#drunk ROs

[ramonag-if]

im not sure if this has been asked yet but how do the ro's act when drunk??

I haven't answered this before because of possible spoilers for Chapter 3 😋 you'll have to wait for the banquet scenes.

[fromtheashes-if]

Omg yo ur IF sounds SO good fjdjfnrj IS IT TOO EARLY TO ASK QUESTIONS?? Bc I have one but im afraid it might be spoily?? But I wanted to ask what kind of drunk are the characters! Like is A a loud drunk or a crybaby? Smthn like that 👀

Thank you so much! It’s not too early at all!

Arthur/Artura/Artur: They’re very introspective whenever they get drunk. Someone who’s in their own head a lot as they start to overthink things.

Frey/Freya: Very loud and boisterous drunk. The louder the better.

Lancelot: They’ll interact with people a lot more if they’ve had a few drinks. As they’re less tense in general.

Morgana: She doesn’t get drunk. She absolutely hates losing control of her faculties like that. In fact, she’s usually the one that takes care of the others after a gala. (If she were to get drunk she’s the type to disappear and then reappear the next morning.)

Percival: He’s a puppy. An even bigger puppy than he normally is. Always offering to help people with various things even though he probably wouldn’t be the most help in the long run.

[spooky-activity]

Obsessed w them

[donnydamakkk]

unpopular opinion: there is no point in the show in which jeid would have made sense. jj never seemed interested in him, and his feelings always felt misconstrued and misplaced. they never had that kinda chemistry.

[succiducus]

( closed - 5/5 ) late night, his body is rigid in high concentration as he makes his way through the halls of the palace towards his chambers. although the sultan had been weary of the party at first, politeness had brought him to a state where he could no longer feel his elbows and while he'd never been sailing to know for sure, it felt as if every step he took was akin to being on a small wooden boat in the middle of the vast, angered ocean. he believes he's alone and quiet, but decorated in dark jewels and heavy on his feet, most would attest his similarities to an elephant. flighty by nature, the sound of a door opening startles him in his drunken stupor, one foot slipping from underneath him on the stairs and a curse falling from his lips. catching himself with surprisingly quick reflexes against the bannister for his state of being, he leans against it, his dark eyes settling on the person who had appeared behind him. "good evening." rostam greets. "are you...well?"

[dykehayleywilliams]

just realized ribs by lorde is out of my top 100 for the first time

[rowavolo]

ayato getting really drunk and telling thoma about how he wants to propose, and thoma, very seriously, responds with "to rowan? your wife?" and ayato tearfully nods and says like "yeah i just love him so much" and thoma informs him that they're already married and ayato cries because hes so happy

[nextinline-if]

The ask about breaking up with MC is too good 👀 Dear author, I have a sad question-scenario in mind, but don't feel pressured to comply please!! I was thinking about "what if MC, like in sad fairytales, dies/or dyING from heartbreak? And the rumors about 'Hearbroken Harbinger' spread away even to the ROs", what would be their reactions to this, then? (Maybe in case of C he survived or something, so he could heard abt rumors)

you're so sweet, don't worry I love all of your asks and am happy to comply lol

but your ask kind of reminded me of how originally there would be an ending where the RO dies sacrificing themself for MC but I changed it, lucky for you 😇 anyway, your lil heartbroken harbinger reaction is below anon

F: They freeze when they see a letter from Castelon. With shaking fingers, they open it reveal a message from Anna. F's throat constricts as they draw in ragged breaths. You're gone. They know in their heart that it would have been better for you to have never meet them - to have never loved them. F is inconsolable, spending their days writing drunk poetry.

Felix: Felix is drinking in a tavern drowning his aching heart when he hears the rumor about you.

"Letum has accepted the Heartbroken Harbinger into Avernus."

His jaw goes slack as his white knuckles grip the mug.

It's just a rumor, he thinks to himself. They're fine. Better off without me.

But he downs the rest of his beer and rushes toward the capital.

