#TYSM FOR THE ASK AHHHHH!!!!!

[walter-sullivan]

Love is found in the strangest of places, often when you least expect it.

What's the story of Rosier and his love interests, Lucanis and Davrin? Was there an instant connection between them, or was it more of a gradual build-up? What kind of dynamic do the three of them have?

Bonus question: What's their favorite things about each other you think?

Hi!! Sorry for the late response (I'm bad at checking my inbox >_<) BUT AHHH... my boys....

it was a little different with both of them i think!! Rosier, being a proud (slightly egotistical) crow was definitely a little star struck when they actually met the demon of virantium... he wasnt as obvious about it as bellara but there was certainly awe and wonder (and getting flustered by compliments and praise) for a bit when they met. i think he was actually avoiding lucanis a bit early on because of this lol... but once they went to the market together and got down to work he got over it. i dont think he realized he liked lucanis in *that* way until much later, mostly because he was trying to be very professional and also not embarrass himself lol. (though he always would go to breakfast early so he could chill with lucanis over coffee)

with davrin though it was a lot easier to see his feelings rather quickly! theyre both dalish elves who left their clans to find their own place in the world, and that shared loss of community/family made rosier instantly attached to dav. not to mention hes like... a cute dog dad which is definitely rosiers type lol.

the three of them are p funny together i think.... esp early on. youve got davrin threatening lucanis, lucanis vaguely threatening him back, and rosier in the middle trying to make them get along. rosier being a mage deffo tries to calm davs fears and get him to chillax abt spite but i can see that also going badly lmfaooo. but they also work really well together so i think theyd quietly learn to trust one another as they start catching feelings!! i like dav and lucanis also dating (reminds me of fenris and anders or cullen and surana my toxic faves) tho i think they eventually chill w each other (ofc i havent finished the game yet but yakno...)

AND FOR THE BONUS....

Rosier loves how good davrin is at listening. hes a yapper abd davrin will just sit there whittling while rosier lays on the floor yap yap yapping. He loves how thoughtful Lucanis is when it comes to their friends, and also his cooking...

Davrin loves Lucanis' wit. I think the quick retorts Lucanis always claps back with early on impress (and fluster) him hehe. He loves Rosier's soft side that he sees whenever Rosier is playing with Assan or thinks no one is looking and has a moment of quiet contemplation.. He also loves listening to Rosier yap lol.

Lucanis loves Rosier's silliness... Rosier tends to goof off during down time (he invented the skateboard in thedas but its So Dangerous) and Lucanis thinks his himbo ass wiping out in the main courtyard is hilarious. He loves Dav's confidence and in turn messing with him to make him get flustered. These two things go hand in hand hehe

[wroteclassicaly]

can you do fireworks with...well I was going to way Gator but Steve also works if Gator is off the board.

Warnings: Language, friends to lovers, mentions of injury, Gator speaks a little rough towards reader, fluff, mentions masturbation, use of fireworks, alcohol, Gator being a dumb turtle boy, smut, and NSFW.

A/N: I had waaaaay too much fun with this one, so it’s obviously more than two paragraphs!

~*~

His headlights gave a too bright spotlight, causing him to trip over his own big ass feet, his zippo flying somewhere on the grass nearby. You snort at his antics, already flicking your bic to life and setting your sparkler ablaze. There’s an amber bottle of whiskey nearly gone, along with food wrappers and a blanket close by — courtesy of you, having stolen it off the end of Gator’s bed. You wave your stick around, dizzy off Jack Daniel’s and the buzz that being near your best-friend brings. Sharing one brain cell, the only person that can be around Gator Tillman full time (not without occasional headaches) — the town cannot separate you two. He drops to the ground, clearly irritated you got yours lit first.

“Hey,” you can’t help but to break in as he’s huffing between puffs on his vape, rifling through the grass with the other hand. He doesn’t look at you, but you continue. “Remember that time that you lit that fire rocket and accidentally sat on it? I swear I thought you broke your ass, man.”

