After Seeing Margaret Birthday Thing. I Gotta Know When The Other Ro's Birthdays Are. Looking Forward

After seeing Margaret birthday thing. I gotta know when the other Ro's birthdays are. Looking forward to seeing theirs

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💙 ROSEMARY

Rosemary's eyes caught the mark right as you walked through the door, and she felt all the air leave her lungs. 

What did I suspect? MC is amazing; of course, they found someone. 

Rosemary bit her lip and turned away from the room. She walked out the door, the sound of her steps grounding her. 

She swallowed her disappointment and sadness. Rosemary felt her heart clench as her thoughts ran to someone touching you. feeling your warmth and how she longed for that to be her, but it was too late. She would just have to accept that. 

I shouldn't even be upset. We aren't together, even if I thought maybe—never mind all that. It was a stupid dream. MC deserves someone good and whole. Someone alive. Not broken and dead. 

Rosemary let out a shaky breath, trying to keep his voice out of her head. 

Who could truly ever love someone as useless as you? 

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Rosemary!" 

Your voice rang out in the room like a bell, and Rosemary froze before putting on a fake smile that she was used to wearing. 

"What can I do for you, dollface/angelface/handsome?" 

Your hand reached to your neck, rubbing it, and Rosemary spotted another hickey. 

Her heart clenched as she stared out the window that you were both looking through, wishing to the stairs for this painful feeling to go away. 

"How are you not covered in these things?" You asked, and Rosemary snapped her head towards to look to see you pointing a finger at your love bite. 

Rosemary stayed very still, keeping her composure; however, inside, she was having a mental battle. 

Is MC asking me why I'm not covered in love bites? 

Rosemary gripped the side of her dress; it was all so cruel. Were you gloating or just asking an innocent question? 

With pursued lips, Rosemary spoke. "I suppose I am not that lucky; a lady gets tired of bothersome affection." She did not mean for the words to come out with so much acid, but they did, and there was no taking it back now. 

You look a little befuddled. "What does being a lady have to do with bug bites?" 

Rosemary's mind comes to a stop at the mention of bug bites. "Excuse me?" 

You point your finger at your mark again. "What does having to be a lady have to do with bug bites?" 

Is it a bug bite? 

Rosemary felt her heart leap and reached towards you to... Hug you? Confess? Kiss you? 

She didn't have a chance to do any of that, as your aunt Zinnia called for you, making you turn away from her. 

"Coming!" You yelled down the stairs and then turned towards Rosemary. "I'll talk to you later, Rosemary!"

Rosemary was left fanning her face with her hand and thanking the stars. 

🩵 TAI

You were in his clinic, giving him a delivery, when he saw it. Tai would have been able to do his witty banter, but with his attention on your mark, he was quite lacking.

Is that a hickey? 

Tai blinked back out of his thoughts when you reached out for him, questioning if everything was alright. 

"Tai? Are you okay? You just kind of zoned out."

Tai snatched his arm back from your touch as if he were burned, earning him a concerned look from you. 

I'm so damn foolish. 

Tai knows it was illogical, but he felt anger build inside him, and even in that moment, he knew it wasn't directed at you but at himself for letting his infatuation for you get out of hand. 

Although he had to let that anger out, you were right there, parading your lover's mark right in front of him. 

"Oh, in a rush? Sorry that this is such a hassle for you; maybe it would be best for you to leave." 

Before you could even utter a sentence, he had already shut the door in your face, not listening to your shouts from the other side, and soon they seemed to disappear. 

I am a complete fool. 

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Tai avoided you like the plague, but even though you were miles away from him, he still couldn't get you out of his head, no matter what he tried. 

Tai grimaced as you walked into the door of his clinic, his eyes trying to scan you, when he noticed another love bite on your neck. 

"What do you want, Oleander?" Tai said in a dead tone, which you seemed not to notice as you touched your neck, seemingly distracted. 

Another hickey? Oh, I'm sure MC has a lot on their mind. 

"Uh, I don't know if you can even help me, but..." You began to feel a little embarrassed, and Tai just gave you an unblinking look, his face as blank as always. "Can you give me a prescription for some kind of itching medication? This bug bite is killing me." 

