#ronodia

[sorcerousadventurer]

No need to rescue Ronnie, he's fine, he's right where he wants to be. And girls know what they're doing.

Ronnie belongs to @woundedsoul12, Nona belongs to @handsignals and Lydia belongs to me.

It was supposed to be a quick sketch. Just a meme. Oh well, at least I learned a new highlighting technique! Version without the text under the cut.

[woundedsoul12]

What's in the Bag

Yeah yeah I was planning on starting the Texas AU off different but blame Sorcerous. This is Ronnie Thorne x Nona (@handsignals) x Lydia (@sorcerousadventurer)

Tag the others @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @zennihilation @serialsforbellara @hedwigoprah @kabsey @sandcastlekings @zombiefishgirl @serensama

“Brought you girls something.” Ronnie stood on the back porch with a small tied Walmart sack in hand. He had waited until both of his neighbors were home, his big brown eyes shifting between each of them as they waited just inside the open door.

“You already do too much for us,” protested Nona as she looked up at him with a slight pout. While Lydia was more bold as she put her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed.

“And you never let us pay you,” the other Nevarran chided as he just dipped his horned head and chuckled low. The sound only served to piss both women off more, which should have made him nervous since he was finding his every waking thought consumed by them. But Maker, they were just too damn cute with their cheeks flushed pink in anger and that little foot stomp thing Nona did.

“It ain't that kind of present now.” He held his hands up in a sign of surrender as the bag swung with the movement. “I just…saw this and thought of you.”

Did he just admit that aloud? Maybe. But it wasn't like it was anything special. Honestly, if they were any other women they would be repulsed. But he had long ago learned his two little witches were– different.

His

The word rattled around in his brain before settling in the base of his skull like a comforting weight, but he shook it off as he brought the sack in front of him as a distraction. He definitely needed to stop that line of thinking about two women who were clearly into each other and not him.

“Anyway, it's just a fresh ‘possum I found on the side of the road. Normally I'd find an ant pile to clean the skeleton, but Nona was saying she needed something to feed her beetles and I know yall like bones. Possums have weird skulls, and I thought–”

His stream of rushed words was cut off by the way two women were looking at each other with mirrored wide eyed glances. He had been so sure this was a good idea. And this had made perfect sense in his head when he was scooping the carcass off the Texas back road into the first thing he could grab.

Hindsight was 20/20 however, and maybe he should have consulted Riley first.

But when they burst out in a fit of giggles, his shoulders eased and his mouth curved into what could almost be a grin. A broken clock was right twice a day, and it seemed this time he had chosen well as Nona scooped the bag from his outstretched hand.

“It is perfect!” She was busy untying the knot and peeking inside as Lydia crowded her to look as well. And as Ronnie leaned against the doorframe to soak in their joy at his unconventional gift, he just shook his head.

Of all the girls in Thedas his heart had to trip and fall for, it would be the two strangest little witches in Texas.

[sorcerousadventurer]

Down, down, down by the river

Lydia, Ronnie and Nona. Taking break? Napping? Enjoying a lazy evening? Who knows, who knows.

For @woundedsoul12 and @handsignals

@artworkout2026 Week 1 for May is: FEET

And I tell you something. Feet are my least favourite part of the body. I don't like feet. And I don't like to draw them. So yeah, why not draw three pairs of them?

And when I was thinking about the tile, Down by the river from Baldur's Gate III didn't want to leave my head.

And I went to town with this grass, but I found a fabulous brushset and just played with it for longer than I care to admit.

[sorcerousadventurer]

Where do you think you're going?

Nona @handsignals and Lydia are planning something that makes Ronnie @woundedsoul12 go prematurely grey and Riley has fun scheming.

Texas AU masterpost!

~1,5k words

Ronnie went out to join Riley on the porch for a morning cup of coffee. It looked like it was going to be a good day - it was warm, but cloudy, without the scorching sun, making it the perfect conditions to do some maintenance work on the farm.

"And what are our two witches up to today?" Riley nodded towards the neighbouring property. They could easily see their back porch and barn from where they were sitting.

