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Spite grunts in acknowledgement, all too familiar with the wisps that float about the fade. Another part of the fade, older or younger than he was. After all, spirits grew and died in an endless cycle, returning back to the fade to remanifest again eventually. Some were moments forgotten, concepts left to wither away, eventually merging back with the energies of the fade to begin the cycle one more. Others? At the very beginning of said cycle, slowly accumulating power until they could once again manifest as a fully fledged concept. Never the same, but also the same. 

The demon understands the fade and its inhabitants very well even as he’s cut off, only capable of experiencing it in these brief, rare moments. When Lucanis either willingly - or unwillingly - afforded him control. His gaze follows her hand movements, responding in that familiarly raspy voice of his that distorts his host’s slightly. “ weak spirits. Barely holding themselves together. Not like Curiosity. Curiosity is stronger. Curiosity has feet  ” 

He lifts his hand, snagging another piece randomly, placing it in another square again with little thought for his movements. Unintentionally contributing to the ‘stalling’ of the game, he doesn’t seem too bothered by the lack of ‘action’. The small movements between them are enough. “ Yes. Compassion isn’t there ” he vaguely recalls the Spirit of Compassion they had come across, thankfully in Rivain rather than the Necropolis. “ Curiosity’s feet came from there. I want them too ” 

Lucanis’s are alright - but Spite is fonder of the skeletal look. Of Curiosity really. “ How do you make them? ”

Cassandra watched him carefully, if only to judge his emotions and to judge how calm the spirit was. She knew the dangers of upsetting him, having seen him lash out, get angry, so she was taking it slow, both in conversation and in the game of chess before them.

She couldn't help but find his attention to the Rook piece adorable in his own way. Listening to his words she nodded a bit. "When I was growing up, the wisps often liked to flock to those they could tease and mess about. Adorable little spirits," she shared her story a bit. Remembering even reading to them as a kid and they would reenact the story as much as they could as little orbs.

Watching as he moved his piece she thought for a moment on how she wished to move. Deciding to move her next piece strategically, though the strategy was to draw out the game, let Lucanis sleep for as long as possible.

"There we go." She answered as she leaned back in her seat, relaxing from hunching over the board for a moment. "Do you like when we visit the Necropolis? I know it's not exactly the Fade, but the Veil is so thin there, it's the closest thing."

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No. I want. Her heart. Quivering. On our knife.

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@luna-mxth - oh hang on, what's happening there?

taskmaster prompts // always accepting

He steps along the ridge of the roof, carefully balancing himself in a way that appears almost effortless. It takes a specific amount of strength and controlled movement to do so, the crow only capable of doing so after years of effort. Lucanis still recalls the times he and illario would tumble down the roof, falling into whatever foliage lie below Sometimes it's difficult to recall just how long ago those times were. 

Still, the Crow simply focuses on what's ahead, hair shifting slightly beneath the gentle evening breeze. Despite the time, it’s still bright in Treviso, her lights from below illuminating the sky above slightly. Noise lazily floats into their space, the chattering of locals and Antaam guards breaking the peaceful silence. At her words he glances outwards, towards a suspicious light several rooftops away from them. 

He can hear metal clashing with metal, a struggle likely taking place. 

“ It may be Venatori. Or anyone really, a lot of the less fortunate tend to prowl these streets at night. Care to investigate? ”

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@nekrotisch - you have fifteen minutes.

taskmaster prompts // always accepting

It sits on the tip of his tongue, a snarky retort in response. Exasperation fills the Crow, but not because of her - never because of her - but due to the situation itself. Urgency is expected, but he can only do so much when the locks themselves were far different than he was used to. Instead of deadbolts they were older mechanisms, crafted from knowledge lost to time, ancient elven inscribed on the door secured shut. Lucanis darts forward, kneeling down quickly and retrieving the small lockpicks from his pouch. 

“ only? that's more generous than most ” he finally speaks, tone slightly on edge but otherwise controlled. Even without spite he can sense the danger that surrounds them, the demons that likely lurk in the shadows as they make their way through the ancient temple. Lucanis inserts one of his lockpicks carefully, using another to help as he begins to work with his tools, eyes narrowed slightly. 

