#but the fact MC is wearing this black tank and jeans to EVERY EVENT is BS

[garashir]

the royal romance is so funny to me because why is house beaumount not paying for all MC’s event appropriate outfits since she is competing for the benefit of their house like SORRY but I am not forking over the money for any of these on a waitress salary

[lureofthegallowsgame]

Please I need more facts about the new ROs dear author 🙏

I’ve been slowly chipping away this ask, so I hope this answers it well enough! This is everything so far confirmed either through the blog or the public Discord, and a few extra little tidbits for fun, too. :)

Finley ‘Fin’ Ramsey || 19 || They/Them || Human

Description: Average height (5’7”) and lean build. Short dark curls that brush the top of their collar. Olive-toned skin. Round face with soft, chubby cheeks. Kind dark brown eyes.  Wears oversized, casual clothing with many layers: graphic t-shirts, jackets/sweaters, sweatpants, and black platform boots with two-inch soles.

Born and raised in Melchior, Oregon, Fin is the only child of a single mother and works in a cafe when the events of the game start.

The Naturalist is their best friend since the age of five :)

Ambrose Solomon || 21 || He/Him || Light Manipulator

Description: Tall (6’3”) and muscular build. Carefully trimmed pale blond curls. Bronze skin with sun-freckles. Sharp jaw and cheekbones. Wary dark eyes. Wears professional, practical clothing: dark button-down shirt, black sports jacket and trousers, black boots.

As a child, he worked in traveling circuses with his twin sister, Pandora. There is a short story (maybe two?) circulating out there about this. He was tutored and raised by the acrobats that helped him with his performance.

He has a tempestuous relationship with espresso and the baristas that have served him, but he still tips them a few bucks every time though.

He already has a cameo in the original Dashingdon demo in Chapter Four.

Luna Morales || 20 || She/Her || Shapeshifter

Description: Short (5’2”) and athletic, buff build. Shoulder-length light brown kinky hair with blonde highlights. Light brown skin. Defined jawline and round cheeks. Piercing dark hazel eyes. Wears sleek, nondescript clothing: plain black tank-top, long black leggings, and black sneakers.

She has three sisters (two older and one younger).

She is a phoenix.

Jules Pearce || Unknown || He/They || Vampire

Description: Tall (6’6”) and broad build. Thick, wavy dark brown hair that falls just past their shoulders, usually pulled back from his face. Dark brown skin freckled with beauty marks. A notable circular burn scar the size of a quarter on his right temple. Soft jawline and hollowed cheeks. Dark eyes with a vampiric red ring around the irises. Wears unremarkable clothing that blends into their environment well, but prefers bright colors.

He had two older brothers and a younger sister before his transition into vampirism.

They’re fairly clumsy despite being considered a ‘dangerous predator’ and he tries to play it off, but his inner circle knows better

They also have a cameo in Chapter Four of the Dashingdon demo alongside Ambrose

Hazel Hudson || 19 || She/Her || Shapeshifter

Description: Tall (6’0”) and muscular, broad build. Curly, short cropped dark hair styled back from her face. Sun-freckled light skin. A defined jawline and high cheekbones. Piercing green eyes. Wears soft, comfortable clothing: colorful t-shirts and sweaters, cargo pants with home-sewn patches, and worn sneakers.

Technically an only child but she was raised with other shifter kids her age and has a friend she considers to be a brother.

Identifies as a lesbian, and is only a romance option for MCs that identify with she/her pronouns.

She is a werewolf, and is sponsored by her Alpha as a potential candidate to take over leadership of the Pacific Western Pack.

Faye Cathal || 20 || She/Her || Banshee

Description: Short (5’0”) and stocky build. Long black hair braided back into a bun. Clear, light skin. A soft, heart-shaped face and high cheekbones. Bright, lively black eyes. Wears bright, fashionable clothing: jumpsuits and rompers, crop tops and high-rise ripped jeans, chunky-heeled boots.

As clumsy as Jules is, especially when it comes to hand-eye coordination like catching things, except she likes to joke about it. (“If I was drowning in the sea, I would miss the lifesaver thrown in to help me by a mile.”)

She has a very sly smile that always throws off the people around her. Looks are deceiving, and she loves defying expectations.

[firefly-hwufanficwriter-blog]

(Fanfic) Drake’s Stupid Heart 29

November 25, 2017, Saturday [#362]

My masterlists: [Fanfiction.] [Fan edits.]

Title: Drake’s Stupid Heart (Chapter 29) (MC/Drake)

Chapter Twenty-Nine summary: At the beach, Drake is preparing the picnic table, but is distracted by Riley’s new outfit.

Story summary: It wasn’t Drake’s fault that he fell in love with a foreigner who somehow got herself in the running to be the future queen of Cordonia. He had his stupid heart to blame for that.