Gator huffs in annoyance, clearly remembering what occurred just last year. You keep going. “I don’t know how you own a flame thrower and haven’t caught your junk or yourself on fire yet.”

“I am my junk, bitch!” He snaps, exasperated as you glares holes at you through the darkness.

The effects of heat coasting across the night breeze, crickets in the distance, and how the trees catch the rustling winds — it’s actually a nice ending to your day. You put your hands up, a snort leaving your mouth, especially right as you spot his lighter, reflected off his headlights. You motion to it with your sparkler, and he immediately grabs it, rolling his eyes. He paces a slight distance, he’s kneeling, his khaki camp tight across his legs, black shirt stretched over his biceps, tattoo on display. Your mouth waters, every imaginable scenario coming into play.

It’s not unusual to think about him this way. Hell, whenever you with someone else, it’s not their face that you see. Your best-friend has been at the end of every single orgasm you’ve had since meeting the shithead. You’re broken from your Gator-lusting reverie when his hand cracks the zippo to life, igniting the fireworks, crackling noises exploding and a fountain of colors explode into the air. Gator struts in front of them towards you in that way, hair strands blown into a disarray, hues of bright blues, golds, reds, pinks, and deep crimson lighting up the night sky behind him.

It’s a sight straight from a movie, and you don’t realize your sparkler has gone out. But it doesn’t matter, not as Gator clings to your energy and finds you chest to chest, tossing the stick from your hand. Your back is colliding with his truck in a vertigo-washed movement. He cradles your face, his breath soaked in jack, chew, and vape juice. It’s a big deal, but it’s also just two people meeting in ways that were always going to happen.

His nose bridge drags along your own as he pants the words across your mouth. “I’ve got rubbers in my glove box, babydoll. You gonna let me fuck you tonight? Teasing my cock so much, n’ you know it, too.”

“On the blanket…” you’re pawing at his shirt collar and he just shakes his head.

“Turn around and put your hands on my hood. You want me, you’re gonna take it the way that I give it to you.”

You’re immediately obeying, sky above faded out with streams of vibrant colors, smoke cloud wafting in this direction. He’s back after retrieving the items. It doesn’t take long…

~*~

He’d watched you touch yourself from behind, your jeans and thong on the ground below, as he slowly jerked himself off, enough until he’d achingly slid into the condom and spun you around. As much as he craved you in this position, he needed to see your face this first time, more than anything. He laid you upon the blanket, lifting your legs around his hips, and slid into you in one deep thrust, one you’d be feeling for days. You held tightly, groaning, whimpering pathetically into one another’s mouths. Your hands held a new, possessive purchase by digging into the plush of his bare ass, pushing him deeper.

He didn’t go home that night, and he didn’t take you home. But he did attempt to light another firework and you had driven him to the hospital to get his hand wrapped. Dumbass.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Do you think that you could do a minific about Darry's birthday and the gang accidently forgetting?

OOH!!! I love this!! I will do my best!! TY FOR THE ASK!!! fic under the cut!!!

Darry spent most of his life largely indifferent about his birthday. He celebrated it, sure, but that was mostly because Soda loved an excuse to have a party and the rest of the gang loved an excuse for Mrs. C to make her famed chocolate cake. It was never a real extravagant affair or nothin', just reason to get everyone in one place.

Until Darry's 20th birthday. But they don't really talk about that.

It's been a year now. Exactly. And Darry's been celebratin' by bribin', cajolin', 'n everythin' just short of pleadin' to work on January 5th, 1968. He finally gets the only thing he'd wanted on the 4th when his boss concedes. He had always been a real good guy, had been real good to his father. He'd put up the cursory argument that he should be home with family. Darry had countered he'd be better off away.

He's not sure what he's meant to be feelin' when he wakes up on the 5th. Different. Maybe. He rubs his eyes blearily and glances around at the still-dark room. When they had been kids, the only time Soda ever got up early was Pony 'n Darry's birthdays. He'd always wake them up with that big shinin' grin.

Darry hasn't seen that smile in a year. And the room is empty.

