#ch: arlo/aida
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What is something the MC could do/does that would make the ROs melt?
Arlo/Aida: Literally anything that would suggest MC is into them. A genuine, happy smile would make them feel butterflies every time.
Amelie: When MC showcases their power in a subtle manner. She’ll swoon and be impressed.
Eddie: Will only happen if MC catches them in a good mood, but doing what they say but in an obnoxious, teasing kind of way. MC saying, exaggerating, “Yes, sir/ma’am” or “Anything for you, your highness”, or “okay, boss, please don’t fire me”
The Insurgent: Giving him anything homemade. Or flowers.
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"Arlo/Aida is always feeling some sort of angst at all times now that they're sticking around in the city. The best part is, is that they know the damage they did. And they want to fight it, they want to scream, they want to shake their fist in the air. But they can't. They just have to put up with it. Because they know they hurt MC."
Ooh interesting, so until now that they weren't in the city, they didn't think (want to) of MC and/or the hurt they caused to them? If the mess they are in, didn't happen, would they have come back to MC in future?
"They just have to put up with it" lol when they showed up, since my MC acted cold, they said "I didn't expect this" I headcanon that my MC answered with "And I didn't expect you to disappear without a word." and than E's hand cames and sealed the deal 🤣angst sweet angst🤣
Arlo/Aida did think of MC when they were away, but it's easier to shove the feelings aside when they're not face to face with the consequences of their own actions. It was more of a buzzing sensation when they were gone and now it's like a punch to the gut.
And yes, they would have come back.
Semi-spoilers but it was in a branch that was in the previous Ch 3 version but has since been removed below:
They had actually tried to come back earlier.
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I started writing full scenarios for that one ask but stopped, well, at one.
the RO's are out somewhere that's relatively crowded with mc; how do they react if mc asks when they can go home, and admits that they want to feel their hands on them?
Slightly suggestive underneath:
You pull lightly at the ends of their hair, twirling the soft black strands around your finger. “Let’s go,” you whisper, dragging out the words.
A laughs, smirking back at you, “I know you hate crowds, but I haven’t seen the artist’s new piece yet.” They tug the end of your shirt to pull you in, “you know I’ve been waiting ages for this, please stay.”
It’s their fault, really, that you want to leave. Not that the new exhibit at the museum //isn’t// interesting but it’s their outfit that sticks out to you. They tried to dress down to blend in better with the crowd, change their vampiric-all-black aesthetic since vampires aren’t allowed in this art gallery.
Instead, they dawns a soft forest green button down, a plain white shirt underneath and black jeans. //Jeans.// Never in your undead life did you ever think you’d see A wear jeans and a t-shirt. And it’s doing everything for you.
Your eyes travel up and down their body.
Hair messy and untamed, fly aways in front of their eyes, dark green eyes that are so gorgeously complimented by the sage green button down. Golden piercings that stand out so well with the forest of colors. Their lithe torso that you can see so well because the white tee is so thin, thin enough if you’re looking, which you are. And then the jeans. You have no idea why the jeans are driving you crazy but they are and you’re not sure if you want them on you or just off of them.
So you tug their soft white shirt out from its semi-tucked place in their pants, pulling him close just as he did you. “I’m sorry, A, but I need you to stop focusing on the painting and focus on //me//,” you practically growl.
And that catches their attention. They divert their attention back to you and their pupils are immediately blown. They take in your eyes, your quickening pulse and the quick dart of your tongue to wet your dried lips.
They shake their head at you, biting the top of their lip in restraint. “My absolute favorite weakness, let’s go,” like water, they give so easily to you, immediately grabbing your hand and leading you out the front door. “But I will not be able to make it all the way back,” they say in hushed tones, “not with you looking at me like that.” They run their nails up the side of your neck, brushing over your pulse while leading you to a secluded corner outside.
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I enjoy the thought of having romanced A but after leaving now what my MC craves the most is stability and a sense of security which E supplies. A was probably passionate in ways that E isn't but A leaving kind of soured that for MC so now they can't be with A anymore due to their unreliability and the angst where A is feeling jealous over it so so amazing
But is the grass always greener?
Arlo/Aida is always feeling some sort of angst at all times now that they're sticking around in the city. That's actually what the A their name stands for. Angst. Anxious. Asshole.
The best part is, is that they know the damage they did. And they want to fight it, they want to scream, they want to shake their fist in the air. But they can't. They just have to put up with it. Because they know they hurt MC.
