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How would the ROs treat a sick MC?

• Abbie: either stays at yours or drags you over to her place so that she can keep an eye on you, cuddles you all day if you're into that, reads aloud until you doze off, plays with your hair. If you've got a high fever she's calling her worker to let him know she'll be out that day. Perks of being your own boss. If the fever persists, you're going to the doctor, non-negotiable.

• Irene: can't sit still in a good day, much less when she's fretting over you. Fluffs your pillows, places cool cloths on your forehead, brings you your medicine at the exact time you're supposed to take it, gives you her comfiest, biggest, cosiest sweater. Eventually exhausts herself and finally joins you on the couch. Is probably sick herself the following day LOL

• Joanna: draws you a nice bath. Joins you in the tub if you're up for it, whispers about her day to distract you while you lean against her. What? Skin-on-skin contact boosts the immune system! If you'd rather enjoy the bath on your own, she'll sit on the floor by the tub, chatting idly with you, ready to offer you a warmed towel when you're done.

• Vega: no mental load for you on her watch. Consider your chores done. She'll buy whatever there is on your shopping list, take care of your meals and the dishes. Did you sweat through the night? She's changing the sheets and putting fresh ones on your bed. Will wrap you in a blanket and watch a movie with you. Her lap is comfy...

• Margot: afraid of being annoying if she hovers too much, you'll have to ask if you want company and some cuddles; may even wear more comfortable clothes than usual so you can rest against her without bumping on buttons. Until then, she cooks. Broth, chicken soup, lettuce wraps, fruit salad... Anything to help you keep hydrated. Also some sweet goodies. Those heal the soul.

• Dawn: asks you what she can do to help you feel better and does just that. You want to be left alone? Okay. You want her to snuggle you in bed? Even better, she's elated you want her with you. Either way, she's ordering food from different places you haven't tried yet in the hopes it'll whet your appetite. She'll take you to the one whose food you liked the most for your next date.

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What are the ros style of clothing?

I hadn't realized how sure I am about their styles until I got this ask.

• Abbie: very casual. Mostly black, graphic t-shits and comfy jeans when it's warm enough but still always wears a jacket or hoodie because she gets cold easily. Claw clips galore. Needs either big pockets or a backpack.

• Irene: either sweatpants and sweatshirts, maybe tank tops if it's hot, when she's exercising, or lots of colourful dresses and skirts. Easily the most feminine of the cast in her day-to-day. Chooses many rings carefully according to her outfit.

• Joanna: either tight-fitting clothes that show off her figure or baggy ones that leave her shoulder bare. Likes printed clothing. Favours trousers over dresses but can't say no to a good open back. Not one for jewellery, but always has several hair ties on her wrist that she often disregards.

• Vega: Dark clothes, vests, shirts with rolled up sleeves and suspenders. Looks snazzy but then wears embarrassingly colourful socks with cartoons on them that clash horribly with her put-together, broody vibe. It's part of her charm LOL

• Margot: elegant and preppy, won't catch her dead in sweatpants. Tailored skirt suits and not too flashy complements (watches, earrings...). Lots of high waist and high heels so that she doesn't look so tiny. Has more purses than she's willing to admit.

• Dawn: sunglasses wearer, leggings champion, solid colours. Likes shirt dresses. Will dress up for special occasions, but she prefers comfy, simple clothes. Loves cold weather so she can wear scarves and knitted sweaters. Rocks turtle necks.

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What were the ROs like as kids?

Oooh, this is a cool one.

• Abbie: daddy's girl, always stuck to her father's side much to his delight. Sponge-child, already nerdy, would talk about and imitate whatever she was obsessed with that week. A book, a cartoon, a person. Most of her interests began with a work of fiction. Hardcore daydreamer.

• Irene: anxious and torn. Craved to play sports and move around but hated the rowdiness that came along with that. Easy to trick and ingenuous, she was often the butt of jokes but had quite a lot of friends to defend her due to her sweetness. More ups and downs than the bitcoin value chart.

• Joanna: jovial and energetic. She could charm the socks off anyone she met. Little troublemaker, took advantage of the fact she looked all cute and innocent to get away with mischief. Unknowingly improved her future self's rizz by learning to bat her eyelashes full force LOL

• Vega: observant, independent, often praised by grown-ups for being well-behaved and not asking for anything which led her to act like a much older child than she was and to try not to bother anyone. Made drawings for her favourite teachers to show her appreciation.

• Margot: lonely. Few friends, used to play alone with a monkey plushie. Blunt, and scolded often for being unkind even if she didn't mean to be. "You've gotten fat". "I thought only old people had wrinkles." Often sad and frustrated, was either silent or had a meltdown after bottling everything up.