He dresses in the dark, throwin' on the first clean pair of Levi's he puts his hands on. His fingers are on the knob of the closet before he thinks better of it. He knows the hollow ghost of the dark suit he's only worn to funerals will be waitin' for him in the shadowy corners. It's been worn three times. Three times too many.

The house is quiet once he pads out into the hall and down to the kitchen. Steve's soft snores and Pony's raspy wheezes float down from beneath the closed door of the boy's room. Soda is the only silent sleeper. The only time he's ever quiet.

Darry's gotten used to the lonely mornin's. Before- well, before everythin'- Dallas would always get up real early 'n crawl up on the counter by the window. When Johnny would stay the night he'd always wake up when Darry turned on the stove. It wasn't unusual to find all three of them crowded in the kitchen 'n not sayin' one word.

There's a sharp ache in Darry's chest he can't fully ignore. Before he realizes what he's doin' there's already two plates of eggs out. He blinks hard, presses his fingers into his eyes.

"G'mornin' Darry." Pony still doesn't look fully awake, eyes mostly lidded, sleep cloudin' his voice.

"Mornin', kiddo." Darry slides the plate across the table to Pony, who plops down hard and instantly tucks in. He doesn't say anythin' else. Darry turns back around, squeezin' his eyes shut. Glory, he was a mess. So what the kid didn't remember. Darry wasn't gonna remind him. If it didn't hurt don't prod at it.

He flips another egg. Each of the boys ate like horses. It wasn't until Darry started cookin' all the time he would think of the way his dad would grin 'n joke they were gonna eat him outta house 'n home. Darry bites his lip on the choked little whine he can feel climbin' up his throat.

"Soda wake up." Steve still sounds sleepy and Darry can imagine him kickin' at Soda to get him off. Soda slept like a choker vine. If he managed to trick you into sharin' a bed he'd be out like a light in thirty seconds and you wouldn't be able to wake him up with an air horn to shake him off in the mornin'. "Sodaaaa."

Pony scowls and Darry uses the blessed distraction to swipe at the stray tear fallin' down his face. "I'm up, I'm up." Soda mumbles in a way that tells Darry that he'll be asleep again in fifteen seconds. The next sound is so familiar Darry would recognize it in his sleep. The distinctive noise of one of their poor battered pillows slammin' into Soda's head and Soda's resultin' indigent cries.

Darry chuckles and Pony glares solely because he's not involved. Darry plates the last egg and realizes they're out only when he puts his hand blindly back into the carton. He lets out a sigh and massages his temple with the heel of his hand. Well, there goes his breakfast.

Steve and Soda appear in the doorway, twin grins and pillow-touseled hair. Soda ruffles Pony's so now they're all matchin' 'n drops down into the chair beside him.

"Mornin' Darry! Shit Pony save me some fuckin' eggs before you eat them all!" He snatches his plate that Pony started in on since he 'n Steve were clearly too busy.

Darry white knuckles the sink. Ok. So they both aren't mentionin' it. That's fine. That's ok. And he stomps down hard on the resentment he feels shoot through his chest. Part of him wants so badly for them to turn 'n shake their heads in shock. How they could have forgotten! How could they have done that! He wants to turn around 'n ask shit haven't you missed somethin'?

He wants his dad to pat him on the shoulder. He wants his mom to let him have cake for breakfast. He wants Dallas to joke that Darry's an old man now. He wants Johnny's hand-drawn cards he always made on everyone's birthdays since he couldn't afford nothin' else. He was always so embarrassed about that, but they were the best present Darry ever got.

"Darry, you ok?" And Darry realizes his mistake too late. Soda's brows are all knit together and Pony looks lost and Steve's rubbin' the back of his neck in a way Darry knows he got from him but Darry got from their dad and suddenly it's all just too much.

"Yeah! I'm fine!" But he feels vomit come up the back of his throat and the words come out more forced than an armed robbery. The screen door bangs open and it's all a blur now so he doesn't even pause for a second before he thinks oh good, ma's home. Or maybe it's Dallas. God knows that kid's always at every meal. Shit, hopefully, Johnny didn't sleep in the lot last night, he'll never warm up.

