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Putting together a bookshelf I bought last year.

Discussion question for the class:

Please show your work

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Because I have to know

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""""""Friends"""""""

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“There you are. Oh, I—”

I almost missed you. Missed this.

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Ughughugh I have no willpower or patience, pls enjoy this WIP 😭 WHY ISN’T THERE MORE NEVE LIP BITING IN THIS WORLD, I am personally filling this gap in the market asap

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rook. like the chess piece?

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Ok I gotta know...who is someone in Dragon Age Veilguard you can't romance but wish you could?

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MerMay: Illario Delamorte

My friends and I were talking about Mermay and realized there wasn't really any Mermaid!Illario so here he is.

I was thinking he is a shark, maybe a leopard shark.

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Thursday bangers 5/8

Lyric prompt game started by @woundedsoul12

Thank you @blackwall-my-tiny-husband for the tag!

Rules: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays)

This week's prompt is :: taylor swift’s Lover - I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

(Post game Rookanis. This one absolutely got away from me and will need some polishing, but it was definitely fun ^_^ )

My Dear Readers, society's salacious soirees are in full swing as the spring social season has started! For this week’s column, I invite you to look back with me over a lesson hard learned by two of our favorites - the soon to be Lord and Lady Dellamorte of Treviso. Once, our intrepid god slayers attempted the impossible, to keep their torrid love affair behind closed doors. Let this little retrospective be a warning to any other aspiring lovers: be forthright with your passions less you find yourself mistaken for easy prey by those on the hunt for love.

((“We can’t keep doing this,” Rook said, tossing another unsolicited bouquet of flowers into the trash bin of her assigned room at the Starkhaven Keep. There was a note, a profession of love and desire from a local minor noble. It was not the first she had received since arriving for the tourney yesterday and she had already lost count of how many would be companions had approached her in person.

Lucanis was fastidiously pulling perfumed and embroidered scarves from where they had been stuffed into his pockets. Favors from various admirers. They joined the flowers and love note in the trash. He had just arrived this morning and already looked exhausted. “Agreed.”))

To set the scene, dear readers, we must go back to the first social season after the Final Blight. The social calendar of the First Talon of the Antivan Crows was always demanding. The social calendar of the newly appointed Champion of the Veil, Hero of the Final Blight, Savior of Thedas, was even worse. Our beloved Rook, humble Mourn Watcher turned unexpected diplomatic darling of the north, was wholly unused to the scene but found herself the recipient of countless cannot refuse invitations.

We know now they did their best to coordinate, making the rounds together as much as possible, providing support for one another’s agendas and providing cover when one or the other of them needed to make a graceful exit.

But these appearances were all treated as obligations where our lovers were forced to be on display and accessible as Symbols and Policy Makers and Deal Brokers and other dull things. Rumor also has it both also fastidiously intentionally hoarded their true selves for private moments. So while they attended the balls and dinners and endless meetings together, some started to question if they were anything more than politically convenient allies.

I assume you see where this is going, Dear Readers? If one does not make it clear they are spoken for, they are inviting others to try speaking up!

That first season went smoothly enough. Many of the attendees at the glittering galas of the northern kingdoms knew the truth of their relationship and were able to dissuade their companions from attempting anything foolish.

And yes, I hear you Readers. Many in Tevinter knew. Enough of Archon Pavus’ inner circle had seen the lovers clinging to each other after the Battle of Minrathous to remove any question as to the nature of their relationship.

Arlathan knew. Many had shared camps with our heroes, broken bread with them, and saw them without the careful facades.

The Wardens told stories in the Anderfels. The Lords of Fortune in Rivain. 

And of course Antiva knew. Antivans love a dramatic love story and we love them for it. The First Talon and the Champion of the Veil, killing gods to keep each other safe. And we all know there are eyes everywhere in Treviso and they often spied stolen kisses at the cafes, held hands at the markets, and acts of immediate and unforgiving violence against any who dared threaten our trying-to-stay-hidden lovers. Antiva had front row seats and it was better than the opera and I might be a little jealous.

Nevarra was where the first hint of trouble came to be, where dear Rook and Lucanis had a preview of what keeping their private lives private actually meant. One of the many would be heirs of King Markus attempted to woo Lady Rook over the course of a multiday diplomatic summit. Lavish gifts and a surprise private banquet and a dramatic public proposal on the dance floor almost came to blows when he was unwilling to gracefully accept the lady’s refusal. And that was but the beginning.

((After divesting themselves of the unwanted presents, they sprawled on her bed.  Lucanis had his own assigned room at the keep, in a different wing, and should have been heading there to avoid any appearance of impropriety. Another annoyance to add to the list. Lucanis rested his head on her shoulder while Rook threaded her fingers through his hair. “I think it needs to be tonight,” Rook said. “If we don't deal with it now, one of us is going to kill someone and cause a diplomatic incident.”