People in town started referring to Nona and Lydia as The Two Witches some time after they moved in. There was nothing mean in it - it was more about their unusual fashion choices (and the fact that they owned Death Watch Beetles, started a poisonous plants garden, and had the habit of dancing barefoot in the old wild orchard that belonged to their house) than their personalities. Ronnie was afraid they would be upset by this, but they found it hilarious (because of course they did).

The two witches were currently busying themselves with taking one scooter out of the barn. It looked like they were going somewhere. On one scooter. Wearing some ridiculously short shorts.

"For fuck's sake," Ronnie rubbed his face with an exasperated sigh. "I told them not to drive those absurd things…"

"I don't think they're the types to listen, my man," Riley hid the smirk behind his cup of coffee. "And it looks like they're going for quite a trip. I don't think I ever saw them with backpacks. What are you still doing here?"

"We've got work to do today…"

"Nothing I can't handle myself," Riley grinned. Just yesterday, he told his dear cousin that the ladies were 'just roommates'. He suspected there was more to it, and that maybe they hadn't realised it yet. But he kept it to himself. He had plans for Ronnie, and those plans included both of their neighbours. "Now, go before they set out for their quest."

"And where do you think you're going?" Ronnie didn't want to sound so antagonistic, but he couldn't help it: with every day, he cared about his neighbours more than he was willing to admit.

"I know, I know, deer are only waiting to ram into us," Lydia rolled her eyes, but smiled at him brightly. "But we're only driving to town, we have a bus to catch, so sorry, no time to chat today."

"A bus?"

"We have some errands to run in the next town," Nona said, sitting on the scooter and preparing her hair to put on a helmet. "We'll be back by evening, I promise."

"Let me change, and I'll drive you," it meant that he would be out for the day, but when Riley said he could manage alone? He could manage alone. And a whole day spent with two women who lately occupied his mind constantly? That was a win.

"Are you… sure?" Nona's voice was strangely nervous.

"Type in where you need to go first," he handed Lydia his phone, with a navigation app already opened. He learned that presenting them with a done deal worked much better than trying to discuss with the two.

Lydia exchanged an amused glance with Nona and typed something in with a mysterious, little smile.

"Meet me in 10 minutes by the truck," Ronnie took the phone and turned back home. He was glad that he took a look at the location now, not when he was still talking to them. He felt a blush creeping up his face when he saw the name of a fancy lingerie boutique…

"You can't be serious," Ronnie grumbled for a millionth time when they were browsing the sleeping bag section. Nona was doing everything in her power not to scoff at him. "It is too dangerous for the two of you to go into the wild like this."

"Ronnie, I appreciate your concern, truly," she put her hand on his arm in a reassuring gesture. She already learned that the best way to get through to the stubborn qunari was by being as direct as she could. Imagining him as a big dog who wants to cuddle (but seems scary only because he's shy) also helped. "You're a sweetheart to worry so much. But have a little more faith in us? I promised Lydia I would take her camping and…"

"I get you have some experience," Ronnie was still scowling at her, but his voice was much less stern now. Small victories! "But if Lydia never even slept in the tent, it's not wise to go out there alone."

"I know we're just two stupid city girls to you," Lydia hasn’t said a word ever since they entered the store, so she startled them. Nona scolded herself internally for not noticing her friend going quiet during their bickering - her voice sounding this small worried her. "Why are you even… There's no need to rub it in our faces. Excuse me."

And with that, she rushed to the exit before anyone could say or do anything.

"Wait," Nona grabbed Ronnie's arm, stopping him from following her. "Give her some time, okay?"

"I don't think you're…"

"I know."

"I didn't mean to…"

"I know."

"I don't understand," Ronnie groaned, rubbing his face.

"Lydia has a hard time adjusting," Nona said, thinking about how much she can tell. "When I got this job offer, I didn't even think about asking her to move with me; she had a very good and promising career. She got only a part-time job at the coroner's office, and the college... Well, there are complications with her teaching position there."

"I didn't know, I thought you two…" Ronnie was clearly abashed.

"It's… complicated," Nona gave him a smile, not knowing if it was meant to comfort her or him. "She is not very good at talking about feelings."

