side of a skyscraper, now a glowing pile of rubble, extending toward the heavens.

It strikes an idea in them, their strokes picking up speed.

Do those wrecks reach for the stars?

Scrape at them, to get a taste of space dust? The Flavour of impossibility melting on their tongues.

They take a step back from the canvas, taking in a drawing, which depicts... hope, mostly. If they had to pick a word.

A reoccurring theme to be found in their creations.

And yet, whenever their dark eyes, black like ink, fall on their pieces of work after the finishing touch, there's but a pinch of yearning to be found in them.

Yearning for the world outside this town they're in, desire to lose these invisible shackles around their feet, binding them to this forsaken place.

Their hands grab the sides of the easel, throwing it to the side.

Wet paint clings to wooden flooring, as the image and restless footsteps hit the ground.

Acrylic dries on overpriced vintage clothes.

Ash hits a tray. Nicotine fills lungs.

And eyelids close reluctantly.

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Willow

They look cold and brittle. Thin and tired. The bags underneath their eyes grow evermore, every day.

Development that is caused by the indifference toward concealing them.

"What for?" They'd reply, if you would ask, voice light.

Then they'd try to brush stark white hair out of their icy eyes.

Suddenly revealing their blue brilliance, surrounded by signs of fatigue, as they pluck the strands behind their pointy ears.

Knowing them, you're sure it's their way of telling you that it's alright to be tired.

It's okay to be exhausted.

They are too, after all.

They'd flick you a smile, if you'd mull over the answer. Sharp canines, usually hidden behind light pink lips, peeping through.

They're always trying to keep up a distant exterior, mysterious as the forest encircling the both of you.

Though you know well that they are as caring as can be.

Worrying deep into the night about the wellbeing of people that they love.

You can observe their deep-rooted care and patience especially well in how they tend to their father's garden.

Always patiently searching for and plucking away weeds, or assiduously watering the earth with a perfectly estimated amount of water.

With a white cloak sporting dark brown stains. Certainly one of the few times on which it isn't in an impeccable shape.

They're concerned about each being trying to prosper in such an unforgiving world. They also hold a special concern for your steady level of idiocy. Although they have learnt to become fond of it, flat out cherish it. In secret, of course.

Even so, they can not will themself to reach the same level of foolishness- dare they say 'careless freedom', as you.

For underneath the wise, hardworking, pale façade lies the mere face of a scared child.

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Hey guys! Just letting you know I'm going to be ridiculously busy with school this whole month, so the development of the game will be paused for a while, which means that not only it will take longer for chapter one to come out, but it also includes the drabbles and replying to your asks, hope you can understand!

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Here comes a Spicy ask: Blaire Reaction to MC with lacy Lingerie or fancy harness top?

Blaire enters the room with a sandwich in hand, failing to notice your sparsely dressed body, tantalisingly draped over their king size bed.

You clear your throat to grab their attention.

They stop rummaging through drawers to lazily take in your form. You grin like a cat, enjoying to be seen by them.

After swallowing their bite, they point at you with their toasted meal,

mumbling an unimpressed "Ok".

You sit up, smile tilting downwards rapidly.

"Ok? That's it?" You screech, understandably upset.

They resume their search for art supplies, "It's not like I've never seen this stuff before. Try harder if you want to surprise me."

Tubes of oil paints get hastily thrown on top of the drawer.

"Wait, no. Strike a pose. I could do some sappy movie shit, and draw you. Would that make you happy, darl?"

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ro’s favorite spot to be kissed 🥺🥺

Azalea

"Kiss me? Oh no, my little starling.

Sit back. Let me spoil you."

There's an imperious hiss in her voice, as your back gets engulfed by cushions.

Azazel

Your lips graze his neck, his form visibly flinching. Stifling a giggle.

"Are you ticklish?" Interesting. You'll have to exploit this new information.

Nathan/Hanna

A flush spreads from the place on which you kissed them, right on the tip of their nose.

"Thank you," they mumble, their face a portray of sheer bliss.

Blaire

You graze the discoloured lines of skin on their upper arms, before kissing them.

You hear a scoff next to you, but when you tilt your head you spy a smile on their lips.

"That's... a nice sentiment, I guess."

Willow

Your hands are interlocked, theirs cold against your own. You take your time to plant kisses on every spot of skin, until your lips grow numb from the temperature.

"Should I warm them up, love?"