queerplatonic polycule but two of us fucking hate each other
What if we held hands by the water bottle 😳😳 and we were both rats 😳😳
i started writing a varric/solas modern au (still unsure if it's going into a shippy direction or more platonic, but they are definitely something) but as I am about 4k words in, I realized that I am just doing DA2 fanfic now.
Featuring bangers such as
“Didn’t think you’d take it up the ass,” Fenris says. “No judgment, but I didn’t think you would.” “Charming,” Varric murmurs and snatches the man’s tankard from him to take a long sip. He’s earned that after that comment. “Who’s to say he takes it up the ass,” Isabella says. “I do,” Fenris says. “Do I get a say in this?” Varric asks. “No,” Isabella tells him. “So, details. Was he hot?”
which milena quoted five times on our train ride, I think i'm onto something
(in even better news, their next chapter of the punching blackwall fic is also going amazingly, I got solas being a cutie (read: people pleaser) for the next chapter, life is good)
This is cinema actually
The question hidden within enemies-to-lovers is “who will love me at my worst?”, the question hidden within friends-to-lovers is “who will love me at my most mundane?”, hope this helps
Wyll romance as The Dark Urge is so funny cuz he’s trying his hardest to live his fairytale fantasy, meanwhile Durge is out there saying the most unhinged things and barely preventing themselves from going on a killing spree