"I don't think you're stupid," he blushed fiercely and looked somewhere over her shoulder, scuffing his boot awkwardly on the ground.

"I know, but you're right there with her in the not communicating properly club," she shrugged. "And she was really excited to go camping. I wanted to show her everything: creepy tales by the fire, marshmallows, fishing, you know, the whole experience. Her mother used to take her on hiking trips, but they always slept in mountain shelters."

"I wanted to offer to go with you, but I didn't want to press. I just don't want you to get hurt," Ronnie said after a pause, not looking directly at Nona. "Because you're new here, not because you're stupid."

"See? It wasn't that hard," Nona patted his arm. "And I'd be happy to have you on our little trip, I bet you know the best camping spots in the area. Now go, talk to her, and bring her back here. She must pick her sleeping bag colour."

Ronnie found Lydia in a nearby garden square: she sat on a bench with her face in her hands. Fuck. He approached her, his mind on hyper speed, thinking about what he should do and say. He settled on sitting next to her, and if she noticed his presence, she did nothing to show it.

"I'm sorry," Lydia said quietly before he mustered the courage to speak.

"What?" Ronnie asked, wishing to sound less dumb, but she threw him completely off balance. "I'm the one to apologise, not you."

She finally straightened up and looked at him. Ronnie exhaled with relief, seeing her face dry. The thought of making her cry made him sick.

"I don't think you're stupid," he said finally, just when she opened her mouth to speak. "Or weak. Or incapable. I know you and Nona can fend for yourselves without anyone's help. I just… You don't have anyone here. I wanted to help, so you two know there's someone to have your back. That you can count on me."

He sat there, anxious, while Lydia was looking at him. He felt like those big eyes of her were staring into his very soul. It was starting to get awkward when she suddenly burst out laughing.

"I think this was the longest you ever spoke to me," Lydia confessed while wiping her eyes. "Apologies accepted. I didn't want to make a scene, it was just… Too much? I'm trying really hard not to think of myself as a failure. It's not easy these days. Nona is constantly telling me that I spent too much time around academics trying to stab each other in the back, and she might be right. I am trying to find a second, hidden meaning in everything."

"You two can be reckless, but I said what I said. I just want to make sure you're both safe, no hidden agenda," Ronnie said it smoothly, but felt himself blushing. There might have been a hidden agenda, just not a backstabbing one. "I'll be coming with you on your camping trip, and Nona wants you to pick a sleeping bag. Better not make her wait."

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Ronnie groaned, looking at the gaudy, yellow leaflet with a badly cropped bug on it.

"You know that this is not a real bug, right?"

"Yup. It's just a cheap, plastic monstrosity," Lydia sat on his lap and stroked his hair. "And they have the ugliest merch I have ever seen."

"But Nona?" he leaned his head on hers.

"But Nona..." Lydia sighed heavily. "I even heard her saying Bigass Bug in her sleep this morning after you got up."

"A roadtrip it is, then," Ronnie knew when things were getting serious. He read the leaflet once again and frowned. "They've got a... Bug petting zoo? You know Princess is going to be upset if-"

"I did my research, they are actually legit?" Lydia interrupted him. Yes, she knew that if anyone kept bugs in bad conditions, Nona would go nuclear on them.

"You? Research? About bugs?" Ronnie rolled his eyes theatricallly.

"Don't be ridiculous, I asked mom!" Lydia slapped him on his arm. "She even called them, and she sounded impressed."

"If Myrna was impressed then I'm good," Ronnie nodded solemnly. While he didn't share the fear of Lydia's mother with Riley, he had tons of respect for her. And her knowledge about bugs was rivaled only by Nona's.

"It's a two hour ride. There is a leatherworker nearby who makes some nice saddles. We can use it as a cover story to surprise our Bug," Lydia knew that now they would need to also visit the leatherworker.

You know it's love when Lydia is planning a trip to look at bugs.