Constantine: Constantine survived an impossible mission, although most of his team perished. And the only thought that gave him sustenance was you.

Of the way you'd embrace him. Of how he'd never leave you again.

But when he reaches the capital, his horse is half-dead so he stops to give it a chance to relax.

And that's when he learns from whispers of how you died of a broken heart. Only days before.

He falls to his knees, tears falling from his eyes. He's frozen like that for hours until someone grips his shoulder.

James.

Your twin's eyes tell him everything he needs to know.

Margaret: Margaret had just gotten off her father's ship after months in Arandale when she a messenger from Queen tells her that you died of a broken heart. A heart that she broke.

It hurt being without you. Without your love. But she could carry on knowing you were out there.

But now? Everything is dark and she feels fear for the first time.

[kiaraalazulu]

Your opinion on Stryfewood, please :3

they make me feral but tbh I didn't ship them until I started trying to draw fanart and discovered I suck at drawing Vash so I just drew Meryl and Wolfwood together over and over until I realised how hot and how interesting their dynamics are

[mustangmisfit]

On exciting days like this, when everything is all said and done, I'm alone in my car driving home, I start to feel empty... I remember I can't call you to talk about my day, the new friends I made and my new experiences.... instead, I sit in silence thinking of maybe someone I can call... but nothing comes up... Moments like these, I realize how lonely I really am... and how much I miss hearing your voice, your laugh, and feeling your smile thru the phone...

[beast-feast]

My ADHD demands something different and my autism demands the same thing I've been having the past two months. Shut up ADHD

[moon-rising-if]

are you still doing the ask game? cause "which oc is a lightweight? which oc carries them home?" is a banger and it made me wonder can supernaturals get drunk? how would that work??

Out of the cast? Nico is definitely the lightweight; even if they won’t admit it. And they’d demand that Fallon would carry them home because of all the muscles. (Fallon would begrudgingly carry them home, but they wouldn’t be particularly happy about it.) Sasha would just be monitoring the whole affair as they tried not to facepalm.

Supernaturals can get drunk, but it just varies on the specific tolerance of each individual (as well as the species). Blood Wine is a common drink among Vampires.

[obesericewrites]

Instead of bread, what about a drunk mc who starts crying inconsolably because: "someday you'll die, and I don't want that, I love you so much, please don't leave me" ROs reactions to that? Wkfjkskdjd 🤚🏻😭

Ooof, this is an old one! My apologies ^^; Referring to this au here

(I’m also assuming this is sober RO)

M: “Hm…” They just squint down at you for a moment before reaching out and patting your head a few times. “It’s….okay. Death is normal….don’t be sad about it.” When you star wailing, they are confused and desperate to get you to stop.

They have no idea how to make someone stop crying over death…the only example they had with this situation was when Dawn killed a frog. Even then…she got over it pretty quick.

S: They turn away from you for a second, trying to keep their heart from shattering at your tear stained face. “Don’t worry, MC. The only way I’m dying now is if you kill me.” It sounded a lot more comforting in their head.

When you start sobbing hysterically staying that you would never kill them and questioning why would they say that. The amount of stares you two get makes S want to die in a hole.

B: They crumble and immediately pull you into their arms. “Oh…no! Mc, no, don’t worry! I’m not leaving you anytime soon, my love.” They take time to comfort you and subtly take your drink away from you.

The two of you are attached by the hip by the time the night finally ends.

[imwritesometimes]

pro tip: if you're a handyman/contractor hoping to be hired maybe don't call prospective clients drunk off your ass....

[bloodlegacies]

How would the ROs react to a drunk Mc rejecting them and keeping telling them, "I have a partner, so back off" when the MC and the RO are in a relationship? I know it can be stressful to have people message you, so if you do answer this, thank you and keep up the good work.

Hello anon! and is ok, thank you very much! 😁❤

And here is the headcanon:

Hayden, Cecilia and Tyler would have funny reactions, probably teasing the mc about such a partner (which in this case would be them) and joking about it, but probably offering water to help the mc or staying nearby while waiting for the mc to get well.