Tai doesn't blink; his eyes trained on the "hickey," and he narrowed his eyes. "Bug bite?" Tai crossed his arms, not ready to believe this excuse that you were making up. "You were bitten by a mosquito on your neck?" 

Completely missing Tai's skeptical tone, you nodded your head, leaning against the counter and absently scratching an itch. "I know, right? Our bugzapper broke, and the one Aunt Zinnia bought online isn't here yet." 

Now that Tai was getting a better look at it, it did look a lot like a bug bite. He uncrossed his arm and said it in a softer tone. "Peppermint. Mosquitos hate peppermint." 

You perked up. "Really? I think Aunt Zinnia has some peppermint oil! Thanks, doc!" You start to hurry out the door a little pep in your step. 

Tai just stood there processing what happened, and his chest filled up with relief.

💛 MARCEL

The moment Marcel saw the mark, he felt a pit in his stomach start to form, although a smile was still on his face, and you were none the wiser as you talked.

I'm jumping to conclusions. MC wouldn't: But the more he stared at the mark on your neck, the more the smile would start to slip, making you question it.

"Marcel, are you okay?"

Marcel's head snapped up, and the smile was back in place. "I'm just feeling a little under the weather."

Before you could say anything, Marcel was walking briskly out the door, his thoughts racing as he closed the door to a private area behind him, falling to the floor.

Stop. MC already has someone. No use getting upset over it; they are happy, so I should be happy for them. I could make myself happy for MC. 

Marcel bit his lip, got off the floor, and went over to the mirror, making himself smile as he said it in a cracked, fake, happy voice.

"Hey MC!"

Needs work, but I can pretend to be happy until I am.

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"Hey, Marcel!" You called from your bedroom. and Marcel cringed a little as he slowly made his way towards your bedroom, putting a smile on his face as he walked to the door.

Be happy. Be happy. Be happy.

''Yes, MC? Is there something I can do for you?"

Marcel asked, praising himself when his voice didn't come out in a desperate sob but rather in a charming tone.

You tried to hit one of the mosquitoes on the desk with your hand, and even though it was quite gross, the anger you felt for those little bastards was greater. 

"Can you go get me a fly swatter?

''Ah, do you have pesky bugs that need attending to?" Marcel asked, his eyes gleaming as he watched you try to kill another bug on your lap. The action looked more like an intrepid dance than killing a bug.

You gave him a look. A look only you could give him, and he cursed himself for those eyes, still making his knees weak.

MC is with someone. MC is with someone. Someone who isn't you.

"You have no idea! They made me a buffet last night." You pointed to your neck where the "hickey" was, and Marcel's eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Those are bug bites?" Marcel asked slowly, hope bubbling in his chest.

You gave him a weird look. "Uh, yeah, what did you think they were?"

Marcel started to laugh, the hope just spilling out of him in a gasp of breath that left you asking questions that Marcel couldn't answer at the moment.

I guess I was jumping to conclusions.

❤️ OWEN

Owen was so sure you were serious that it wasn't a game, but...maybe he just let the feeling clouded his judgment.

Owen tried to look anywhere but the new asseroery on your neck but it was hard as he bit his tongue. He just wanted to know why you changed your mind, if it was all a game, or maybe you just met someone better. It was a high possibility and with the mark on your neck.

Oh God, Agate was going to have a field day with this.

You looked at Owen across the table, In concern a teacup in your hand. "You alright Owen? You grip that tea cup any harder and it might break."

Just leave it alone. Just leave it alone.

"So ye found someone to keep your bed warm at night?" Owen asked, his tone usually softer.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion to ask him who or what he was referring to before he cut you off.

"I'm just guessing from that-" Owen said, pointing towards your "hickey."

Just leave it alone. They are probably happier. Hell, if the mark is any indication, they are fine, but....if I just had another chance to prove...

"I just want you to know there is someone else out there too.....if you would have them."

Owen's gaze remained fixed on yours, and he was aware that he wasn't being particularly passive, but that wasn't his style to begin with. But even he understood it was too perilous to give out a full confession, so he opted for the word "someone" rather than himself.

Please let me be that someone.

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"Owen?" 

"Yes?" Owen asked, his voice barely audible. 

Your eyes flashed with hesitation. "What are you talking about?"

Owen gulped through his dry mouth. "Listen, lass/duck/lad, all I'm saying is that I'm here for whatever you need as a brother, mate, or something more." 