• Dawn: sharp, cheeky and challenging. Didn't like rules, her teachers were concerned that her great aptitudes would be eclipsed by her terrible attitude. Very strong 'why' phase. "-Go to bed." "+Why?" "-You need to sleep." "+Why?" "-You'll be tired and sick if you don't." "+Why?" "-You're on thin ice, missy!" "+Why?" Little shit.

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genuine question, will it be possible to play as a butch or as a masc sapphic in general?

To be perfectly candid, I'm confused with this one.

My concept of "butch" is a woman who displays masculine mannerisms and/or looks. If that's correct (and maybe I'm royally screwing up) I don't see how one would be unable to play as such? Like, clothing, appearance in general, will be present in the game in the form of flavour text, but is not something that will be overly important. As I've said before, this game is all about your MC's personality (mischievous, shy...) and the interactions she has with other contestants, so I don't see how a butch's would be any different from a femme's. Like, does a butch display shyness differently?

If there's something I'm missing, please, do tell me because I just stayed here looking at my laptop for, literally, half an hour wondering if I'm slow or something, and I want to know if I'm being insulting somehow ��

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so abbie is the apple of your eye? as a joanna romancer I'm offended jk

Pfff, WhAaAaT? Why, I would never— Yes. Yes, she is.

I put a lot of effort in all characters, but I'll admit that Abbie, Margot and Dawn are close to my heart in a way that the other three aren't. For reasons. But that doesn't mean I intend to neglect the other routes, so don't worry ;)

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Ros reaction if an mc who always kisses them before leaving the house forgets one day

• Abbie: pouts all day, kisses you for longer than usual as soon as you get home but doesn't say anything about it. These things happen.

• Irene: instantly panics; convinced that she did something wrong, she will walk on eggshells went she sees you next.

• Joanna: briefly disappointed, starts scheming and spends all day thinking about how she wants you to make it up to her. When god closes a door...

• Vega: tells herself it isn't a big deal, still looks like a kicked puppy when you come back home and only tells you why if you prod her gently.

• Margot: she keeps talking to stop you from leaving, giving you time to realize your mistake, but is incapable of telling you directly that she wants her kiss. "Do you have your keys?" "What would you like for dinner?"

•Dawn: calls you back or goes after you if you're already out the door. If you forgot to kiss her then she'll gladly kiss you.

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I almost never go for a best friends to lovers route 'cause I was never interested in it but somehow Abbie caught my heart and now I'm dead set on romancing her. She's the cutest. The heart stealer she is

I'm so happy to hear that! I personally enjoy the friends to lovers trope, but I think it can sometimes feel like you're "forced" to go for it. I'm kinda nervous about some people feeling that way but I'll cross that bridge when the demo's published.

P.S. She is the cutest, but won't steal your heart. She'll only take custody of it so that no one can ever hurt it *dreamy sigh*

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I didn't see the poll in time but, hell, am I the only one who wants Dawn?

Nah, if you look closely to the votes, there's at least one more person with you on Dawn's boat XDDDDD

I'm curious, though, about whether or not the results would be different once Chapter One is out.

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Friendly reminder to ALWAYS have an updated copy of your files in case your computer tries to fuck you over. I want to thank both my faithful USB flash drive and my awesome external hard drive for being there for me in a moment of utter despair. Thank you guys, you're the real MVPs.

Seriously, people, I was soooo close to losing everything I wrote for the game. Almost 70k words. I'm not a fast writer, do you know how much time I need to write 70k words?

I dodged a bullet. Hell, I dodged a goddamn nuke.

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Do we have to have a goodrelationship with Abbie in all playthorugh and be very close to her

Well... Yeah. Abbie loves and is in love with MC. As for MC, she loves Abbie. That's canon, but also where the canon ends. Whether or not MC is in love with Abbie, too, is up to the player, but they are close, have been close from a very young age, and have always supported each other through their shit.

I've already written several flashbacks depicting this, mostly because I want not only MC, but readers as well, to be more familiar and feel closer to Abbie. I want you players to be in the same boat as MC herself: having someone you already know, someone you feel safe and comfortable with vs meeting other women for the first time and taking a risk on how the relationship will develop.

This is one of the main reasons wiy Chapter One will be so heavy in Abbie content. Then again, after the poll results, I think most of you won't mind XDDDD

That said, later on I'll let you as a player decide if Abbie being in love with MC is a problem, stop being affectionate and put some distance in between the two of them (if you're a monster and have no heart).

