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had to change an entire magical theory in this fic because i found one bit of dialogue

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Last Line Tag

got tagged by @curiouswisp thank you dearly!!!

Post the last line that you wrote

Finishing up Chapter 3 of Graceless Hearts! Adding some stuff. Thinking about adding more lmao.

He wondered if Rook had returned from the Wetlands. If she had seen her gifts. If she had liked them.

i’ll tag @aldisobey @starfleetteddybear @sofiemystique @silshinobii and @razildor

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I've loved Lavellan's tarot card for a really long time so I finally did a redraw fitting my own inquisitor :)

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Im just feeling a certain way rn

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tagged by my beloved @ollypopwrites 💚

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟����𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒

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tagging @thepalehorsevictoria @razildor @strugglinggranola @bankabb @guacamolleee @kawaiiusagichansan 💚💚

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necromancer princess who keeps the same knight around hundreds of years

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For the nonverbal writing prompts - 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing.

Prompts from this list!

Lucanis x Rook x Emmrich

(written with Rhyea in mind but i don’t mention her name)

Emmrich and Rook have little issue being affectionate in public. It’s never obscene, but it’s there. Emmrich puts his hand at the small of her back when he opens a door for them, Rook reaches out to fix his clothes after the dust settles from a fight, eyes looking over Lucanis for injury. They call each other “darling” and “sweetheart” without thinking.

Lucanis barely knows what to do behind closed doors. He’s just learned how to relax with his head in Rook’s lap and his legs laying over Emmrich’s on the couch in her room. He doesn’t flinch anymore when the necromancer grabs his ungloved hands to kiss the knuckles. He’s gotten used to the way — no, he closes his eyes like a content cat, when Rook runs her fingers through his hair. 

He wants to touch like they do, out there in the world. He wants to grab Emmrich by the waist when showing him a plant he thinks he might like. He wants to rest his hand on Rook’s at the dinner table, after she grins so warmly after the first bite of a meal he’s made because she mentioned she liked it once in passing. He wants, more than anything, to have them both loop their arms through his while he shows them Antiva. 

It’s too dangerous, he’s too dangerous. He’s selfish for even pretending that when they’re alone those two are safe from the fallout that threatens a Crow, let alone the grandson of the First Talon. 

It’s risky. But sometimes the temptation is too great.

Rook’s preferred clothes expose her legs completely, and she’s almost always barefoot. When she sits in chairs she drapes herself in them sideways, legs dangling over the edge and there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from running his knuckles over her thigh when he leans over to place something on the table. She always notices, her eyes turning to him with a cheeky wink and a smirk. 

Emmrich is always buttoned up more conservatively, but he’s no less tempting. He’s always poised, always graceful, even doing nothing but standing around. When his long body curves around him to grab a glass, a plate, an apple, anything, Lucanis grabs the edge of his sash. Sometimes tugging, just to get his attention. Emmrich always smiles, a slow blink and intent eye contact that feels as intimate as a kiss. 

Each time Lucanis’ eyes glance at the spot where his hands have touched them, half expecting to see blood or a dark stain, some proof that he’s tainted them with it. 

There never is.

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Whispers of The Past by @bankabb

 🎉 Big love to @bankabb for creating Whispers of The Past! A must-read for fans of Dragon Age! ✨ Check it out now on Fanon!

She was changed, and this person she had grown into was not the Dahlia that had married Vance Wolfram. Dahlia ‘Rook’ Ingellvar had her world toppled and torn from her at every turn, and the soft embrace she had landed in was Emmrich Volkarin’s. That was where she would rest, in this life and beyond it.

Checkout Whispers of The Past here: https://www.fanon.co/fanfics/0459-Whispers-of-The-Past

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OC as a Deity

Saw this on @hedwigoprah and knew I needed to do it. Take the Test HERE!