Links to previous TWENTY-EIGHT (28) chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09] [**10**] [**11**] [**12**] [**13**] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28]

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A New Outfit

“Drake? What are you doing here? Maxwell, didn’t you leave with Bertrand? And shouldn’t there be other people? Like... an actual crew?”

With one last pull, the sailor’s knot was in place, and after giving the rope an experimental tug to check that it would hold, Drake straightened up and smirked.

“Yeah, Maxwell. What happened?”

“Well... I have good news and bad news.”

Drake observed that Maxwell was trying to seem brave and unconcerned as he told Riley that the crew had backed out, but his eyes shifted to the side, reflecting both guilt and embarrassment. As a noble, Maxwell wasn’t used to public humiliation, and Drake was glad that he could help spare him that.

“...In fact, Drake volunteered to help out!”

Riley raised an eyebrow. “He ‘volunteered?’”

Her wry comment made him smile. It made Drake feel like Riley knew him... and that wasn’t a bad thought at all.

After the boat race, Drake headed for the picnic area, where he helped the servers unload the American food Liam had instructed the chefs to prepare.

Almost drooling at the tantalizing, delicious smells of chicken kebabs, beef brisket, and other mouthwatering dishes, Drake set down the platter of glazed baby back ribs in a position of honor in the very middle of the table. Suddenly, he heard some familiar voices, but when he looked up, he only saw... her.

Having been employed as a waitress until very recently, Riley’s financial limitations often showed in her fashion choices. She wore the same bluebell dress to the parties and balls, the same black tank top and blue jeans to outdoor events, and she was wearing a heavy winter coat as she foolishly went after Drake in that blizzard.

Those were the only three outfits Drake could recall Riley wearing in Cordonia. And, with her having to be in the public eye as a royal suitor, she was modest and sensible in her appearance most of the time, but she must have heard that the beach party was a “no press” event, because...

Don’t be an idiot, Drake. You’re at the beach. Of course she was going to change into a swimsuit.

It was just that... Drake hadn’t expected her to wear a bikini that was teasingly covered up in an translucent aquamarine wrap that shimmered as she moved. Tiny seashells were sewn into a deep neckline that ended below the middle of her chest, but above her bellybutton, drawing attention to the stylish white bikini that contrasted beautifully with her dark skin.

The aquamarine wrap was tied around the waist, and ended just a couple of inches below her bikini, the strong breeze at the beach making the hem flap up every so often, catching Drake’s eye as he peeked at the longest, most beautiful set of legs he had ever seen on a woman.

And, in Drake’s heart and mind, a door was very firmly closed.

No.

Not a sister.

(End of Chapter Twenty-Nine.) (Word count: 499 words.)

Chapter Twenty-Nine notes: (B01-C09C10.) In Chapter Twenty-Four, Drake thinks of Riley as a sister because the only other woman he has been this protective of is Savannah 🤔 And in Chapter Twenty-Seven, Drake tells Liam the same thing... that he sees Riley has a sister. But NOW, as of this chapter (Chapter Twenty-Nine), we have finally ESCAPED the dreaded family zone! 😁 Hooray! 😋

Author’s note: By the way, receiving 🦄🦄 comments 🦄🦄 on my fanfiction lets me know that YOU are interested in reading more... 😊😎 Nudge nudge, wink wink 😀😋

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 25/11/17.)

[alanakusumas]

A Shirt Dilemma (Sweet Treats Pt.2)

Fandom: Endless Summer Pairing: Jake x F/MC Word Count: 1202 Summary: After a not-so-quiet night in, Jake decides to generously do MC a favour and do the small amount of laundry she has.  Little does he know, MC is broke and can’t afford anything else besides that crusty musty red tank top.  can somebody please buy her more clothes aka diamonds

Previously on Sweet Treats, Now Gimme the Deets... Part 1

“That was…something else.”

“You’re something else.”

The memory of last night, and Jake sweetly mumbling those three words to you, swim in your mind.  Giddiness tingles you all over as you wake, familiarizing yourself with the beating hot sun rays that pour into your hotel room early in the morning.  You can’t help but bite on your bottom lip and curl up into a ball of happiness; overwhelmed by the sea of events which occurred last night, and led you crashing to where you are in this very moment.  

You slept with Jake McKenzie.

You.  Jake. Slept together.  

Holy hell.  You SLEPT with Jacob Lucas McKenzie.  

Quinn and Michelle would DIE if they ever find out.

A little voice inside of you silently thanks the Watchers for not interrupting your evening with Jake.

Speaking of Jake, his presence was nowhere to be found. You extend your arm to reach over for him, but all you’re welcomed with is the empty space beside you in your ruffled queen-sized bed.  You suddenly jerk up, alarmed by his absence.  Did he leave without letting you know? Or did something worse happen?  

Frantically, as you’re about to swing yourself out of bed, an all-too familiar voice calls out to you from the bathroom.  

“Finally waking up, Princess?”