I thought that I'll do a little animation with Nona vibrating about Bigass Bug. And then this little scene came to my mind. I had other plans for the morning, but blorbos where very loud about bugs, who am I to oppose them 🤷‍♀️

For @handsignals and @woundedsoul12

You just know that Nona got those t-shirts for everyone. And matching caps. And socks. Lydia drew a line at the bathing suits, though.

Tag the harem @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @serensama @kabsey @lycheecatee @mushrooms-x-moss @redaresss @hedwigoprah @sunny374940 @tarasmom @zennihilation @chaosherald @lemondelighted

[sorcerousadventurer]

Toil and Trouble

For @woundedsoul12 and @handsignals

Inspired by Beasty's Micfrofic May.

Version without the text under the cut.

Tag the harem @sorcerousadventurer @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @serensama @kabsey @lycheecatee @mushrooms-x-moss @redaresss @hedwigoprah @sunny374940 @tarasmom @handsignals @zennihilation @woundedsoul12 @chaosherald @lemondelighted

[sorcerousadventurer]

Day 7: Memento mori, memento vivere

A Mourn Watch Week tale

Thank you @mournwatchweek for hosting 🖤

Last time Ronnie found something curious while spending time with Fred.

Nona belongs to @handsignals

Ronnie and Riley belong to @woundedsoul12

And Lydia belongs to me

Ronnie spent most of the night reading. And highlighting. And making notes on little fancy Post-its. It wasn't something he would normally do - even when he needed information, he'd rather talk to someone competent. And that was what he did two days ago. Riley might not have been the most competent person he knew (although he was much more versed in the relationship area than Ronnie, at least in starting them), but he was family, and Ronnie knew he could trust him.

Well, he knew he would need to go through a lot of mocking and roasting first. But this time, Riley was sitting there in silence, listening, so Ronnie just told him everything. All the weird shit Nona and Lydia were saying and doing. That they were exceptionally nice to him, but debated decorating his bones at the same time. That he just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of those two girls being so sweet and so… unsettling.

Riley didn't have any enlightened advice this time, like Ronnie expected him to have. He just told him to wait. And this evening, Ronnie found a little package on his bed, with a note:

As much as it is entertaining to watch all three of you dancing around each other, I feel you've got to the point where you're too caught up in your own head. This should have answers to your questions. Don't fuck it up, buddy.

Inside the package were highlighters, pens, post-it notes, and a leather-bound book: The Mourn Watch - The History of Nevarra's Most Famous Guild, Its Cultural Significance And Place In The Modern World.

The sun was already rising when Ronnie got to the end. He felt… Relieved. And giddy. His two neighbours cared about him. Him. They were not only trying to murder him, they were flirting with him. Now all the things made sense. The beetle wings painted with gold he found in the random places (he was now so glad he kept all of them), red string tied to even more unusual places (like Fred's mane or the steering wheel of his tractor), traces of salt on his doorstep.

The rush of excitement fell over him. Yes, he helped them a lot, he protected them. But it was something he'd have done whether he fancied them or not. He felt he needed to do more because one dead possum sounded like he didn't even make any effort. The camping he was organising in his head for them could be a good start. And maybe those matching gold bracelets with little horseshoe charms he saw at the antique store the other day wouldn't be too much after all?

Memento mori, memento vivere - these were the last words of the book. He could deal with his crushes' fascination with death, especially now, when he knew where it was coming from. And memento vivere? It wasn't something he'd expect to see in a book about culture so enamoured with the afterlife. But it made sense. And maybe it was truly time to remember to live.

Aaaaand that's it. 6/7 days is a good score. Thank you for taking this ride with me, girls and poor Ronnie (and Riley, just hanging out with the popcorn in the background).

Yeehaw gang tags: @serensama @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @jenn2d2 @sandcastlekings @serialsforbellara @hedwigoprah @zennihilation @kabsey @davrinsleftpectoral

Oh yeah, and the dead possum thing? You can read about it here.

[woundedsoul12]

Microfic May

A Collection of Microfics for the Microfic May Challenge. From bingo card 4

Featuring Riley x Lydia and Ronnie x Lydia x Nona

For @handsignals @sorcerousadventurer and @microficmay

Tags to be updated as I go along