But then Two ducks into the kitchen with a smile that slips right off his face the second he takes in Darry's face. "Dar-?"

"I gotta get to work." He doesn't hesitate another second because then he really will vomit or sob and he can't do either. Not in front of his brothers.

"Darry- wait!" But the truck's already started and he's already backin' out of the drive about fifteen miles too fast and he doesn't look at the house at all as he guns it down the street.

It's fine. He's fine.

...

It's after midnight when he finally crawls home feelin' like perhaps the worst brother in the entire world. There's still a light on in the kitchen and he grips the steerin' wheel tight.

Shit. He should have stayed with them. He shouldn't have left. It didn't matter they didn't remember. Shit, he's glad they don't. Because it's not just his birthday anymore. It's another excuse for them to remember the people they're missin'. It's the anniversary of the day their lives changed. And Darry would rather have them forget about him forever than have to feel that pain.

He eases the front door open as softly as he can, steppin' through and easin' off his tool belt and boots at the door. He can see the shadows of at least one boy at the table and he sighs softly and slips into the kitchen.

The whimper he makes is entirely uncontrolled. Soda 'n Pony slump against each other at the table, frostin' on Soda's cheek 'n Pony's nose. Two-Bit managed to fall asleep propped against the counter, Steve leanin' dangerously far back in his chair.

On the table is a chocolate cake Darry already knows will taste just like their ma's because Soda spent hours at her side while she lovin'ly stroked his hair 'n showed him how to crack an egg just right. Two candles have burned entirely out and Darry maybe should be cross about them fallin' asleep with an open flame but he can't feel anythin' right now but love.

Pony blinks blearily at takes a couple seconds to register Darry standin' there. A complicated swirl of emotions flit across his face and Darry realizes he's just standin' there cryin'. He reaches up to swipe them off his face but he's too slow and Pony has jarred Soda awake and now Steve 'n Two are both up and lookin' at him guiltily.

"Y'all didn't have to do all this." And his voice sounds all wobbly and weak and he thinks get it together because he's supposed to be strong for them. He's not supposed to let this get to him.

Soda doesn't say anythin'. Just flies around the table 'n wraps him in a hug and Darry's cryin' all over again. Darry just envelopes him and lets himself sob. He feels Pony shove his head into his side and makes room for him in his arms.

"I'm sorry." He says after a long moment, voice thick with tears.

"No! We're sorry. I can't believe we..." Soda trails off and Pony shakes his head and Darry had wanted this so bad only this mornin' but now it just makes him want to bawl again.

"I didn't want to say anythin' 'n upset y'all." Soda buries his head in Darry's neck and Darry can feel Pony nestle into his chest. Two's hand comes down on his shoulder and when Darry looks up Steve is hoverin' by, uncertainly. Darry grabs the kid and pulls him in and knows they're all thinkin' about the same people.

When Soda looks up his eyes are bright in the dull kitchen lamp. "It's not all bad." Darry cocks his head, lets his kid brothers go, gently.

"Your birthday's still worth celebratin' to us. Hell, the day I got the best brother in the world is still worth rememberin' to me."

Darry lets out a soft sob and presses a kiss to Soda and Pony's foreheads. He ruffles Steve's hair and squeezes Two's shoulder and takes a steadin' breath. Maybe it hurts. Maybe it always would. But there was a relief in the ache. The ache made him remember. And if it was painful, maybe there was a chance he could heal. Maybe.

"Well, if it's still my birthday one of y'all better get a knife. I want a piece of my brother's famous cake."

Darry had spent most of his life largely indifferent about his birthday. He wasn't sure what he felt now. But he'd gotten exactly what he'd wanted. His brothers all gathered together. Safe for tonight. And that made tomorrow that much more bearable.