Owen gave your hand a gentle squeeze, so you could pull away at any moment, but you just held on tighter. Owen looked down at your hands, and his breathing seemed to become more even. 

"....something more." You said the words slowly like they were foreign. Your heart beat in your chest and the prospect, you leaned over closed, and Owen held his breath. However, there was a question on the edge of your tongue that you couldn't ignore. "What brought this on? What do you mean about someone in my bed?" 

Owen ran a hand through his hair. "You don't have to lie to me. I saw your love bite." 

Your eyes widen, and your hand reaches instinctively toward your neck. "What?" You remembered the mosquito bite as a familiar itch. "Oh Owen, this isn't a hickey; it's a mosquito bite." 

Owen blinked in surprise; his eyes widened, and a pink tint rose to his cheeks as he looked closer. "Ah. I see that it is." He was so caught off guard that you felt the genuine relief come off him in waves. 

The redhead got up and leaned over you, cornering you like you were prey, but you weren't scared. On the contrary, you felt quite secure when he looked at you with sincere eyes. 

"So...can I be that someone?" 

💚 ZANE

Zane's eyes always seemed to roam your body from head to toe whenever you walked into a room. 

Lips. Legs. Torso. 

He always seemed to try and figure out if anything was different, but when your hand kept going to your neck, that was what his eyes went to in a flash. 

Then, his whole world came crumbling down. 

Something bubbled up inside him—a familiar feeling he knew all too well, boiling rage. He wanted to laugh hysterically, cry, and shout all at the same time. 

Because it was all so stupid. It really was. You weren't even important. but you were. Hell, you were the most important thing to him, and you weren't even his to begin with. 

Before you knew it, you were being pulled into the other room, the door slamming behind you, making you jump. "What the hell, Zane?" 

"Who?" 

You crossed your arms; Zane's back was to you, but there was a coldness in the room that you couldn't quite comprehend. 

"Zane, you better start making sense." 

Zane whirled around, and your eyes widened at Zane's expression of hurt and hunger combined. You had to take a step back. 

Shadows are wiped out of the corners of the room, and before you know it, you're pressed against the wall, the tentacles trailing your body, leaving you with a feeling of hot pleasure. 

A tentacle grabbed your chin, tilting it to the side surprisingly gently. "Who did that to you?" 

You struggled against the shadows. "Did what, Zane?!" You asked, and you knew he wouldn't hurt you. Not this, Zane. Not you, Zane. 

"Who did you let suck on your damn neck?" Zane looked straight into your eyes, and all you saw was raw sadness staring back at you. 

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You shook your head when the realization hit you. "Zane, this isn't a hickey; it's a mosquito bite." 

Zane stopped and looked into your eyes, narrowing his own, and he must have seen the truth behind your statement because the shadows relaxed around you. 

"A mosquito bite," Zane said each word carefully, and relief hit him like a ton of bricks. 

An urge hit Zane like an animal instinct to mark you with whatever he could, although he settled on his lips. 

You nodded. "I would never. I mean, that is to say that I-" Your words died in your mouth when the shadows wrapped around you in just the right way, and Zane's mouth was on your neck. 

"Zane?" Your voice came out hoarse, and Zane chuckled. 

"I need to mark you to make sure everyone knows you're mine." 

🧡 MARGARET

Margaret felt her heart break when she saw the mark, her hands in fist as she tried not to cry. 

She thought that you—well,  she guessed it didn't matter what she thought because you already had a lover. 

It's okay. It's okay. 

Margaret repeated In her head as you spoke, clearly concerned. 

"Margaret, is everything alright?" You asked, coming closer to put a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her. 

"You have a mark." She said, her voice barely above a whisper as she pointed to your neck.

"Oh yeah." You said it in a sheepish tone. "It's a-" 

"I think I have some kind of ointment I can give you," Margaret said, turning away from you to go get the ointment her voice tighter than normal.

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Margaret waited; she waited for you to bring up this new lover. For at least Camila to spill something but nothing. 

Did you not trust her? Did you think she would get upset? Did you know about her crush on you?

It hurt like nothing before that you were already taken, but the more she thought about it, the more she just wished for your happiness. It was selfish not to trust her as a friend, and now that rooted self-doubt right into her heart. 