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Are the ros team Rachel or team Ross?

You dare ask that which should remain unspoken! I feel like this may change the way you see the ROs people. Read on with caution.

For the record, I think both were selfish idiots. I like every other main character more than I like Rachel and Ross, and I'm particularly pissed at Ross for giving us, Dinosaur Lovers, a bad rep.

• Abbie: Team Rachel. Yes, Ross, you were on a break. So? You can't go one day without fucking someone else after having a fight, AND you lie afterwards about your hook up and having read the letter? If there's no trust, what's the point of a relationship?

• Irene: Team Ross. You don't get to tell someone you need a break from them and then get mad because they found someone that made them feel good about themselves. Even if just for the night. Everyone needs to feel loved.

• Joanna: Team Ross. So, Rachel just expected him to sit and wait for her indefinitely? Because, yes, she was ready to talk the following morning, but she never said, "hey, let's back off and talk tomorrow when we've cooled off". She just up and "I have single-handedly decided that we're not dating anymore. Keep you posted".

• Vega: Team Rachel. Simple as, if he felt the need to hide the fact that he had slept with someone else, whether they were on a break or not, he knew he was doing something that would hurt Rachel. You don't get to be purposefully hurtful and also the good guy.

• Margot: Team Rachel. Granted, she didn't handle things well, but at least she spent the time they were 'on a break' thinking calmly about what had happened. She even took the time to write her side of things to try to mend them. 18 pages, Ross! Front and back!

• Dawn: Team Ross. You don't get to have 'breaks' from relationships, Rachel. You either break up, or handle things like a motherfucking adult and talk to your partner. You don't leave them wondering where they stand.

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So, after one day Abbie is, unsurprisingly, leading the poll by a comfortable margin, but I'm pleasantly surprised about Margot's current results.

I should probably scream, take the streets and demand justice for my other characters, whom I adore, but reality is pretty much like:

RO Poll

I never asked and I'm quite curious to know which character people found more appealing so...

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Favorite place to kiss/be kissed? For all LIs if possible, if not Margot and Abbie

I love this one (also been sitting here for months)

This ask reminds me, *sighs* I'm so single...

• Abbie: lips/lips

She likes kissing you on the lips and you kissing her on the lips because, damn it, she didn't spend years dreaming of being with you just to exchange friendly pecks on the cheek.

Besides it's not a place so scandalous that she can't kiss you anytime she wants, and she can keep the kisses going for longer. A hand kiss can only last so long, but a kiss on the lips can become a make out session ☝️ She is very familiar with most parts of your body; has kissed your cheek, stroked your back, brushed your hair, held your hand. It's only fair that she gets acquainted with your tongue, as well.

• Irene: cheek/hand

She likes kissing your cheek because it's not a particularly invasive kiss, and it allows for you to easily get away or return her affection. The last thing she wants is make you uncomfortable. Besides, if you happen to blush she can feel it right with her lips.

She likes you kissing her hand because it's not an improper place to kiss someone, and it doesn't attract that much attention from others. And most importantly, she can see you. She can see you kissing her hand, and treasure the memory like one treasures a faded photo. Then, when the kiss stops you can keep holding onto her hand and seal the warmth your lips left there with your fingers.

• Joanna: collarbone/neck

She likes kissing your collarbone because there's a clear line for her to trace with little, sweet pecks, long hot licks, and cheeky, loving bites. She'll cover the distance from one shoulder to another, and with your chest and throat so close by she can hear and feel every little sound she manages to steal from you.

She likes you kissing her neck because she can talk to you. She can whisper in your ear how soft and warm your lips are, and how good you make her feel when you suck on her skin. She can remind you that you're allowed to mark what's yours.

• Vega: inner thigh/spine

She likes kissing and being kissed there because they are intimate places, the kind you don't get to kiss when there are other people around. There aren't that many instances when your face gets close enough to someone else's naked thigh or spine, so when one manages to land a kiss there, it's deliberate and significant.

Just you, her and a sincere display of affection that's meant for no one else and has no aim but to deepen your bond. When you're sitting together in public and she places a hand on the inside of your leg you'll instinctively move your palm to her back. No one else will know what your smiles are about.

• Margot: jaw/forehead

Likes to kiss your jaw because she has a hard time initiating or asking for affection and the jaw is easy to reach whenever someone kisses or hugs her, so it's a perfect spot to show some love to without looking overly eager.

Likes you kissing her forehead because those kisses usually linger, and they also demand you to be close enough for her to kiss your jaw in exchange. She's not sure how to be affectionate without an invitation so her favourite kisses to get are the ones that allow her to show you she loves you too.