[mintypsii]

HIIIII I JUST WANTED TO SAY YOUR SANUSO FANFIC WITH THE LATTE ART IS THE FIRST ONE PIECE FANFIC I’VE READ DESPITE BEING IN THE FANDOM FOR A YEAR AND I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH AND IT’S SO SO CUTE AND IT MAKES ME GIGGLE WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT

HHI OMG. YOU HABE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME AAAUHGHVJDJDJ THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! 💖💥💖🔥🙏💥🙏💖‼️💖💖💖💖AAAGHHHHH I WAS SO SCARED TO POST IT SINCE IM NOT VERY CONFIDENT IN MY WRITING BUT IM REAAALLLLYYY GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT WWNWNDHGF CUZ I DEF ENJOYED WRITING IT LOL!!! and woah no way it was your first op fic IM RELIEVED THAT I WASNT A BAD INTRODUCTION TO OP FANFICTION 😭😭😭💥💥💥 here's a lil concept doodle i did of em that i cleaned up for u 🫶🫶

[calmlb]

i'm just sitting here rereading the latest chapter of your babyzai fic for the 3rd time and i keep coming back to that one scene in which chuuya and yosano discuss babyzai's more-than-a-little-concerning silence. every time i read it i end up giggling and kicking my feet thinking about chuuya's future reaction whenever babyzai /does/ say something. obviously i don't know what your plans are, but my current bet is that his "first word" is going to be chuuya's name (or a variation of it) simply because - how cute would that be? i actually thought babyzai was going to call out to chuuya on that last chapter when he started crying and reaching out after the dissociation episode. the fact it didn't happen is just making me MORE excited wondering when it might happen!!

AHHHHH I CANT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY THIS ASK MADE ME 🥺🩷🩷

omg yes, it was so hard to not let babyzai call out to Chuuya last chapter 😫 like that’s exactly the direction my ✨writer flow✨ was leading me, but i’m so glad to hear that the choice to hold off has paid off & made the anticipation build 🥹

the moment babyzai speaks for the first time (& what he says) has been one of the things i’ve been most excited to write since planning this fic, so tysm for looking forward to it too 😭🩷🫶🏻

i don’t want to give anything away, but let’s just say that that moment may be coming sooner than you think 🤭

[hammyham-o-o]

I'VE BEEN WAITING TO USE THIS GIF :D

THANKS SO MUCH AUGHH YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST (ALL 100 OF YOU)

HERE'S A CAKE I BAKED JUST FOR YOU:

these adorable lil drawings of Laurens and Laff helped :3

[mobius-m-mobius]

🫂

[celestialudenburn7]

HEWWO

is there a specific picture of miles u want for ur Christmas present ? :3 :3 :3 :3

Omg HI!!!!!!! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ Thank you so much for asking!!!! I'm cool with whatever pic :3

Though, if it'd be easier for me to give you a set one I could totally give one!!!!!

[princessg3rard]

new mutual 😭😭😭 u seem so cool! i’ve seen you on dash a lot but never had time to interact

AHHH NEW FRIEND !! <3 im glad I seen cool oml !! welcome to my collection of small fags I love forever, u can never escape sorry :3

here have some dilf frankie :)

[rebelsafoot]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SERVICE I LOCE YOUR DONNA AND DOCTOR THEY ARE ALL SO GREAT I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM YOU ARE SO GREAT THEY ARE MY FAVOURITE CHARACTERS EVER ALSO HOW YOU DREW THEM IN MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING? I'M IN LOVE THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH. YOU'RE A HERO

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD <333 donnagirl until i DIE IM SO GLAD UR LIKING MY STUFF THIS IS SO SWEET

[toxycodone]

hi oxy thank you for being the sole provider for laios content. i am so insane for that man and you've Provided. i hope your day is bright and you are warm and well rested🫶

<3 thank you so much. jksdhfkasjd i think the dunmesh fandom has kinda fallen off recently BUT IM STILL GOING STRONG....I NEED THEM...I NEED LAIOS...i will continue to provide for as long as i can <333333

[derpygirl-draws]