“ demons are coming ” spite speaks with his voice, distorting the normally soft accent with demonic energy. Lucanis is a little more used to his presence now, unfazed as he regains control again, the soft clicking of metal against metal breaking the silence. “ keep them busy I need time ” 

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Corvidwrought ✦ indie semi-selective private lucanis dellamorte from dragon age. est june 2025

oc / crossover friendly ✦ multi-ship / duplicate friendly ✦ not spoiler friendly ✦ carrd

all graphics by ©

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It’s a dull, throbbing pain that lingers as the battle wanes, bodies falling at their feet. A mix of red, white, and hints of blue litter the battlefield, the light reflecting off the metal poking out from beneath fabric. He instinctively raises a hand towards the hole in armor, gloved hands pressing against the exposed underarmor beneath. It’s woven chainmetal that protects him, though a small hole is burnt through by the festering magic that had slipped between the cracks. 

Nothing too out of the ordinary, though he can feel the blood slowly pooling out beneath the chainmail. 

“ Spite seems eager enough ” he responds with an amused chuckle, softened by the slightest exasperation that lurks beneath. Not towards her , but the demon beneath, the slightest flicker behind his eyes indicating the demon’s presence. Especially in the midst of battle, his voice still slightly distorted by the demonic energy that slowly wanes. “ the world could use a little less venatori anyways ” 

Lucanis slips his rapier into his hilt slowly, listening for the slightest ‘click’ that indicates its secured. Despite his words earlier, the injury still stings even hidden behind the mesh. Still, he doesn’t relent. “ I will be fine. It’s nothing serious, I’ve had worse. Would you feel more comfortable if I let you inspect it? ” There's no sarcasm in his voice - only honesty, the man fully willing to allow her to judge for herself.

she wrenches her sword from the neck of a fallen venatori; a little grisly, sure, but somehow not nearly as grim as fighting darkspawn. "more of the same," she tells lucanis. it's an educated guess at any rate. something their enemies all seem to have in common— they come in packs.

which was fine, nothing she and lucanis— and spite— couldn't handle. she eyes lucanis a little longer, concern narrowing her gaze but trust holding her tongue. she tries not to pester him, not when he's already waved her off. has to believe he'd let her know if there was a real problem.

"i'm sure we can find someone else out for our blood," she continues, bright, sharp grin curling on to her lips. "if you're bored." all things considered though, nessa would rather fight the venatori. at the end of the day, evil is evil, but cultists were a little self-righteous in a way that made it almost satisfying to kill them, without the grating buzz of tainted awareness that followed darkspawn. then, because she really can't help herself, "you sure they didn't get too much of a hit on you?"

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@vorashvan - now, super quick question. can i get on the roof?

taskmaster prompts // always accepting

Despite the late hour, the market is bustling. Cheery voices travel through the air despite the Antaam guards that watch over the cacophony of people, their gaze resolute and everlasting. They don’t move much at all really, massive arms folded over their chest as they look over the crowd. Lucanis slips through the people easily, coin pouch secured beneath his leather armor, a small sack of items attached to his belt. It was towards the end of their little trip into the markets, a few items procured for the Lighthouse and safeguarded by the Crow assassin. 

He doesn’t look at the Qunari guards - better to remain inconspicuous rather than draw attention to them. Lucanis had invited Bellara along with him since they both assisted in preparing meals at the Lighthouse. Leading them through, he eventually pauses at the steps towards the exit, the one without an Antaam guard looming over them. 

“ is there any other way to travel? ”  he responds jokingly, brown eyes seeking out a way up. After a second he catches sight of a lattice attached to a nearby wall, a bit of foliage woven through the wooden construct. It’s easier to climb at this time of year when the plants aren’t nearly as unruly. Lucanis gestures towards it, reaching down to double check his pouch is still holding steady. “ I can show you the best ones if you’d like. Some of them are particularly fun to climb ”

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PROMPTS FROM TASKMASTER SEASON 19 *  assorted dialogue from the tv show, adjust as necessary

i understand. i mean, i think you're absolutely fucking stupid for saying it.

if you don't mind, i'd like to just dwell on the regret.

i'm either going to hate you, or i'm going to hate myself.

don't make me look silly.

do i have a choice?