Allette "Rook" Ingellvar

Flora & Fauna

you’re friendly and a benevolent force to those who respect you and your domain, but a true force to be reckoned with to those who disrespect or threaten the balance of the natural world. the forest is nothing to fear for those who take care of it, but it isn’t uncommon for people to go missing with only their faces outlined in the bark on a tree.

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

Tagged by @yappacadaver

I'm tagging:

@novaobscurity @sofiemystique @deny-the-issue @ollypopwrites @theyearningghoul @womb-complex (optional of course)

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tagged by @spare-coffin

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒

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tagging @silshinobii @aldisobey @emmg @sofiemystique @farore05 @the-bear-and-his-sunbird

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OC as a Deity

tagged by @sofiemystique this one was really fun!!

take the quiz here

Vanya Ingellvar

somehow makes sense with all the ways rook helps the companions and being raised in the necropolis! Love my witchy girl.

bonus extra OC rhyea under the cut:

tagging @aldisobey @silshinobii @strugglinggranola @the-bear-and-his-sunbird

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“that’s my sister! that’s my younger sister! isn’t she gorgeous?”

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18 for the sleeping prompt, if you like?

HAHA inspiration struck. I'm using whatever Rook you'd like to picture in mind. prompt list

18. Being woken up in the middle of the night when they kick you

A kick.

Rook winced awake. That foot connected with spine.

Another kick.

Rook bit down on their bottom lip. Sucked in a breath through teeth—swallowed—that one clipped a kidney.

Many kicks, a fluttering dance of movement that went off beat, on beat, paused, dug, and stung.

Rook groaned and shifted in bed. Maybe...they tried to sleep on their back, but the dizziness hit, no not safe, not even comfortable. Nothing was comfortable. Feet hurt, sheets wet with sweat, why so much sweat?

"...darling?"

Emmrich's voice came half out of sleep. Muttered from the sliver edge of bed that remained his. A firm boundary set by a wall of uniquely shaped and uniquely stuffed pillows. The offcasts. The discards. Rook answered with a grumble and a shift felt through the mattress as they turned. None of them worked.

They could hear his yawn, the stretch. The whisper of a sheet moving, a quick glow from a phone. They could hear him again, still moving, but movements light, the bed held still, but then his touch was on their neck.

Rook peeked back, could make out the shadowed arm poking through the wall to trace a finger on them.

"Dearest," a whisper muffled into the pillow hedge. Rook still looked back. Could picture his face pushed to cushion. Lips at some break and easing in the space—stopped short by yet another falling into place. Rook laughed at the imagining. A short simple pfft in throat. The barrier wiggled and nose and lips poked through, "May I intrude?"

Rook put a hand to the palm now rested on their shoulder, laced their fingers with his and squeezed, "Please."

The barrier melted away, their husband crawled through and touched. No cradle yet. He could feel their heat, the lingering damp and lack of cover. Close as could be without a further touch and hummed his lips soft into Rook's favored place on neck, an almost cooling kiss of breath.

"Are they kicking again?"

His concerned words went into skin, and Rook closed the distance, snuggled back into the long arms waiting to see where they were wanted. And they nodded—exhausted—words a trial while chasing sleep. But turned in the embrace to face him. A trial with pregnant swell, but Emmrich aided, hands already lifting, bracing, and he kissed Rook's forehead as they settled in.

A few more fluttered kisses, to brow, closed eye, nose and chin. And then he sank lower, kiss to shoulder, at neck, and lower still until his soft words met the tight skin that quivered, flinched out erratic. Babe below frantic.

Ssshh ssh ssshhhh

His hushes came soft and loving, register lifting and drifting into humming. Hands masaaged and he pressed his head to belly. Nose squished flat, a nasal tone murmured through stretch marks.

Rook couldn't catch the words, only felt their warmth calm the stirring within. Felt them settle...a kick, the thrust sending some limb smack into Emmrich's mouth. His laughter tickled back, and his voice spoke again. But Rook didn't hear. He'd positioned some pillow or himself just right, they finally felt light, the strain of belly gone, or shared. Sleep was coming, and Emmrich...he was singing a lullaby.

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