#eddies handon mcs shoulder is like darcy flexing his fist but in the opposite and woarst way possible#ch: arlo/aida#wtb ask
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Did MC decide to call on Amelie for help?
Or did they take up Eddie’s offer instead?
Or perhaps, they couldn’t help but aid their old friend/lover, Arlo/Aida.
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I'm grabbing all these sad losers and throwing an intimate and warm holiday party with them and they can't stop me
WE 👏 WILL 👏 GET OUT 👏 OF DEPRESSION 👏 TOGETHER 👏
Arlo/Aida would tear up.
Eddie would go begrudgingly.
Amelie would help plan it.
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happy holidays! hope you have a good new year as well!
is the club open over new years? how do the ROs typically celebrate new years?
Happy Holidays! ❤️
Thats up to the MC. Eddie would want to because they could pull in a lot of money on tickets.
Amelie celebrates the new years with family.
Eddie doesn’t do anything, they maybe write down a couple of goals for the new year.
Arlo/Aida doesn’t really do anything either, the holidays are actually depressing for them; maybe they’ll go out to a bar. They did enjoy celebrating with the MC when they travelled together, doing whatever traditions MC took on.
#ch: eddie#ch: amelie#ch: arlo/aida#wtb ask#hope everyone has a pleasant new year#celebrating with family or alone#take some time to yourself with a nice fun drink
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I had to re-read the demo now and it's still familiar, true to the initial demo, but refreshed. Still love the tension between A and Eddie, and the sweet sweet angst of A as a former lover. I don't know if this has been pointed out, but I did do a double take. When Halley asks A a bunch of control questions, the first question is their favourite colour. The colour they say, is it based on the MC's eye colour? 👀
For reference I'm romancing A, so I don't know if it would be the same if I weren't, but not a lot of people have "gray" as their favourite colour and it happen to be the eye colour I chose.
I also want to wring Hale's neck highly suspect Hale is pitting the hunters, vamps and weres against each other... Unless they work for the hunters.
Yeah!! It is based on MC’s eye color, I’m so happy you caught that! There are a couple of other instances where you might be able to catch that too.
And Hale is definitely a fishy one, I’d keep my good eye out on him.
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Im rereading the demo again, cause its sooooo good👌
& am wondering...nsfw ask bellow
would the ro let mc bite them during sex & let them drink from them?
you described in the scene with atlas that we have venom that is making the bitten one addicted/wanting the one who bites them. I really like this concept, specially thinking about bitting the ros😈 but what's the lore for different species?
I've kinda answered this before... but it wasn't in this particular context.
Answer below, not really nsfw but just in case:
Amelie is into biting, but not breaking skin. That, and the fact that hunter blood is poisonous to vampires, she would not let MC drink from her.
Eddie wouldn't mind breaking skin, but same as hunter's blood, werewolf blood is not good for vampires. So, unfortunately, Eddie would say no drinking.
Arlo/Aida, on the other end of the spectrum, loves receiving bite marks. They would let MC drink from them if the moment was right, something romantic and emotional, or maybe if they were just really, really into the moment.
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can you give us some incorrect WTS quotes to satisfy your dialogue cravings? :)
I’m not funny enough to think of any on my own so I’ve taken from here and here!
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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*
Eddie: Rude.
Arlo/Aida: That's fair.
MC: Not again.
Amelie: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?
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Amelie & MC in the back of Eddie’s car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!
Arlo/Aida: We have food at home.
Eddie: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough*
Amelie & MC: YAYYYYYY!
Eddie: *orders one black coffee and leaves*
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MC: Tonight, one of you will betray us.
Amelie: Is it me, MC?
MC: No, it’s not you.
Eddie: Is it me, MC?
MC: It’s not you either.
Arlo/Aida: Is it me, MC?
MC:
MC, mockingly: Is IT mE, MC?
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Eddie: Everyone synchronise your watches.
MC: I don't know how to do that.
Amelie: I don't wear a watch.
Arlo/Aida: Time is a construct.
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Arlo/Aida, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-
Amelie, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?
MC, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.
Eddie, appalled: Call the exorcist.
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Eddie: That's ridiculous, MC doesn't have a crush on me.
Arlo/Aida: Yes they do.
Amelie: Yes they do.
MC: Yes I do.
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Arlo/Aida: You have friends and I envy that.
MC: You're welcome to share my friends.
Arlo/Aida: *looks at Amelie and Eddie*
Arlo/Aida: I don't want those.