other people had boyfriends, and i had batman.

you've both met ed sheeran?

this is weird.

i don't think i'm getting paid enough for this.

yeah, i've thought about that more than once a day, every day since.

come on, you little fucker.

you've been raiding the old tombs again, have you?

it's quite rude.

that's what i call mine.

i'm just happy she's getting laid.

why are you saying that?

let's see the fruits of their labor.

i painted my whole room when i was a teenager in batman style.

when do you guys ever have fun?

i imagine this is what your house is like. empty.

oh, that's a bit mean.

i was on my period.

shut up. shut up with the puns.

i dread to ask what you've brought in.

oh hang on, what's happening there?

so far i agree. do you agree?

i think the best thing for a middle aged man to have on his bedside table is a book of poetry.

you have fifteen minutes.

why are you dressed like this?

i'm busy giving you a dirty look.

when i've finished with you, i'm gonna go to him.

is that your dirty look?

don't worry, we're gonna get married. this is foreplay.

i thought yours was good, as well.

don't play me.

i think probably everyone in the room can do this.

ask me another one.

i'm not impressed.

tricky, tricky, tricky.

i was just gonna lie down.

i can't actually do that.

i go to friend's houses, and they just pour me red wine out of a bottle. and i think, "you haven't got a decanter."

that's so snooty, i don't even understand it.

have you washed these carrots?

i like your system.

i think you might be close to the edge.

i remember that fondly.

shall we do it?

i'm gonna go and get a guitar.

now, super quick question. can i get on the roof?

if you could use one word to describe me, what would it be?

is that you? looks like you.

there is something oddly satisfying about it.

i am a man of my word, and i told you you would get an an opportunity to see me take my trousers and pants down/

i didn't say when or where.

i've seen all the mission impossibles. you aren't in it.

somehow, i had it in my mind i had to crack the code.

is it a lemon?

what if i hopped the fence and went into the golf course and you never saw me again?

what are you going to do with the shoes?

i went on a date with a woman who was much stronger than me once. and i didn't mind it.

i'm not gonna lie. i crushed it.

i have fucked it.

is "ha ha" a word?

don't look!

i like mushrooms.

listen, you're getting a bit aggressive, okay?

you started as a thoughtful, attentive man and now you're becoming an arsehole.

we were the monsters, weren't we?

i don't really respect myself.

i started crying, and then he took me to mcdonalds.

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hello, finally here today. as i said I would be this time since i haven't been here in a hot minute <3 working through some drafts - including one i forgot to put in my tracker ><

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It’s almost ironic to consider the threat of mage’s being possessed when he himself was now - Spite stirs a little at the thought but doesn’t seem keen on interrupting anymore. Their discussion was boring and offered him nothing, so the demon remained in the back of the assassin’s mind. Quiet, but present - how Lucanis wished the demon would behave for the most part. 

“ Crows may begin training as early as six. Potentially earlier if you’re from one of the Talon Houses ” He explains, entirely unbothered by the concept. It was his normal. “ A lot of our skills and discipline have to be trained when a fledgling is younger. When they can recover and survive injuries far easier than they might if they were older ” 

It was how it had been explained to him anyways - a part of him still felt the slightest resentment for his training. That there were other Crows that endured and understood the pains was enough for him to relent however. There was some truth to the matter anyways - children’s bones were more likely to heal when they were young. Adult Crows were far harder to train if they did not already possess the aptitude.  “ I think that so many leaders trust your judgement right now speaks volumes . What is it that you find yourself hesitating about?”

Norrim's ears flicked as she listened, only realizing halfway through his apology that he might think her offended by his assumption, and shook her head quickly when she did.

"No, no... there's no need to apologize. I... wasn't thinking. Do Crows really work that young?"

Concern was etched into her features, but he seemed to not want to dwell on it as turned his attention back to the subject at hand. She looked back to the book, how its aged, gold-embossed cover reminded her of some of the books they had back at Skyhold. At her companion's comment, she shook her head.

"You've got a point. It's not really something little mage apprentices would even need to think about. It doesn't exactly fit in with 'don't shoot fireballs in the house' and 'don't get possessed.'" There was a slight pause as he kept going, her gaze falling to the table. Eventually, she looked back up and offered Lucanis a slight smile.

