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ardet nec consumitur

burned but not consumed

stunning commission of Francesca from nosce te ipsum I got from @drathe thank you so so much!!

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he's v babygirl but also

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A reverse harem series that I’ve been reading for the last several years just wrapped up on Monday with the sixth book. Until now, it’s the kinkiest thing I’d read.

Cause like, what’s ten guys and one girl in a magical bond compared to one rook screwing a skeleton with a magical dick?

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knee deep in the passenger seat or whatever

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I vaguely recall posting this yesterday. Imagine my surprise waking up to the notifications, thanks past me.

I love imagining all of the Rooks in the reblogs getting down to all of these songs, y’all really know how to paint a picture :D

We’re celebrating— it’s Karaoke time!

What song is your rook singing their heart out to?

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must've been one hell of a party

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Rook Appreciation Week 2025 - Day 5: Mercar

Miss Mila Mercar!

For @rookappreciationweek, I did portraits of different Rooks from all around tumblr. Day 5 it's good old Mila from, well, @goodoldmila XD I can't believe I managed to finish this one this quickly dsfjdosjdjsajdsoa you mentioned you imagined her with piercings so I took some liberties :3

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If you'd like a portrait of your own Rook or any other character, my Commissions are open! I offer a variety of options from basic portraits to full body posters, you're more than welcome to DM me for more info!

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Rook Appreciation Week 2025 - Day 4: Laidir

Miss Lydia Laidir!

For @rookappreciationweek, I did portraits of different Rooks from all around tumblr. Day 4 it's the one and only Lydia from @sun-marie! I freaked out a little bit when I recognized her XD Hope you like it!

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If you'd like a portrait of your own Rook or any other character, my Commissions are open! I offer a variety of options from basic portraits to full body posters, you're more than welcome to DM me for more info!

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A little portrait for my Rook, Jirell Ingellvar uwu

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Emmrich and elodie as parents...

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Thursday with friends/ A word banger(?)

Who would have thought that one week of company workshop will get me off the writing flow so hard? Everyone writes a banger after banger for the tag games and amazing fics left and right and I can't even manage to keep up with the reading. ;_; I will now go and lie face down in the shame corner.

Thank you @hedwigoprah for this game and thank you to @serensama for the tag for both "A word with Friends"

Balter

to dance or tread clumsily, without particular grace or skill

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends.

and the Thursday Banger:

All my friends we're glorious | Tonight we are victorious — Victorious by Panic! At The Disco

Rules for your Copy and Paste: 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).

I had some fun writing about Hugo meeting Viago for the first time recently, so we're going to stick with the disaster Crow for this one. The legend says that he remembers the night he became a full Crow.

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The seaside tavern spun around as Hugo drank another shot of liquor–too expensive for his tastes–both smooth and burning at the back of his throat. Best thing about it was that it was paid for by someone else. Probably. Hopefully. 

The lively music played in the background without faltering, a band rewarded generously by mostly Crow patrons for their efforts. A couple of his recently fledged friends were all but baltering at the hastily arranged dance floor. Poise and grace had no use tonight. 

Hugo himself barely escaped the tangle of bodies just a couple moments earlier. 

Somehow the trip to the bar was harder than the contract he’d just completed. The floor wobbled as if he were on a ship during bad weather and he barely avoided falling face first when he tripped on Matteo sprawled between the tables. The night's first victim. When he finally reached the counter he had to hold on to keep steady.

Viago would probably scold him for lack of grace–the number of drinks he had already did not constitute any type of excuse. A Crow has to maintain a perfect image at any time. 

Truth be told, Hugo was not entirely sure how, and when exactly, they arrived on the luxurious side of Salle. This was never part of the plan. There was in fact no plan whatsoever. He was so fixated on completing the job that he didn’t even think about the after. Viago always said to always think about the after even if one wasn’t sure there was one to look forward to.

Hugo was admittedly really bad at that. The “thinking about the consequences” thing. He could think fast on his feet and turn the situation around in the here and now, but predicting outcomes and planning for them was still beyond his skill set. Which was probably why he continued to play chess with Viago over his snake-feeding duties. And continued to lose every time. 