I enjoy drawing Cotton! ^u^

(P.S. I did make this GIF especially for this message)

JRNDJKSNENDNXNSMMSMD YOU YOU YOU YOU

KILLS MAIMS ATTACKS AM SO FERAL FOR THIS OMG THIS AMAZING AWAWAWAW

AHHHHHHHH MY BABIIIIIII SHE IS SO CUTEEEE IN YOU STYLEEEE OMFG I LOVE THE GIF TYSMMMMM OMG OMG MY HEARTTTT AHHHHHHHH

[jup1tersparx]

I have the Rick Rounds brain rot. He’s silly, he’s horrid, he’s sad, his actions are inexcusable, he’s a jock, he’s a theatre kid, he’s filled with guilt and has gotten past being too proud to acknowledge it, he wants to get better, he believes himself to belong in hell, he’s learning, he literally died before he sought self-help, he’s dead and also puts the dead back in the ground, he’s got mummy issues, he’s got religious trauma and homoerotic tension with the devil, he has media literally, he’s cringe fail, he at one point summoned a sword despite having no clue how to use one, he somehow mistook Tiff for an angle, his black water effect is a straight up metaphor for character growth and he used it to hurt people, his black water effect is a straight up metaphor for character growth and it’s slowly consuming him, he has flowers that change colours based on his emotions, he’s gay, he’s prone to violence, he has no idea who he is anymore but he’s slowly building his life up again.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH YES SO TRUE I LOVE HIM SM :DDD HES SO UNDERRATED FR

ADDITIONALLY:

- he was so miserable he convinced himself he MUST be suffering for Divine Purposes and was gonna be a saint and the star of a new religious text (he was not)

- hallowing tends to pick up on who the hallow-ee Truly Is/desires to be and emphasises that (eg: lady ethel mallory spiderification, big mikey. yk. big and scary, person from episode 18 intro) and RICK'S hallowing made him bloom flowers and ivy. and it terrified him!!!!! direct quote: 'I'd rather die Rick Rounds than whoever these thorns are going to make me." !!!!!!!!!

- furthermore: he was SO good at self-repression and channeling every emotion into anger and violerce he somehow managed to end up the fucking poster boy for neo-conservative america. girl

[wikitpowers]

I’m so happy you’rere enjoying my hair questions!!! I also recommend red haired kit to you that one time hehe😎. I love all your postssss soooo much!!

AHHHHHH YOU'RE A FUCKING LEGEND I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN WITH THESE (anything kit related u can sign me up for) :')

hair dyer!kit is one of my fav hcs like it just feels so right! so thank u for sending me different hair colours and styles for me to think about, ur the greatest truly, darling🫶🏻 AND THANK U FOR SAYING U LOVE MY POSTS IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME :’)

[cryingforcrocodiles]

heres a leao for u too... always smiling even back then 🥹

oh thats getting the fastest save ever in history. KWJSKJDKSD!!*×**@*@&@&× 🥹🥹🥹 HE LOVES THE GAME!!! HE LOVES TO WIN!!! HE LOVES TO PLAY!!!

what a big smile. the best smile. joyous child. joyous man.

[emmamagorobisgirlfriend]

Headcanons from the reblog game!!

Emma making Fumiko do cute and aesthetic photoshoots! Like those "couple goals pinterest" photos!

Such a cute ship btw ahh <33

- Espresso ☕️💟

AHHHHHH TYSM FOR SENDING THIS!💕

(It means a lot to me, so thank you!)

This is very true! Emma, though not usually fond of photoshoots due to how she wants to be treated as "normal", thinks it's a completely different story when it comes to Fumi. She helps Fumiko feel comfortable doing it, affirming that she is beautiful. The photoshoot would go great, Emma snuggling Fumi in between pics and sneaking kisses in too. It was a lot of fun! Looking back at the pictures, they both realize how cute their partner really is💕

That was pretty long uhhhh have photoshoot outfit Fumi-

(All base sprites were made with Ripplies Danganronpa Maker Picrew, and edited by me)