"Sometimes I think you all have more faith in me than I do myself, but... I have to do what's needed, right? If not for Thedas, then for my family."

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"Honey and lavender cream. Sweet, intriguing..." This started off as a leyendecker style study, ended up as lucanis drinking his coffee and me rendering that cloud of smoke for wayy too long rip -☕🪻🍯🐝-

[ get him as a print here!]

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🐝  *  ―  𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮/𝑩𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

BEING LEFT ❛  wait! you can't just leave me here alone!  ❜ ❛  i don't know how to live in a world where i'm all alone.  ❜ ❛  everyone i've ever loved has either left or died.  ❜ ❛  i'm not yet ready for it to end.  ❜ ❛  will we ever see each other again?  ❜ ❛  please! you promised! you promised you'd never leave.  ❜ ❛  if you leave now, i'll never forgive you.  ❜ ❛  are you really going to leave after everything we've been through?  ❜ ❛  how am i supposed to keep on like before when you're not here anymore?  ❜ ❛  i knew this day would come, but i hoped it wouldn't be today.  ❜ ❛  please don't go. not yet. just stay a little longer ...  ❜ ❛  don't just walk away. say something, anything, before you go.  ❜ ❛  so that's it? you're just ... gone?  ❜ ❛  you can't just walk away like none of this meant anything!  ❜ ❛  why does everyone i love always leave?  ❜ ❛  i should've known better than to think you'd stay.  ❜ ❛  is it really that easy for you to walk away?  ❜ ❛  you said we'd face the world together. now i have to face it alone.  ❜ ❛  if you're going, at least look me in the eyes and say goodbye.  ❜ ❛  i don't have the strength to watch you walk away again.  ❜

LEAVING ❛  i'm sorry, but i cannot stay here any longer.  ❜ ❛  for once, i'm trying to do the right thing.  ❜ ❛  you don't need me here anymore. you've always been stronger on your own.  ❜ ❛  i wish staying was enough. i really do.  ❜ ❛  don't look at me like that. if i don't walk away now, i never will.  ❜ ❛  one day, you'll understand why i have to walk away.  ❜ ❛  i wish i could stay, but this isn't my place anymore.  ❜ ❛  don't wait for me. i don't know when ... if i'll be back.  ❜ ❛  i wish there was another way. but there isn't.  ❜ ❛  this isn't goodbye because i don't care. it's because i do. too much.  ❜ ❛  this goodbye is the hardest thing i've ever had to do.  ❜ ❛  i'm leaving because i love you too much to keep hurting you.  ❜ ❛  i'm sorry i couldn't be what you needed me to be.  ❜ ❛  i have to go find who i am without all this.  ❜ ❛  just because i'm leaving doesn't mean i stopped caring.  ❜ ❛  i'm not running. i'm just done waiting.  ❜ ❛  every step i take away from here is breaking me.  ❜ ❛  i can't keep pretending this place feels like home.  ❜ ❛  the hardest part isn't leaving. it's knowing you'll be here when i'm not.  ❜ ❛  sometimes goodybe is the kindest thing we can say.  ❜

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Despite the ‘rational’ reasons she supplied, Lucanis had his doubts still. Even if he knew very little about mages beyond what his mother had taught, it still felt wrong. Family was family. Though he followed Andrastian beliefs, he couldn’t see himself relinquishing one of his children to the Circle. Not without a fight - though the Crows rarely did anyways. Only when they rejected the Crows were they handed over and none in his family had ever done so. 

“ I didn’t know there were ways to be certain until magic manifested eventually ” Lucanis comments, tone carefully controlled to avoid revealing his disapproval. No need to stir a pot already left so simmer over the years. “ my mother wasn’t trained until her magic revealed itself when she was a little older ” 

At her words he lets his gaze wander again, taking in the garden slowly. It’s not at all what he expected from necromancers - there’s enough skeletons but the equal amount of life defied expectations. It spoke of their beliefs loudly, the way life and death were weighed in equal measure. How balance was a fundamental part of the way the fade and the waking world existed intertwined. They were more than wieldings of death and through her he understood it much better. 

