What Are The ROs Love Languages?

The pinterest link is on the intro post! :)

Writing Update

I wrote about 1000 words today, which may not be much to some, but I’m very proud of myself! 😊 

Also, I’m making mood boards on pinterest for the MC and ROs. I will post them on the intro post later, if anyone is interested. :)

I’m also thinking of posting some voices for the characters, just for fun. Of course, you’re all free to imagine how each of them sounds!

I was wondering can we be friends with the RO's?🤔(Also love your IF and I'm eating the contents as much as I can because it's delicious😭💕)

Yes! When I first planned out the plot, I never intended for romance to be involved (I'm more into horror and dark fantasy genres). Also, at the time, I didn't know how to write romantic scenes. 😂

So, the routes focused on elements like enemies, hatred, and friendship, with no romance whatsoever. However, after giving it more thought, I decided to incorporate it. You could say it made things more ✨spicier✨.

I also love tropes involving loyal friends/besties. I find them to be wholesome and fun to write.

Thank you so much for the support! I’m so glad you enjoyed the content, despite me not updating much! 💗

Aurelian on a normal day:

YES. 😭

Tsk tsk, the lies that come out of his mouth.

Hello! I've created a Ko-fi page, which I've had for a while but didn't plan on releasing until now.

Please note that there isn't any content available yet, so I recommend holding off on joining if you were hoping for more.

For exclusive content, polls that influence some of the story’s outcomes, (ROs) Q&A, and snippets, I have also set up a Patreon page, but I won't be sharing it until chapter one is released! ✨

However, if you simply wish to show your support, it would be incredibly appreciated! 💗💗

The poll didn't really help with you being conflicted 💀💀50 50 split. Is a thing where wherever u release the prologe that is where u will release everything else?

I know!! 😂

But thankfully, I find a solution, kind of. The prologue will be out on dashingdon and the rest will be on twine!

Sanpha, watch over us (An Ida x F!Leith short)

Their paths had crossed again on a day when the sun dipped below the horizon, and the moon reigned over the sky, casting its pale glow on the world below; on the world that Ida had come to know to mean more than rocks and trees, now including the slope of a nose and the curve of a hip. Lady Leith, lost in her thoughts, found herself seeking refuge beneath an ancient willow, a sacred space where the presence of love was ever palpable for the inhabitants of Riven, who sought such things in the face of everything horrid. Summer was fading now, the chill of the breeze enveloping the hesitance that lived within them both. Here, Ida watched as Leith ran fingers over her lips, contemplating. It had been only a month since they parted on that mission, where everything went wrong and blood had colored their clothes with rust and stain, and yet the kiss they had shared in the face of death had washed it all away.

Would she remember? Was it nothing to her?

Would nothing change?

It was there, beneath the weighing branches, that Leith's eyes met Ida’s again, and it was as if time stood still, and the universe conspired to bring their hearts together, yanking, violently, refusing to settle for a hazed dream behind closed eyes.

In that moment, the weight of their yearning pressed against their chests, like the longing for a season that had yet to arrive.

"Your cherry blossom lips, dewed with the honey I fed to you beneath the tombs of Oakweth,” Ida let her voice float on a cold wind, tender and tentative, “away from the pressures of what yesterday had wrought. How I miss the taste of them." Ida smiled as she approached, hiding her trembling hands with a voice as delicate as the branches that she pushed aside to venture closer.

Leith laughed, her heart caught in her chest. “Your poems had a way of making me… survive.”

“So I hoped. I couldn’t imagine a world-”

“We lived.”

“We did.” And as Ida stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch Leith’s cheek, a surge of energy coursed through their veins, igniting a flame that could not be extinguished.

"Lady Leith, my persimmon. I yearn for autumn in your arms," Ida confessed, half poem, whole truth, her voice trembling with raw desire. “Have me to hold, as I will with you. For whatever time we have, for forever; for now."

In that moment, beneath the sacred tree, their lips met once more, sealing their vows in a violent kiss that trancendended any spoken or written word. Their love, forged in the crucible of yearning, would endure, unyielding and steadfast, like the ancient goddess of union who presided over their love.

Coming soon! (Patreon 14/7)

CHAPTER FOUR COMING FRIDAY TO PATREON! 14/7 🌹

Happy 2nd anniversary ✨ Not sure how time flies quite this fast—but I'm very happy to be doing this. I'm gonna launch my Patreon next week, and then once they've had it for a bit I'll launch it to the public.

Thank you for being here ❤️

I read all your messages, and I cherish every single one.

XOXO

Source (Its so beautiful!!!): https://www.tumblr.com/seungnm/651348946965430272/fonts-used-helvetica-neue-regular-bold-and?source=share

Creator: @seungnm

(Thanks to Lex(1) from discord for sending me this format!)

welcome back! and congratulations 🎉

Thank you! I’m so glad to be back again! 💕

Sigh...I simply can't wait for more!! I know it's not much, but just that first little bit has me intrigued. I want to know who this enigmatic figure is that has set us free and given MC the chance to enact ( or is it exact? hm idk lol) the revenge he's been plotting all these years.

I'm glad it captured your interest, even though the prologue was short. Thank you for your support! 💗

More content is on its way. Chapter 1 is progressing smoothly, although there's a slight delay due to coding and branching. 🥲

You can’t create a ronin werewolf with past trauma and expect me to not draw him lol.

This is my scribble for Kazuo from the @unshackled-if

Really looking forward of meeting him in the story!

(I took some liberty at drawing his hair and scars.)