Lucanis grinned, kissing her collarbone. “I am not adverse to killing people. Especially for you.”

Rook smiled, turning her face to rest on the top of his head. “I know, but it would be terribly unprofessional.”

“Ah, that we cannot have. Tonight then, at the ball. If you are sure?”

“I’m sure.”))

As you can imagine, and as you might have heard, the second social season after the final blight was dramatically worse. The south had stabilized enough that there were more players on the field and more social obligations beyond the Waking Sea and more people who only saw the publicly polite sides of our hidden lovers and firmly rejected any rumors of them being involved with one another.

The attempts at their attentions and affections grew bolder, or so we have heard. After a ball in Val Royeaux, the First Talon found an Orlesian Bard in his room, wearing nothing but a mask and a smile.

A festival in Halamshiral fell to chaos when an elven hunter from the Dales attempted to kidnap Rook, convinced she would only find true love amongst her own.

The tale has also spread that Master Dellamorte had to duel a minor Ferelden noble who called Lady Rook a knife ear when she refused his invitation to dance and later at that same event, Rook had to curse a Templar who had tried to take on the “Crow Abomination” after his daughter’s flirting was rebuffed.

Doesn’t it all just sound exhausting, readers? One can appreciate a desire for privacy, but this is a truth nonnegotiable: one mustn’t hide. Not from us! Not from themselves! A little bird told me that at the end of the season our poor beleaguered lovers turned to their friends for suggestions on how best to stop the insanity. The consensus was simple - as much as they wanted to keep things private, that wasn’t an option. They had to show the world what they were to each other. Dramatically and decisively. And how lucky for us that they did.

((Lucanis helped Rook sneak out the window of her room in Starkhaven and she led them to the nearest active Eluvian. Their friends had been delighted to help them plan their grand debut as an official couple. Too delighted, in some cases. But everything they needed was at the Lighthouse, waiting to be fetched when they decided circumstances warranted it. It seemed counter to who they were, preparing to flaunt the private truths they had forged between them, but inevitable too. And if it meant they could get back to business without the endless distractions, it would be worth it.))

Last season had many memorable moments. Of particular interest to this gossip rag and scandal spreader was of course the behavior of First Talon Lucanis Dellamorte and his now officially intended, the Lady Rook, at the grand ball of the Starkhaven Tourney. They arrived together, fashionably late. He wore Watcher green and plum, Rook’s personal sigil embroidered on a scarf wrapped around his arm. Lady Rook was in a gown of Antivan design, done in the colors of House Dellamorte, a fancy crow blade at her side and a fancier opal ring on her finger. The crowd was stunned to see the normally professional, approachable, boring are-they-aren’t-they couple shut out the rest of the world and have eyes only for each other. They refused to talk business, fed each other canapes, chased with not so chaste kisses, and danced the night away. One of my lovely sources described their final turn of the dance floor as scandalously indecent, practically intercourse with their clothing on, and the couple made no secret of their intention to retire to the same room once the evening concluded.

Delightful, isn’t it readers? May we all be so open with our love! And may we all learn the lesson they did: trying to hide the truth does you no favors.

((Rook kept her eyes stubbornly closed, trying to shut out the light shining through the window. Last night had certainly been something.  Terrifying, at first. Putting themselves on display. By the end of the night, however, dancing with Lucanis, she had genuinely stopped caring about what everyone else thought. “How long do you think we have before Caterina and Teia start planning the wedding?”

Lucanis pulled her closer, his breath tickling her ear. “I’m sure they’ve already started.”))

Of course, that brings us back to the now. The highlight of the social scene this week is expected to be our lovers' grand wedding in Treviso. We wish them joy, a fabulous party, and just a little bit of drama and scandal.

And for the record, a little bird told me Lord and Lady Dellamorte already shared private vows in front of their inner circle, so maybe they did find a way to keep some parts of their lives to themselves. Dear Readers, we may never know for sure.

Until next week!

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Thursday Bangers

Lyric prompt game started by @woundedsoul12 thank you for the tag. I love these prompts. This one has had me stumped. Which is weird because I love fluff. And Taylor swift is great. But man this one was not speaking to me. Until I decided it wasn’t meant for my modern AU lol. 

Rules: Free from a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays) 

This week's prompt is :: taylor swift’s Lover - I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all 

This is set about 18 months post game. 

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Turvi and Neve strolled along the docks. It was clear for once, no rain clouds in sight. The sun was just starting to sink below the horizon. He knew it was Neve’s favorite time of day and he was happy he had been able to pry her out of the office in time to catch it. They walked in companionable silence, drinking in the golden glow off the water. Turvi slipped an arm around Neve’s shoulders and tucked her in close, her curves lining up with his body like she was made just for him.

“Can you believe that it’s been a year since me and Rana bought the building for the detective agency? A whole year of Minrathous Monsters and Murders,” Turvi mused. 