• Dawn: temple/chest

Likes to kiss your temple because it allows for both, very intimate kisses when she's holding you close for a long time, lips lingering on the side of your head, and more lighthearted, appropriate, quick-peck-because-we're-in-public kind of ones, but you know the intention behind them nonetheless.

Likes you kissing her chest because, especially for a woman, it's an easy place to sexualize. Someone kissing her chest without making her feel uncomfortable is very meaningful to Dawn.

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Would any of the ROs forgive a cheating MC?

• Abbie: deeply hurt, would only believe it if you confessed yourself. Tries to fix things with you, but would eventually break up your relationship. Your friendship, while still there, would never be the same.

• Irene: if you helped her through her self-esteem issues, she'd call it quits. If not, she's forgiving you and blaming herself for what you did.

• Joanna: hard no. You're dead to her, bitch.

• Vega: uses her head and ends the relationship but still forgives you. No use holding a grudge.

• Margot: would forgive you, but get ready to explain in detail why you did what you did.

• Dawn: doesn't forgive you. May actually slap you if you did it just for sex.

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... I need to know who's a top and who's a bottom

...Okay.

• Abbie: switch

• Irene: bottom

• Joanna: top

• Vega: thinks she's a top, delusional wretch.

• Margot: bottom

• Dawn: out of the room (definitely top energy, though)

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RO Poll

I never asked and I'm quite curious to know which character people found more appealing so...

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I have a tumblr classic, what would abbie's reaction be if she sees a hickey on mc's neck??? Crush and relationship pls 🙏

Oof, this is one of the asks that has been sitting in my inbox for literal months. Sorry Anon.

Anyway, is this the one when it's actually a bug bite or are we cheating? Never mind, I'll go with the bug one. In this blog we're faithful to Abbie, people!

In the crushing stage she'd be first gutted, then relieved after knowing the truth.

In a relationship with MC she'd have zero cheating concerns, so she'd just have fun with it.

Scenes got too long so, under the cut.

• Crushing stage:

You can't remember your time with Abbie ever feeling this tense and uncomfortable. Conversation had flowed as easily as it always does when it's just the two of you, but soon after you sat down in her kitchen you had to prompt the words out of her mouth. She was barely meeting your gaze now.

"Hey, is something the matter?" you ask gently, after a few minutes of weird silence and long looks at your respective beverages. She was not the kind of person to appreciate a forceful approach.

Still, she stiffens.

"No?" she keeps peeking at the now loose scarf around your neck every now and then.

"You don't sound so sure," you try to smile reassuringly. She finally looks at you. Focusing first on your left eye, then the right one.

"Are you seeing someone?" you wouldn't say your jaw drops, but your mouth does open a little without your permission.

"What? No. Of course not."

"So it was just a one time thing?" there's something hopeful about her tone.

"Abbie, what are you on about?" she registers the genuine confusion in your voice for what it is, and suddenly shares the sentiment.

"Your neck. You've got… I thought—"

You groan and your hand instantly flies to the bruising you know to be there, the slap both quelling the itch and making you more aware of it.

"I know! Whatever bit me, the guy from the pharmacy said it's probably a mild allergic reaction to that."

"Aww, I'm sorry," but she looks weirdly pleased. "Let me see?"

When you take your hand away from the spot, she almost knocks over her tea cup as leans over her small table. You mirror her stance by reflex, helpfully craning your neck, tilting your head up and slightly to the side to offer her a better view. Her fingers brush your throat when she removes the scarf completely, revealing a small, white-ish welt, swollen and obviously itchy among all the bruising.

Her thumb brushes the bite, barely even touching your skin but you swallow hard anyway. The movement makes her take her hand away. She's standing up with a cough before you can react, quickly moving to the freezer.

"Some ice might help," she says. You and your flushed face are inclined to agree.

This time you are glad for the pause in conversation, both of you pulling yourselves together. You welcome the sound of the freezer door opening and closing, the rattling of the ice as she breaks it into small, manageable pieces, the smooth sliding of a drawer when she gets a clean cloth to protect your skin from cold burns.

When she stands by your chair she offers you the chilly bundle. Instead of just taking it from her hand, you tilt your head inviting her to press it against your neck. Like a creep. And yet she just follows your silent cue and does just that, as if it's the most natural thing in the world, making herself comfortable in the chair next to you, like she's planning on keeping hold of the improvised ice pack until the swelling goes down.