His voice put you at ease, but seeing him saunter into your room, making his way towards you, that made you feel at home.  Jake’s hair was slightly damp – probably from a steamy morning shower – and droplets of water slid down his neck and onto his body; the sunlight reflecting the water and radiating the taunt muscle you welcomingly ran your fingers down the night before.  

You grin at the sight of him.  “I never knew you were a morning person.”

“And I never knew you were such a sleepyhead,” He climbs onto your bed and hovers over you for a second, before planting a quick peck on your forehead, nose, then pressing his lips softly against yours.  Jake’s kisses drive you off the edge.  You daintily tilt your head back to admire every little detail of the man right above you: The way his strands of brown hair sweep over his cheek; the five ‘o’clock shadow he keeps so consistently; his piercing blue eyes sharp enough to capture anybody’s attention; but most importantly, how those eyes dilate simply by lingering over your presence.  

“I want this moment forever – just you and me, forgetting that anything else beyond this room exists,” You whisper in his ear.

“Me too,” He mumbles, “But breakfast is waiting.”  He gives your neck a quick peck before letting out an exasperated sign, pushing himself off of you.  “We’ll come back tonight?” He beams.

“Lookin’ forward to it.” You return his smile and reach below the bed to pick up your jeans.  Whilst tugging them on, you scan the room for that familiar red tank of yours, only to discover that it’s nowhere….to be…found.  

“Hey, have you seen my shirt?”

“Yeah, I threw it in the wash with the rest of my black t-shirts this morning. It’s about time you changed into something else, you’ve been wearing it everyday.”

You cock an eyebrow at Jake.  “And you didn’t think of washing my jeans as well?”  

“…You never changed your pants either?”

“I was a little preoccupied with not getting myself killed these last few days.”

He lets out a little sigh, probably disappointed at how everyone’s hygiene level has consistently declined upon arriving in La Huerta.  “Well, I don’t know what you want me to do, Princess. Can’t you pick something else out of your suitcase?”

You sigh in defeat.  “I would, except this all costs diamonds,” You mutter under your breath.

Jake takes a step back in confusion.  “What?”

“What?”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Jake shoots you a suspicious look, and you match that exact same expression, careful of your slip-up.  Silence lingers around the atmosphere as you both brainstorm what the next optimal option would be.  You could walk out…in your swimsuit.  You could…wait for your shirt to dry.  You sneak a glance at your lover as you brainstorm, watching him drape another one of his shirts over himself.  It’s a little weird, but also impressive how he manages to own so many replicas of the same outfit.  It makes you wonder if he –

Ding!  A lightbulb goes off in your head.

“Give me your shirt.”

Jake stops halfway and the corners of his lips lift up, grinning at you.

“Well geez, Princess.  If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could have just asked instead of taking it away.”

His comment receives an eyeroll from you.  “It only seems fair.  After all, someone took mine.”

The pilot cocks an eyebrows at you, before tossing his shirt over, which you catch mid-air.  You swiftly slip his black tee on, tucking it into your jeans so it gives off that “baggy t-shirt” look.  “Thanks.” You answer.  “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Jake snickers.  “Not as hard as –“

“Aaaand that’s my cue to leave.”  You scootch out of the wrinkled sheets in your bed and saunter to the doorway.  “I’ll meet you downstairs?”  

“Yep,” He mutters, “I’ll find you…after I find myself a shirt.”

“Just - you know, come down without a shirt on,” A mischievous smile grows on your face, but you don’t let Jake see it as you continue to confidently strut out the door, little black shirt and all.  Everybody needs a basic look. 

“Yeah, I don’t think the rest of the gang will appreciate tha –“

Click!

The door shuts behind you, cutting Jake’s last words off as you head towards the elevator.  You should seriously invest on more clothes, but it’s not your fault you’re a broke student.

While you wait for the elevator to arrive on your floor, you daydream of the string of events that can occur on this dazzling, sunny day.  Would the team discover new leads?  Any fights going to break out?  Is anybody going to confess anything new, now that the apocalypse is near? And how long can you hold out from Diego, Michelle, and Quinn, before you have to spill the deets about your late-night rendezvous with a certain pilot of theirs?  

Little did you know, you needn’t look any further to find the answer to your last thought.  As the elevator doors open, out reveals a woman adorned in her signature millennial pink; makeup done flawlessly, with those typical blonde ombre curls bouncing off her shoulders.

“Oh!  ...Hey Michelle.”  Your attempt to hide the sheepish tone in your voice fails. 

Michelle looks a little fatigued.  Her eyes are half-closed, yet they still dart at your change of shirt, and a smirk creeps across her face.  “Morning.” She greets you slyly.

You step into the elevator, breathing in the tense air which surrounds you and the one girl who urged you to sleep with Jake a few evenings ago.  She knows, she definitely knows. You’re just waiting for her to say something.  You know for a FACT she will before the elevators reach the dining room floor.  The only concern is when in the immediate future will the question arise –“

“So how was the sex?”

Ugh.

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To be continued...