This entire night seemed like all these problems carefully distilled into a personalized anti-Hugo poison.

One moment he heard Viago say “Consider the contract fulfilled” with his usual stoic look firmly planted on his face, and things exploded into chaos from there. In no time he was surrounded by other Crows chanting his name as he chugged beer from the tallest mug he had seen in his life in the bar below the Art Gallery that was one of the many fronts of House de Riva.

Then he blinked and they were racing down the alleys of Salle yelling obscenities, getting chased by a half undressed City Guard, who was learning a painful lesson about running with breeches low around his ankles. Then the Docks-a scent of herbs he’d never smelled before-and then they were here.

Close by the beach, pristine white walls and blue roofs. Clean floors, comfy chair cushions and barkeep who didn’t look like he regretted every single life choice he’d ever made. Not a type of establishment a poor fledgling could even consider visiting. But a new Crow? For him the world–and bars–were opened. 

Vero slipped past him with a wink, her delicate rosy perfume overwhelming his senses. She ordered a line of shots and looked at him from under her eyelashes, her smirk for once without a sharp edge. Maybe they kissed, or maybe they still could. 

It was a bad idea. Her lips were like the sweetest poison, but he’s got experience with drinking those already. He leaned in, but before anything could happen a gaggle of Crows crashed into them squabbling and fighting to grab the nearest glass. There was no time for romance. 

Tonight he was celebrating.

Better yet, tonight he was being celebrated, his drinks were paid for and he had more Andris in his pocket than he knew what to do with. Which admittedly was a low bar to clear, but the whiff of wealth and overindulgence was overwhelming regardless. 

Had he been less drunk he’d probably worry about the consequences, but the milk–or more appropriately beer–was already spilled and there was no going back. 

Tonight was not the night to overthink. 

Tonight his first proper contract has been approved by Fifth Talon Viago de Riva and so, Hugo was a fully fledged Crow. A reason to throw all reservations away–for a night at least–if he ever had one.

Gentle tags for: @davrinsleftpectoral, @blackwall-my-tiny-husband, @the-font-bandit, @jenn2d2, @chaosherald, @woundedsoul12 and @serstolas, no pressure <3

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A Word with Friends 6/23

Thank you for hosting and the tag @notyourmamasdeerbat and thanks for the game @hedwigoprah. Also thanks for additional tags from @aetherflowers @jenn2d2

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends.

This week's word is

Balter

to dance or tread clumsily, without particular grace or skill

Soft tagging @josiesruffles @sugar-peanut-cat @trash-nerd @skullypettibone @andthekitchensinkao3 @redheadsramblings @sunny374940 @fenrelmercar

And if you are reading this...

You

Um.... day 2 Rook Appreciation Week. Little Marina de Riva x Emmrich angst. Mixed in with Viago and Vorgoth because I am suddenly obsessed with Viago and Vorgoth

Full read on AO3 here

“You do not want to see her,” Viago warned as they stood before the entrance to her room. The silver at his temples betrayed his age, though it was the lines at the corners of his eyes that showed the weight of his pain as he regarded the black cloak before him.

“WE MADE A PROMISE TO A FRIEND. LIKE CROWS, WE KEEP OUR CONTRACTS.” There was a touch of sadness as the void spoke. Like the last rays of purple on a late fall evening. A brief kiss of grief. Unpleasant but necessary.

“As you wish, Capote.” The old crow sighed as he bowed his head. Pushing open the familiar door as they entered inside.

Few came to see his Marina these days. A fact he was thankful for. The world had mostly forgotten their once savior, and it was better this way.

Especially in the last few months. Things were becoming almost unmanageable. And only himself and the Calaca, Manfred, could attend to her now.

But today was, thankfully, a good day. She smiled across the room when her eyes fell on them. They had caught her mid dance. Twirling with Manfred to some haunting melody from the nearby gramophone while the skeleton baltered along beside her. She looked happy and carefree as her eyes sparkled in that way that told Viago she was stuck in the past.

