dirk is gay except for incest imo. unless he feels the overwhelming paternal/familial obligation over a woman, he is not attracted to her at all. which i think mirrors rose very nicely as a woman whos only attraction to men have been related to her!
I want Dave to have a massive rape kink, but as the rapist. He's super conflicted and regularly jerks it to the thought of violently forcing himself on Dirk or Rose and wonders if he's a bad person. (He is, but only after he figures out he can use his time powers to get exactly what he wants without consequences.)
And outwardly he's just a round-eyed baby boy. :)
rose is always some flavor of trans in my heart. her constant struggle with femininity can easily be read as a tgirl trying to perform a role she never had a proper model for; or as a tboy finding his dissatisfaction with womanhood and continuing to deny it. this character can fit so much damn gender in it and they should fuck their family about it
the valley of complexities and idiosyncracies between jadejune and daverose. *hits bong*
jadejune is the t4t puppygirl domtop ship for girls who never had a sister. jade and june are defined by how they respond to their respective isolations. it's easy to see them clinging to each other, performing roles they don't fully know, just to feel the warmth of another body. plus jade kinda canonically is a puppygirl with a dick, and june is canonically trans (gargle my balls). this ship NEEDS MORE CONTENT. this should be CRACK to tumblr.
daverose could be het, could be yuri, could be yaoi (dont @ me.) dave and rose are always within each other's orbit, circling each other like twin suns. they always come back to each other. they could never leave each other's side. THEY DIED TOGETHER. THEY BECAME GODS TOGETHER. THEY ARE TWINS. they both have this cool aloof façades that hide the depths of their devotion. dave has been the love of rose's every past life, and he will be the love of every next life. and vice versa. snarky goth twin who wears black lipstick that transfers just so her kisses stain your skin.
you know she's your sister. you know you're not supposed to be doing this. you can't have this.
you're selfish.
you're a freak.
if this isn't what, was meant to happen, why does it feel
ssssoooooo
fffffffu,uuuccki,ng
goooooo..oooooo,,oo.o,,oooo?d!!!??
your lips feel like they're melting when you feel her tongue graze them and your jaw falls open as if you never even had the chance to stop it.
and the sound that leaves you is one you have no control of. you writhe, your eyes roll back far enough to lift your eyelids and you sink into it.
you're finally making out with your big sister
and it's the best feeling in the entire world.
her tongue drags more sounds out of you and she holds you like she was keeping you from falling off the face of the earth. with each stray squeeze you hear her briefly moan your name and suddenly every inhibition you ever held slipped away.
you're safe.
she loves you more than anything.
and big sis always knows what's best.
you're in love with her. it's hopeless.
your crotch burns, your panties soak and cling to you, and you shamefully reach to touch your clit.
Munchausens by proxy DaveRose? Or pairing of your choosing, I just ADORE MBP. This is only if you take requests!! You're just one of my favorite whumpy authors
hi darling!! i don't actually do full requests (i do have commissions open, though, if you'd like a full fic!!) but MBP is too fun prompt of a prompt to ignore so i did a lil drabble for ya 🥰 merry christmas darling!!
Her long fingers sprawl across his torso like an ashen horde of spiders. Dave hides his wince as her cold hands ghost along his cage of his chest, slowly palming at every protruding bone. A nail comes to trace the thinning skin, leaving a trail of rose pink in its place, and she slowly, slowly, draws a heart, right between two slender ribs.
"You're growing so thin," she tuts. Her painted lips purse with worry and she narrows her eyes at him, suspicious. "Have you been eating like I've told you...?"
He shrugs, sheepish, and she clicks her tongue again, fussing over him again as her hands abandon his chest and flit over his bangs, brushing them away from his forehead. Rose places a dark kiss against his skin with a loud, obnoxious mwah, and the ridiculous sound of it is just barely enough to drag a weak laugh from him.
She lowers himself to kiss him on the lips, and he shyly returns it, holding back just so. His mouth stays pressed shut despite her lazy effort to lick it open; he's afraid of the bile haunting the back of his throat, the iron tang that's clung to him since earlier that day. He wants to tell her about the blood, warn her somehow, whisper out the confession of how much it had terrified him to see swirls of gore as it disappeared down the toilet with his sick.
Rose kisses his cheeks. She pulls away, pouting and sighing, twirling a lock of his hair between her fingers and pretending the strands aren't breaking with her touch.
"I suppose I'll just have to stay to make you dinner..." she murmurs with a little roll of her eyes and an affectionate twitch of her lips. "Must you force my hand so desperately, Dave?"
He chuckles weakly again.
He's always at his sickest after he has her cooking. But she's so happy to do it, and he's so missed a maternal touch.
Rose makes a show of tucking him in, and he ignores the ugly, feverish itch building up under his skin, the anxious ramping up of his heart rate as she prepares another dose of her care. He loves her, even though the thick, syrupy soup she adores to feed him has him puking all through the night, even though his hair is falling out and his nails are growing brittle, and he can't sleep a night without nightmares of her smile and the lullaby she sings him when he falls into a pyretic slumber.
His blankets now tucked to his neck, she leans in to kiss him again, lingering for long enough that he has no choice but to let her pry apart his teeth. She invades his mouth, devouring the grotesque taste of him, biting down hard on his cracked, splitting lips and he squirms as she moans, whining as the taste of blood only grows.