Caio and Elia would think it's cute and smile, but they would be worried about the mc in that state ,and try to get the mc to drink the water or go to their room, saying things like " I understand." Or "I know, they must be very happy with you, but wouldn't you like some water? You look a little pale...".

[lifesupreme-if]

Dear author,

Please tell Dylan I love her very much and that she's beautiful💜

Sincerely,

-Dylan simp

tell her yourself!!!!!!!!!! she'd be so happy!!!!!!!!

___

"heyy"

Delivered 1:43 AM

Lost in the thunder of the bass, the vibration of her holophone hardly makes an impression. It takes two more messages before she even notices the flicker of her screen lighting up, muted beneath violet strobe.

"yourerpwrryy"

"*prettyyyyyyy"

"Hold on," she calls out to the dancer, stumbling clumsily to a halt. He leans against the wall, hooking skinny thumbs into the pockets of his hotpants. Waiting, easily. He's done this before.

To receive a declaration of love from the one that holds your heart, is to light up completely. To receive a drunken text at 2 in the morning, is good enough. For Dylan, anyway.

She studies every heavy-handed letter smashed into your text, tucks stringy hair behind her ear as if ready to dive deeper in. Sucking in a hopeful breath, she responds. Quickly. Lightly. Don't want to overthink it this time.

"Are you having a good night out?"

Three dots. You're typing.

"beauroful eveb"

"night in. claude came over we and syeph are drinking"

"what are youdling beauriful <3"

But there's something different, in the way you talk to her now: something there that you wouldn't have said before. No hesitation. Pretty. Beautiful. Maybe she's wrong for wanting you to mean it, but she doesn't reject it. Her heart soars.

What was she doing? She gazes through a sparkling crowd, one of prosthetic limbs and body glittered tits, until she spots him: A gangly braindance star, motifs of the Mox tattooed up and down his arms. Another night spent looking for skinship in all the wrong places. Another night spent longing for your company, instead.

"Nothing much. Pics or it didn't happen!"

As her screen comes to life with the image of You, she gawks. Gapes. Finds a warmth in her chest that spreads, squeezing her tighter than anyone she could take home tonight. The picture is blurry, but your visage in unmistakable. The forehead scar from a job gone wrong. A smile she could live in forever. You're beautiful, she thinks. You're pretty.

And she loves you.

"gotta go to sleeppretty2goodnight<3"

"i love tou"

"Uou"

"You"

"I love you, too," she breathes, and for once, she doesn't cry. There's only joy to be celebrated here. She wouldn't like to ruin it with tears.

"What?" Her forgotten companion still looms, lingering now against the door to the back booths. His fingers rap against his thigh in anticipation, aggravation, good old-fashioned impatience. "Are we doing this or not? 'Cause you're acting pretty weird now. You don't have an input, do you? I'm not getting my ass beat for some gonk's girlfriend."

Dylan's cheeks heat up, burning with a hint of mortification. Or reality. Whichever hits harder. "No, I don't... er, sorry—" She heaves a sigh, shoulders dropping heavily. "We're not doing this tonight."

"Thanks for your time!" As if she could cushion the blow, she waves a hand to his back as he disappears into the crowd. "That was a stupid thing to say. Ugh."

Left alone to brave the bustle of the room once more, the neon overhead and electric pink murals have lost their modern charm. There's only one place she'd like to be now, only one person she wants to call home.

Speaking of, as her phone buzzes softly in her hands, calling forth her infinite attention for you.

"very much"

"i love tou very much. night"

The soft skin of her lip bursts as she gnaws delicately, the smile on her face stinging as she begins to taste blood. You love her. You said you love her.

"Tell me that again in the morning and see what happens. :P Goodnight."

A final, cheeky reply as she heads out into the night, the cool air chilling the sweat on her skin. She'll be cautious with your heart. After all, she's had to work for it for so long.