She reaches out with her other hand to grab her tea, forgotten at the other side of the table, where she had been sitting before. Her jumper rides up when she leans over the table, leaving her hipbone vulnerable to your gaze. You want to offer it shelter with your fingers, but she's soon sitting back again, and the jumper hides the pretty sight.

"I would tell you, you know?" you say after a few minutes, turning your head a little to look at her properly. She hums, questioningly.

"Tell me what?" she takes the cloth away for a second, checking the how the skin is faring. She lets her tea go, using that hand to brush the welt and the sudden infusion of heat on the cold spot almost makes you shiver.

"If I was seeing someone," her fingers freeze for a moment, then the cloth takes their place. "Not that I'm planning on dating anytime soon," you finally raise your arm to hold the cloth, your hand lading over her cold fingers, and closing around them to offer them a little warmth, "I'm very happy with how my life is right now," you highlight the last two words by squeezing her hand and she smiles.

"Yeah," she looks into your eyes. The left one first, then the right. You swear her gaze lowers to your lips before going back up. "Things are really great right now."

• Relationship stage

She opens the door almost before you can finish knocking, a bright smile on her face.

"Hey, you," she's already tugging you in gently by your scarf and closing the door behind you, eager to get you away from the cold. She tugs a little harder to steal a soft kiss from you, longer than you expected; shorter than you were hoping for. "It wasn't raining, was it?"

She pats your arms over your coat, searching for any sign of water despite the shaking of your head.

"No, but you're welcome to check yourself. Thoroughly," you start toeing your shoes off, knowing she isn't fond of people wearing their outdoor shoes in her apartment.

She lifts an unimpressed eyebrow and you respond by grinning playfully and flexing your biceps while her hands are still grabbing onto them. She snorts (you don't have much to flex) but you feel your ego being stroked when her hands squeeze your arms firmly, as if she can't help herself.

She kisses you again, slow and dragged out. You feel her sliding your scarf off as you bring her closer by her hips, hear the soft sound it makes when she lets it drop to the floor, probably on top of your footwear. Her hands unbutton your coat with an instinctive dexterity they are only capable of when she's not thinking at all.

Ego stroked and caressed.

You nibble on her bottom lip, stealing a gasp from her. Her impatience has her fingers finally struggling to undo the last button. You let her hips go to help her with it. She gladly delegates the task, her hands moving up to slide under your coat, palms travelling from your upper chest to your shoulders, where they leave your body to tug at the neck of the garment, silently telling you to take it off as soon as that last, stupid button is finally free.

She sighs against your mouth when she registers the thump of the coat hitting the wooden floor. With it out of the way, her hand lands on the back of your neck. You feel her pulling back, probably intending to take things to her bedroom, or the couch at the very least, but she seems to be unaware that she keeps putting pressure on your nape, dragging you in with her when she starts stepping back.

The sudden movement makes your foot slip, your socks not providing a good grip. Abbie squeals, trying to hold the both of you up, but strength was never one of her talents. You both fall down and all you can do is try not to crush her by sticking out your hand and turning on your side.

"Are you okay?" you ask at the same time, then laugh.

"It's my fault," she chuckles, and turns to look at you, not making an effort to push herself off the floor, "I kinda assaulted you as soon as you came through the door," you see her face abruptly adopting an expression of concern "Did you hit your neck?"

She's immediately sitting up and reaching out to grab your face. You groan, knowing what she's talking about, but sit up too for her benefit. The bruising looks awful, so you get why she's alarmed.

"Nah, it's just a bug bite. It kinda assaulted me, too," her mock wilting stare doesn't deter you from grinning, or her from stroking the skin tenderly. She helps you stand up as she, too, gets to her feet.

"Did you tease it, too?" she mutters to herself. You snort.

Before you know it, you're unfortunately dragged to the kitchen. Goodbye, bedroom. So long, couch.

"It looks way worse than a bug bite has any right to," she says as she gets some ice from the freezer, frowning at the swollen bruise that surrounds a white-ish welt.

"Mild allergy, according to the pharmacist," she hums in sympathy turning to you with several ice cubes in a bowl.

"Let's cool you down, then," you cross your arms.

"I don't wanna cool down," she smiles mischievously when you pout.

"No?" she grabs an ice cube, pressing it directly to your neck.

When you shiver, she takes it away, placing a soft kiss on the same spot, the change of temperature forcing a sharp exhale out of you, her teeth scratching at the irritated skin soothingly.

She pulls back, but just barely, just enough to look comfortably into your eyes with a teasing smile. When she catches your gaze dropping to her lips, she makes a point of putting the ice between her teeth, biting on its edge.

Damn.