Neve chuckled, “We really shouldn’t have let Davrin name it.”

“Hey Rana liked the name just as much as he did. She even had the sign made, so you couldn’t change your mind.” Turvi smiled fondly thinking about his friends. “That means we’ve been living in the apartment above the agency for a year now too.”

Neve hummed appreciatively. “Do you miss Rivain and working with the lords?” She asked, tipping her face to look at him. 

Turvi stopped walking so he could look at Neve. “Sometimes. I miss the sunny beaches and everyone at the Hilt. But I’d rather have one year with you than one hundred in Rivain without you.”

Neve gave him a wide genuine smile. The kind that reached her eyes and made the little smile lines around her mouth more apparent. It was his favorite Neve smile, and it made him broaden his own in return. Before Neve could say anything he continued, “I gave up the loot-y for the booty. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He said as seriously as he could manage, which really meant with barely contained laughter. 

“Oh no,” Neve said, pulling away from him. “That’s it. We’re done. It’s been a good year but no more.” And she shoved him off the dock. 

Turvi surfaced laughing and with a heart full of love, for Neve and the life they’d built together in the city. There really was no place he’d rather be. 

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Special thanks to @pixiedurango for giving me the “looty and the booty” line. Though I did take a little liberty with it lol.

If anyone else tagged me for this game this week thank you. I don’t remember, my brain is mush because I’ve had a terrible allergy headache all day.

In that same vein I’m going to throw out some no pressure tags. If you’ve already done it I’m sorry, tell me and I’ll go read it. And if I already read it I’ll read it again lol. @serensama @seaglassmelody @therivercrow @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @mythals-whore @thedissonantverses @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai

Text meme tax for making such a terrible joke.

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“You’re stuck with me, Trouble. Until whatever end finds me.” 💔

More painting! I promise I won’t give them all away before I finally post the whole thing. I’ve been thinking lately about how Neve Gallus, protector of Docktown, must feel if [censored for spoilers] happens in the final battle. She wouldn’t blame Rook. She’d blame herself. But every day after the credits roll would slap her in the face with what Minrathous endured, and how, and why.

How do you come back from something like that?

(Close-ups under the cut)

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I will never get over the looty and the booty. Gonna have to find a way to make him say it again some time. I know I’m biased but you should definitely read about Turvi and Cara’s night on the town.

Shameless Self Promotion Saturday

Thank you so much for tagging me @the-sparrohawk and @rookinthecrownest on this fine Saturday. For the past week I was basically caught in another hyperfiixation - lucky enough it's still one that is VG related, so I still have something to self promote.

After doing the vibes board for Cara the other week I got stuck in making more and more vibe boards. It feels a little like meditation to me and what I really love, is that I really get to know my friend's Rooks as I am deep down in their personality for hours. I am really happy that everyone I surprised with a vibes board, liked it so far - because let's be real, everyone is so much in love with their OCs, I would not want to disappoint! Check them out: Alecto de Riva (@alystrin03 's Rook) Naera Laidir (@serensama 's Rook) Xander de Riva (@ezriell 's Rook)

I also did a board for Viago de Riva and one for Cara and Lucanis my OTP

The other thing I managed to finish, was another date fic for Cara. It came with another ask for "Cara's Tinder" writing game and went a little out of hand into 3000 words of cuteness and fluff in Treviso with one of the sweetest Rooks I got to know so far. Turvi Laidir belongs to @davrinsleftpectoral and I want to thank you again for trusting me with your sweet boy. It was so much fun. This little fic also contains this week's probably the best sentence regarding the Lords of Fortune ever. OUT THERE FOR THE LOOT-Y AND THE BOOTY With this I'm already done for the past week but I need to remind myself that this is a) no competition and b) that quantity is not better than quality. In this spirit I want to invite @alystrin03 @becausedragonage @hyperions-light @rook-de-rivas @rookamell @flowersforthemachines @thedissonantverses @therivercrow @ofcrowsanddragons @bubblecat-co @melody-loka @draco-illius-noctis @badwolf626 @antivan-sprig @midnightwind @motleymercurialmarionette and everyone who wants to show off a little or just wants to play. I also found this little ritual a good way to reflect on what I actually did/accomplished over the past days. It tends to be more than I guessed. I love you all!

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sometimes two brainrots can collide, and I want to say that Ghilasara would be a fan of suicide missions, so she would've felt right at home in the world of Clair Obscur

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I'm back on my meme making bullshit

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Taash reads thirst tweets

Taash: Hello my name is Taash, I'm the dragon hunter for the lords of fortune, and I'm here today with LADBible to read... what was it again?

Muffled voice off screen: thirst tweets

Taash: what? Tweets... what are they thirsty for?

Muffled voice off screen: well they're... they're thirsty for you

Taash: thirsty in what way?