#hopefully this is what you meant lol#wtb ask#ch: arlo/aida#ch: amelie#ch: eddie#wait did you mean WTB?#whats WTS
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I just got a random spark of inspiration and remembered that someone, probably at least 6 months ago, requested a POV of Arlo/Aida reuniting with MC.
So here's some content!
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A man bumps into them, though they do nothing. They can’t. Not when their mind is no longer their own. It’s victim to the room, the crowd, the noises, the sounds.
The expectations. Their failure. Their fear.
The room spins.
How long has it been?
It tilts left and right, left and right.
Will you even remember them?
It sways back and forth, back and forth.
They’re going to throw up- it’s going to happen. This was a mistake, they should leave.
Mistake mistake mistake-
Then a familiar scent.
The room stills.
It’s you.
Everything around them falls away, the people, the lights, it’s as if everything parts for them as they’re pulled towards you. Their mind is still not their own, hand coming up to touch you.
See if this is real.
If you’re real.
Warm. So warm.
Every feeling in their body stops as they watch you turn and look at them.
Their heart stops beating and their mind stops thinking. Everything goes blank until they’re called back. Back from their plummet, back from their spiral. You say their name and they’re called back. So they respond with the one thing they know, the only thing they’ve ever known.
“$name,” they whisper.
And then your name isn’t enough. Please, please, let them touch you.
Their hand comes up, brushing against your face and everything, everything comes back. The pain, the loss, the love. It comes boiling back up, tight in their throat, knotted in their chest.
When you don’t recoil they can’t believe it. So they map out every feature on your face that they know still almost better than their own. They drink in your eyes, drowning themself in it. They climb the ridge of your nose, taking their time, the edges of your cheeks, the bumps of your brows. The colors of your hair. Every imperfection, every perfection, you're still perfect.
It’s not enough, not enough time to remember everything they might’ve forgotten, that they never want to forget again.
When your eyes close their heart clenches with regret. Guilt. Self hatred. Please don’t- Please, they beg internally, please.
And then you finally react.
#wtb prompt#ch: arlo/aida#might be on a break from the story#but i wont shy away from random writing inspiration
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If you say you’re not sure if your friends with A anymore does that immediately nuke their relationships?
You shall have to wait and see ✨
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Is A good at the internet? Like using Instagram, google maps etc?
A can figure their way around the internet pretty well.
I could see A having a faceless Instagram that’s super aesthetic-ie and popular but they lose their phone so much that posts are infrequent
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Just played the demo and really enjoyed it! I’m excited to see more of A because I’m weak as hell for ex-lover/friend RO in games since those are always a good source of angst
Thanks for reading! I’m happy to hear you liked it 😊
I think you’ll enjoy what happens in the next chapter
#an anon once called my writing angsty#and I’m not sure if they meant ALL of my writing or just certain scenes#regardless tho#I’m glad people like it!#ch: arlo/aida#wtb ask
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Just added this song to Arlo/Aida’s playlist 😭
#if anyone wants their heart to turn like mine#imagining them fighting but still loving each other but not reconciling but but but#ch: arlo/aida#watertobloodif
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A, song 3
Night Drive - HENRY
I want you so bad.
So… this song is nsfw. And I just happened to write an nsfw scene with this song in mind, like months ago.
Therefore, I’ll share the start of it:
It’s clumsy, desperate, their hands are on your face but it’s not enough. The back of your neck, your clothes, your waist. Anything, anything to bring you closer. They cling to you, needing you so badly.
You’re just as wanting, hand pulling at their hair, pulling the groans out of their throat. Their waist, the hem of their pants, their belt. Your bodies are as close as they can get while sitting.
Their lips are soft under your bite, pliable as their mouth opens for you. Tongue on tongue, it’s wet, sloppy.
But you need more.
Their mouth leaves yours and you almost growl with frustration, but the growl melts into a pant as they suck on your neck. Your jaw. Your ear. Their hand kneads into your thigh, fostering the heat that steadily grows in you.
Nails, almost claws, dig into their back, serving only to spur them on. But it’s not enough, still not enough.
You tear their shirt, grabbing the cloth on either shoulder and tearing with the same fervor burning within you. Buttons fly off, scattering on the floor. Your hands travel to their bare stomach, running up and down the warm skin, spurring on a breathy moan from them. In thanks, they run their tongue along your neck before pulling back and looking at you with bloodshot eyes.
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