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Last Line Tag Game

tagged by my lovely friends @redheadsramblings @silshinobii @the-font-bandit (and probably some others a while ago oops)

I'm still going at it with the sugar baby fic so here you go. Cheating by giving two sentences because the last one doesn't really make sense on its own lol

Something uncomfortable settled in Johanna's chest that night, weighty and unwieldy. She didn't care to give it a name.

No pressure tags for @caughtnyact @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @broodwoof @randomnonsensedragonage @holdingontojupiter @draco-illius-noctis @hedwigoprah @veil-song and whoever else wants to share something! 🥰

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Harding week day 7

Free day

Thanks so so much to @datvcompanionweeks @hyperions-light and @theunsinkablesappho for running and hosting this week you guys are all the best ;o;

A bonus bit (late as usual for me lol) for Harding week and my 5 times Harding threatens to shoot Zalan and 1 time she does. Pairing day 7 with words with friends; started by @hedwigoprah and hosted this week by @officialnostradamus thanks for the tags @aetherflowers and @serensama

This Week's word is :: Assiduously - Showing great care, attention, and effort : marked by careful unremitting attention or persistent application // Constantly; ceaselessly.

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It would probably have been weird for anyone to walk into the little inn room and find Rook, shirtless, sitting back to the door on a little side table and one inquisition scout kneeling in front of him. Varric almost turned and walked back out of the room but it had been too late and the squeak of the door had alerted the pair to his presence. He winced as Zalan turned to look in his direction, he’d been here too many times; walking in on the inquisitor and Solas, or even before that thinking it was safe to walk into rooms unannounced in Kirkwall only to have to see Hawke and Anders. And his mind immediately went to the same thing here.

He raised his hands getting reading to backpedal all the way out the door, down the stairs, and out to the road but Zalan cut him off,

“She shot me Varric.” He was indignant sounding and gesturing to a spot on his lower waist that the older dwarf couldn’t quite see. Harding scoffed and there was the sound of water being rung into a bowl and cautiously the dwarf stopped his retreat and with a breath to steel himself, just in case, walked in the rest of the way.

Harding was there on the floor but with a basin of pink water where she was assiduously ringing out more blood and then dabbing at a dark spot on Rook’s middle. He hissed in pain which Varric knew was all dramatics- he’d seen the man take Antaam fire and keep cutting down enemies like pain was a choice that didn’t apply to him.

“It was one arrow, you big baby.” She was saying and pulling out bandages to wrap the wound. Her ear tips were pink but the rest of her looked more annoyed than like he interrupted something intimate. And he almost laughed in relief but instead only quirked a brow.

“We had to lie to some guards and Harding decided it would be a good idea to feign a heated argument and shot me.” Zalan flinched away from her when she touched his skin and Varric did chuckle that time, the kid must not have been paying attention. The old dwarf figured he was safe to stand and observe but the faint pink blush dusting the crow’s ears made him wonder if he wouldn’t eventually be walking in on something he would rather have wished he didn’t.

“I only shot you a little. And then I also shot the guards.” Harding had withdrawn her fingers after he flinched but tried again and this time Rook didn’t move and she began wrapping the injury. Varric watched the two and shook his head, it had to be his luck. Watching his companions, no matter how unlikely, slowly start falling for each other. He wondered if he could make a bet with Cassandra about how long before they were sneaking kisses when they thought he wasn’t looking. He’d give them a month, maybe two. Cassandra would probably take that bet, right?

“Remind me never to get into an argument with you Harding.” He mused and Zalan practically pouted. Harding was rolling her eyes but her gaze flickered to Zalan’s face several times though it didn’t seem like he noticed as he struggled with putting his shirt on.

Maker’s breath they were going to be intolerable before they found Solas weren’t they? But he couldn’t stop the smile worming its way onto his face. Harding had done so much for the inquisition and the inquisitor was always worrying about their little scout. If she fell for Rook, Levellan would be excited and would want to hear all the gossip. Guess he’d have to keep his eye on them until then.

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quickest little sprinto-sketch for your viewing pleasure <3

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I can now share this huge piece I painted for the @da2zine !

It took me a while, but I'm really proud of how it came out! Check out all the awesome art and writing from others as well!