When you came in with another mark, she turned away. 

"Hey, Margaret, can I have some more of that ointment for this bug bite?" 

Margaret's whole world stopped as she slowly turned around to face you, her mouth finally working after what felt like a minute. 

"Your....what?" 

"My bug bite." You said, while absently scratching it, and Margaret couldn't help the smile that etched itself across her face. 

Hope filled her to the brim as she vibrated with happiness. Now, really looking at the "love bite," it did look like a bug bite. 

"I will get right on that!" Margaret said with a smile. 

how would the RO's react if it was the MC who got amnesia and couldn't remember them/being in a relationship with them?

💛 Marcel

Marcel would fight tooth and nail for your relationship. Marcel would nag doctors (human and supernatural) till he found you a cure. He would tell you all about your dates and bring you pictures that you took together. Anything he could think of that would make you remember.

🧡 Margaret

Margaret would be like Marcel and would try to make you remember by telling you things about the places you visited together, how you made her feel, and anything she could think of.

❤️ Owen

Owen would try to stay away but couldn't. It all hurt too much, but at the same time, you were too much to ignore, so he would be with you. And try to build your relationship again, but I have not told you about your relationship before. He wants you to choose him out of love and not out of obligation. 

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary couldn't do it. Trust me, she would try, but in the end, she would stay away. The way you reacted to her touch was like it was unfamiliar. The way you looked at her made you look at her like a stranger. No, she wasn't strong enough, so in the end, she would leave you, not only for her but because she felt like she was making you live in the past when you needed to focus on the future.

🩵 Tai

Tai would not stop working until he found you a cure. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't sleep (not that he did that in the first place). He couldn't function without you, so he had to make you better. Make you remember.

💚 Zane

Whoever did this to you would be dead. He couldn't live without you, and whoever did this to you was going to pay. Nobody would be able to stop him. If you were to ever reclaim your memory, he wouldn't be the same person you remembered. 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The Wayhaven Chronicles Book Four - Demo One

The Wayhaven Chronicles: Book Four

A change of career, a deepening romance, and barely any time off from training makes for a hectic time for your character!

It would be a shame if something else were added to that ever-growing pile…

But it seems the chance for a break is fast vanishing as something stirs beneath the ground of Wayhaven.

Something old.

Something powerful.

Something with a very keen interest in you.

Delve into Wayhaven once again, where a new powerful enemy is not only unleashed upon the town, but unleashes something wholly unexpected on you!

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Here it is! The first demo for Book Four!!!! I'm so excited to share this with you, I really hope you enjoy it as much as I loved creating it, and I hope it teases what is yet to come! Book Four really feels like something special! https://dashingdon.com/play/seraphinite/the-wayhaven-chronicles-book-four-demo/mygame/

When I said Old Bertha is old...I mean OLD

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What doesn't work:

- seat belts

- head lights

- doors

- Windows

- AC

- radio

Happy Birthday, Margaret

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A | attention: How much attention do they want in the relationship?

So much! Well, at first, it would be a little too much for her with her shy nature, but as your relationship starts to bloom, she will want you to give her attention, although I think her main focus would be giving you attention.

B | Baby: Would they want a family?

She would love to have a baby with you. She always wanted to be a mother, however. Margaret would understand if that was something you didn't want. I do think her need to care for something would come out in other ways, maybe by helping at a youth center.

C | Cuddle: What do they like when they cuddle with you?

Margaret is a cuddle monster. Always want you in her arms, or the other way around.

D | dates: What are dates with them like? What do they like to do?

At the start, I could see her being nervous about every little detail, but as you both grow together, she puts together more simple date ideas that you both enjoy. Margaret would love baking together or going on a picnic (anything to do with food). 

E | equal: do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?

Margaret is very much okay with you taking the lead in the relationship, but she will start to freak out if there is a bump in the road. She doesn't want to lose you. 

F | fights: how do they handle fights?

She would be distraught and try to make it up to you any way she knew how. This is her first relationship, so she will need a little guidance and reassurance. 

G | gratitude: how grateful are they to have you? What do they think your relationship is worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Margaret views your relationship as one of the most important things in her life. She wants to keep, nourish, and care for it in the same way as she would a plant. She is terrified of ending your relationship because she believes it is worth not only sacrificing for but also living for.