Muffled voice off screen: I guess like.. in the way that they want to have sex with you?

Taash: Oh. Why didn't you just say so? I'm Taash and I'm here with LADBible to read sex tweets!

Muffled voice off screen: that's actually not what it's ca

*intro plays*

Taash: "I want Taash to crush my head between their thighs and set me on fire"

Taash: Well... you'd be dead, so. I don't know what you'd get out of that. Except... death, I guess. Probably easier ways to die but yea, sure. You do you.

Taash: "you know Taash is gonna give it to you nasty 'cause nothing hits like that they/them p[BLEEP]y"

Taash: They/them p[BLEEP]y? What? Who uses pronouns for their p[BLEEP]y? Well... I guess technically 'it' is a pronoun, but... you wouldn't refer to your p[BLEEP]y as 'them' that'd be stupid. It's p[BLEEP]y it's not a person.

Muffled voice off screen: just so you know... we can't use that word on air, so every time you use it we have to bleep it

Taash: what? p[BLEEP]y?

Muffled voice off screen: yes.. that word

Taash: you have to bleep that? Why?

Muffled voice off screen: I... they make us do it

Taash: that's weird, so what should I say instead, c[BLEEP]nt?

Muffled voice off screen: well... that's not really...

Taash: sn[BLEEP]tch?

Muffled voice off screen: that's also, kind of, in the same area. So it's... about the same yea

Taash: ok, so like is c[BLEEP]nt better than p[BLEEP]y? Or is c[BLEEP]nt and p[BLEEP]y about the same? Maybe sn[BLEEP]tch is better than c[BLEEP]nt

Muffled voice off screen: just... use whatever you are most comfortable with

Taash: all right... you brought it up

Muffled voice off screen: yea I... I'm starting to regret that now

Taash: We'll move on... "Taash I know you got a horny head but I could give you some horny head"

Taash: ...what?

Muffled voice off screen: horny, like... horns, you got..

Taash: oh, right. Horny like horns, on my head.

Muffled voice off screen: and giving head like...

Taash: yea yea I know what giving head is, it's when you eat p[BLEEP]y. Or c[BLEEP]k I guess, if you're into that. Oh right I'm not supposed to say p[BLEEP]y. What was it I should say instead, c[BLEEP]nt? Was it c[BLEEP]nt?

Muffled voice off screen: either is fine, just...

Taash: I still don't get what the deal is, do you guys not like p[BLEEP]y?

Muffled voice off screen: it's not really about preference, it's more... we have to abide to network regulations

Taash: oh. So the network doesn't like p[BLEEP]y?

Muffled voice off screen: can we just get back to the...

Taash: right right, we gotta get back to the sex tweets. I mean I get it, not everything is for everyone, it just... seems a little extreme, if you ask me. But whatever

Taash: "Taash could swallow me whole in one bite like a vinsomer"

Taash: Well I can't do that... unless you're very small, and even then it sounds kinda gross. Also vinsomer eat fish so... if you typed this then you're probably not a fish because fish can't type, because they don't have thumbs. And again, much like that other one... this would also kill you, you'd die. How are so many of these resulting in death? Do people just not understand the concept of dying? Because that's like one of the most important things to understand if you're trying to live your life. These tweets are kinda vashedan, honestly

Taash: "Taash BIG mommy mommy step on me mommy kgkhldl..." and it's just a bunch of letters, like they just mashed their keyboard or something. I mean, whatever you say, user 'scout_in_Thedas'

Taash: I don't know how I feel about this whole mommy thing, I haven't really thought about it. Because it's just a sex thing, right? People don't really want you to be their mom, they just want you to f[BLEEP]k them with authority. And if it's not about being a mom... then it's not really about being.... a woman. Mommy, daddy... neither really feels... right. Eh, maybe it works. I like f[BLEEP]king people with authority, so... sure. Whatever works. Maybe there is a better term if you're non-binary, I'll have to ask Isabella. Not because she's a non-binary expert or anything, she just knows a lot of sex stuff.

Taash: Oh so this was all of it? Well... that was fun. Some of these got kinda weird, but... that's ok. I know some people like to get weird with it. Even if you're freaky you still got f[BLEEP]k right? These guys know what I'm talking about

Muffled voice off screen: I'm not... I'm not sure that we do

Taash: well you make the show, so. Yea, this has been Taash doing the show where LADBible tracks down people who are thirsty for sex

Muffled voice off screen: can you please not phrase it like that

Taash: isn't that what you do?

Muffled voice off screen: well...

Taash: people like this show, you should be proud

Muffled voice off screen: sure sure, uhm.... it's just a little long

Taash: right right. This has been... Taash with LADBible, doing thirsty for sex tweets

Muffled voice off screen: ...close enough

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Guess who redrew the Biyavrin piece again lol 😔

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WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs