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on his way to stab some gods

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My red flag is that I am me. Hope that helps.

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last night in bed I had a thought that sent a shiver down my spine and it was: why isn't Leandra more invested in shipping hawke with Sebastian? And the only l answer i can come up with is that she doesn't know he exists because he's dlc. But ohhhhhhhhh. if she did.

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"unlikable protagonist" and it's just a woman who's a regular human being with flaws

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It's coyote summer, get your friends together and scream!🌾

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Happy Birthday my dear friend! @beccabloo 🌿💚

(Rook x Lucanis/Eruwen x Lucanis)

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bioware really made lucanis say shit like

"If I have to kill every blighted creature in Thedas to keep you safe, I will."

and

"If all the gods have to die for you, it's a small price to pay"

and expect me to be normal about him

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Lucanis being so sleep deprived he's practically sleepwalking over to the meditation room. Making his hazy way past several pairs of raised eyebrows and then up the stairs. He's down the hall, through the door, and on the couch before Rook even has a chance to offer him a coffee.

They think it's Spite at first when he just collapses down into their pillow and comically inhales, but there's no bloom of purple. No raspy questions about nonsensical concepts or objects. It's just Lucanis, looking for all the world like he's lost in the proverbial sauce.

"You... okay there?" They say with a half grin. All they get back is an 'oomph' sound.

"Ahh. Makes sense," they reply, turning from their spot on the floor to lean on the cushions. "You know, I'd bet good money that your cot in the pantry is a lot more comfortable than this old couch."

"Smells like you," he says, shoving his face even further into the pillow, and Rook, well. Rook just melts. They put their head on their arms, leaning on the edge of the couch closest to the crow currently on a different plane of existence.

"That's just not fair."

"You're not fair," he replies, petulant.

"Oh?" Rook laughs. "How so?"

"You're too--" Lucanis twists so he's facing them, cheek and nose pressed into the cushion. "Nice."

"I'm... too nice."

He groans his assent. "Meirda. Makes me mad."

"Me being nice... makes you mad?" They ask, grin still there, brow now cocked.

"Too nice," he corrects, shuffling towards them, nearly nose to nose. "Not fair. Makes me feel-- makes me want--"

He just stares at them then. Looks at them with those dark, hooded eyes like they stitched every star into the sky by hand.

"You going to finish one of those sentences, sweetheart?" Rook croons, feeling bold, feeling warm and happy and hopeful. They gently trace his jaw with thier fingers, then his cheekbone, down his nose. They don't dare touch his lips for the selfish fear of the spell being broken.

"Hm?" He nearly purrs. "What?"

"Sleep, Lucanis," they say, finally standing up to pull a blanket over him, boots and all. "I'll keep watch."

And he does. He's out like a snuffed candle. Spite only making an appearance to talk quietly with Rook while they sit vigil.

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I love the german language. Currently eating Gods' Feast with Forrest Master flavour. And it's this radioactively bright green slime that tastes like chemicals and childhood.

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my friend wrote me a little fic about them and now i am once again rotating them in my mind 24/7 so I finally finished this up.

They are obsessed with each other by the way.

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Diversity win! Ancestral curse recognises non-biological parenthood!

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life is just like you embarrass the shit out of yourself and then you die

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Rookanis sketch commission for @classicleechaos !

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Unmute !

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I like my fictional assassins like I like my espresso - dark, broody, Italian, with a hint of family trauma

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and happy pride to Spite in particular !