H | honesty: Honesty: Are they honest with you? How important is honesty to them?

Super important. Communication is key, and Margaret wants to be the one you talk to when you have a problem because she wants to be the one to fix it. 

I | insight: how easy is it for them to read your mind and tell how you are feeling?

Oooo. This is hard. I don't think very well. Margaret second-guesses herself a lot, so you would have to be very clear, and while she might have an idea of how you are feeling, she is too scared to voice it.

J | Jealousy: What makes them jealous? What are they like when they’re jealous?

Margaret gets more insecure than jealous, and I think what would make her jealous is if you ignored her to focus on the other person, making her feel invisible. 

K | kisses: What are their kisses like? who kissed who first? where do they like to kiss you?

I can't say who kisses who because that will be all up to revealed. But Margaret's kisses are soft and sweet; her favorite place to kiss is your cheek. 

I | love language: what’s their favorite love language?

- Love to Perform: Physical Touch, Gift Giving, & Acts of Service 

- Love to Receive: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, and Physical Touch 

M | marriage: Would they want to get married? if you were to get married, who would take your last name? What would the marriage be like?

She is 100 percent on board with marriage. Margaret has dreamed about a big wedding since she was a little girl, so she has high hopes for her wedding day. Although she would love to take your last name, if you want to take hers, that would be okay with her. As long as you both love each other, she is okay. 

N | nicknames: would they use nicknames on you? Do they like it when you use nicknames for them?

It would be a blushing mess, but she was so happy. I could see her calling you French nicknames in private and public in a deep relationship. 

O | open: how long does it take for them to open up to you for the first time?

A while? Well, not with the whole truth because of circumstances, but she does open up faster than the other ROs. 

P | pda: thoughts on public displays of affection?

She is very much into G-rated public displays of affection, like holding your hand or giving you little pecks on the cheeks and lips, but she is very shy with more "raunchy" actions. 

Q | Quality time: what do they like to do when they’re with you? How affectionate are they behind closed doors?

Baking. Margaret loves baking, even if she is not the best at it, but she would love to bake or cook with you; making something together makes her go all fuzzy inside. Margaret is very affectionate behind closed doors and will often just hug you for no reason. 

R | romance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? 

I think Margaret is very much a cliche romantic, living in a period where wooing someone was very important in courting. Giving you flowers or breakfast in bed. However, she is a nervous wreck, and I could see her being very awkward, but her heart is in the right place. 

S | sad: how would they cheer you up when you’re sad?

Margaret would just try to distract you with small gifts that mean something to her and you to try and lift your spirits. 

T | thrill: would they do any new things to spice up your relationship?

Margaret is way too shy, so you would have to make the first move for anything more than vanilla, but she is willing to try in a deep relationship. Margaret is more comfortable with a certain routine that you two will share, making her feel safe and warm. 

U | unwind :How do they like to unwind and relieve stress when with you?

Gardening. Margaret loves all her plant babies; something about watching them grow into beautiful blooms makes her feel relaxed. Sharing that with you will make her heart soar. 

V | vaunt: What are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?

Margaret is not proud of a lot of things that her family has done in the past and doesn't feel that she deserves praise, but she can't help but blush when people compliment her baking, plants, and healing abilities. 

W | wild card: random relationship headcanon!

Her favorite thing to do with you is Netflix and Cuddle, even buying all these soft blankets, which ends up with guys making a pillow fort one night and watching whatever you both could think of. 

X | exes: How would they handle situations with your exes? What are they like with their exes?

Margaret doesn't have any exes, so she is quite new to how to handle them. My poor baby wouldn't know what to do if she met your ex; she would try to be nice to them and hide her jealous and insecure nature. Margaret is just standing there awkwardly when you are talking to them, watching you both as she nervously fidgeted. 

Y | yearn: How will they cope when you’re away? What are they like when they reunite with you after being gone for so long?

Not very well. Once she is in love, she feels like she can't live without you. Margaret would try to distract herself with anything she could think of until she was with you again. And when she finally had you back in her arms, you would have to pry her out because she was going to hug you like a koala. 

Z | zzz: What do they like about sleeping with you? What are some habits they have?

She doesn't have any habits besides wanting to cuddle. Little spoon all the way!