“ maybe the skeletons and the green. But the mourn watch surprised me. You have surprised me ” brown eyes drift back to her, gloved hands gently reaching to take hers into his. There’s a slight shift in his expression, a hint of mischief flickering in his eyes. Except there’s no purple - it’s the Crow through and through. “ though I will say necromancers have certainly made it harder for the Crows. How do we complete a contract if they keep getting back up? ” 

He chuckles softly before his expression shifts again, this time a little more curious. His thoughts drift back to the earlier topic. “ Though, who raised you? If you had no parents? Do skeletons raise children here?”

This patience, as well as his sincere attention given to her talking about her calling, her life's work, was appreciated. Most avoided the talk of death and spirits, especially those not from Nevarra. She tried her best to avoid being to technical, and speaking in a way that would make the conversation harder for him to understand. Not that she found him ignorant or uneducated, but rather this was extremely niche and typically not something one needed to know to fight Venatori.

"That's why it's so hard to prove the belief. There have been some research on the subject that have proven the concept, but with how many people die, or are born, at any given point, it's hard to prove." She hoped it wasn't a cop out of the subject, but more explaining why it has never been proven, but it still is a large part of being Nevarran.

She smiled as he sat down next to her, his question softened the smile, hands on her lap as she rubbed them together. As much as she pretended her origins didn't hurt her still like when she was a kid. "No one knows for sure, the suspicion is my parents abandoned me here. They were sure I would be a mage despite being way to young for my magic to manifest."

Her eyes stared over at the Gardens from the balcony they sat on, more staring into space than anything in particular before she turned to face Lucanis once more. "It's probably one of the safest places I feel is in these Gardens. How thin the veil is feels refreshing almost, to me at least," she fiddled with the gold chain around her wrist that was part of her grave dowry.

"You once showed me Treviso at night and talked about it being you're favorite place. I wanted to show you mine, here. It's beautiful in it's own way, the flowers, the veilfire, the serenity of death," she tilted her head a bit, a laugh perhaps at her own words, or her fear this would creep him out. "Though maybe a bit cliche for a necromancer."

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stole his beard and deaged him. sorry.

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Lucanis & Romance

Lucanis is very open generally about what he expects from a romance. And he's quick to speak on it early on to avoid anyone's heart from being broken. he's very caring in that regard - just because he may break things off doesn't mean he's doing it to wound someone. Granted, he's never been in a relationship prior to Veilguard, but still.

He won't court someone who is after his family name - which is the main reason why he's never dated anyone. Crows are familiar, but they are familiar. He's well aware of the political negotiations and whatnot that go in between Houses - he doesn't care. He simply won't be interested in someone who only wants to enter a relationship because of his House.

He also isn't likely to find interest in someone who comes off swinging right off the bat with sexual desire and such. He doesn't feel sexual attraction until after forming an emotional bond. Lucanis is more likely to take offense and withdraw back. Even afterwards his libido is fairly low as is, so anyone seeking a highly sexually active relationship would find him disappointing in that regard. He's far more interested in other acts of affection , adoration, and love. Gifts, dates, hobbies, just spending time with someone...he loves all of that.

finally, he is 100% interested in having children. Like there is no debate - but he's more open to adopting than he would have been prior to becoming First Talon. Caterina is very adamant about having children born into House Dellamorte, but once Lucanis becomes First Talon and really starts standing up for himself? It's his way. If he and his partner can't have children themselves for whatever reason, he'll adopt. But he's also very clear about that - he wants children. It will never be a secret. If someone decided they weren't interested in children he probably would break things off - but as friendly as possible. He would respect their decision - but he doesn't align with what he sees for himself.

As for children, funny enough, Spite actually will influence his children 100%. His children will have a high chance of being mages because of it. Lucanis himself already has the faintest affinity for magic - not enough to manifest but enough that a demon was able to possess him without killing him.

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@quiisquiliae - ship for tal >.>

shipping sheet prompt // always accepting

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: yes, I do still have on my mind their shared 'professions' per say as something to bond over. the awkwardness of being an 'amateur' assassin with a 'professional' one has so much potential. also? the possible family drama if Catarina doesn't approve ( for that specific reason ). lots to think about and mull over. but 100% there won't be anything sexual happening at all until they'd be official.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )