#two crows and their nest

[adhd-riddled-crow]

✨️ Tidbit Tuesday ✨️

I wrote some more of The Decision ™️ (chose Minrathous or Treviso) scene after putting it off (idk why but I don't like the dialogue from the game, and how it doesn't really fit (except some of Lucanis' lines) with what I have established previously in the fic) but I'm slowly getting back into it again!

So don't panic! You'll see more of Velasco and Lucanis (and Spite) in no time <3

I'm just gonna tag some lovely people (friends, really 🫶) who I think would want to see some sad but cute Lucanis moments: @dragonagegayz @whispersleo @alystrin03

That being said, here's what I've cooked this morning (and some at the beginning from before):

They don't make it very far off the dock before Rook hears the familiar sound of Neve's metal leg clinking upon the rough terrain of the crossroads.

Rook looks up at the sound and sees both her and Lucanis. Both of them tense in stature and clear panic spreading throughout their bodies.

"Rook!" Neve shouts, securely grabbing his attention.

"What's wrong?" Rook now starts to panic. His breathing grew faster.

"A lot. The Viper just sent word. Minrathous is under attack by a blighted dragon." The sheer amount of emotions she was experiencing in such a short time caused her voice to waver. A furrow creasing between her brows from underneath her veil.

"It has to be the one we saw at D'Meta's Crossing." Velasco said, looking at Bellara as she came to a stop behind Neve and Lucanis.

"Well, one of them has to be. At least." Bellara added, catching her breath from her attempt at catching up with them.

"What do you mean, 'one of them'?" Davrin cut in from behind Rook, his eyebrows arched in surprise. Assan had returned to his side, hiding behind his legs like a curious cat.

"Teia got in touch, too. Another dragon is attacking Treviso as well."  The pain at the thought alone of his home being attacked by a dragon of all things, and a blighted one at that, was seeping through his words like squeezing water from a sponge.

"Fuck." Velasco muttered under his breath.

"You got back just in time, Rook." Bellara said, a worrisome look in her brown eyes.

Rook's mind was working overtime, the looming stress of this situation weighing his thoughts down. "This can't be a coincidence. Two dragons, at once? Were there any mentions about the gods? Anything?"

"Not much, unfortunately. Sorry Rook. All we know for certain is that the dragons are involved." Bellara helpfully answers his questions, "And if it's anything like before, when the gods were nearby. They would surely be here as well."

"Velasco. You know Treviso as much as I do. It has no defences. If we don't stop that dragon, people will die. Innocent people. Our people." Lucanis pleads, stepping forwards, closer to Velasco but still far enough away that they weren't touching, "If they don't die from that dragon then they'll only die a slow death from the Blight in the water." He crossed the self-imposed line he'd formed between them, now standing closer to Velasco than he had been in days, holding his gaze with an ever saddening look. Those big brown eyes staring deeply into Velasco's own. He pleaded with him as if there was a possibility that he wouldn't choose to save their home. "We have to go to Treviso."

"What? And leave Minrathous to burn?" Neve asks, anger bubbling behind her words.

Lucanis breaks his hold on Velasco's eyes, turning his body to look at Neve with a guilty look, "Neve..."

"We're the only ones keeping the Venatori in check. And if we fail? The Venatori will take advantage of the destruction and push for the throne. And no doubt, hand the gods the entire Tevinter Empire." Her emotions were getting the better of her, the stress of possibility that her home could be taken over by a seemingly unstoppable force only fueling her anger more.

Rook goes to open his mouth, to say anything to her that might calm her down or at least lessen the tension between her brows, but Neve was having none of it. The stubbornness of this mage was unwavering, "Damn it! We don't have time for this. I need to be in Minrathous." So she storms off in the direction of the Dock Town Eluvian.

[adhd-riddled-crow]

I saw this, and I think I owe my readers a little update!

A small sniff escapes from Lucanis, "If you don't mind, I... could use some backup. In case Spite gets out of hand." The demon in question sticks his tongue out at his host in petty rebellion and sulking off; disapparating.  "Querido, of course I can come with you. You needn't ask." Velasco pulls Lucanis deeper into his embrace and places his chin atop his head, combing his fingers through his partner's hair. "We can go when you're ready, mi amor." "We shouldn't keep Teia waiting, cuervo." Lucanis lovingly pats Rook's knee in silent appreciation for his partner.

I have my notes written out for this chapter (no. 4). All I have to do is write them out fully, and it shouldn't take me too long. I'd say it will be ready in the next couple of days at least. (I got slightly sidetracked with writing a different chapter that I had started a while ago. I don't quite know where it's going in the continuity just yet, but it may be closer than we think. Stay tuned <3)

Here's my fic for those who want to read the 3 chapters that I have already written:

Two Crows and Their Nest

Last Line Tag Game

Saw someone who did it and thought I might as well join in! Post the last line (paragraph in my case) of your most recent WIP! This one is from my Illario/Nyx fic where Nyx is kidnapped by Antaam.

His hands shook violently and he had to hold himself back so he wouldn’t do anything rash. If Viago truly agreed to go along with such a plan, then he was much farther gone than Illario and Nyx had realized.

Tagging: YOU!!! Do it and tag me, I must see all the WIPs!!!

[aroaceleovaldez]

i think a lot about how Leo didn't use his cabin on the Argo II, and instead just always slept in the engine room or on deck (or let's be real, probably in the walls once or twice). And how Nico and Reyna never even got cabins on the Argo II, since they were unexpected passengers and so probably had to just sleep in the sickbay (if they slept at all, which they probably insisted they didn't need to - or fell asleep in odd spots around the ship) and so were forced to be roommates for a little bit before their quest, or shared a room with someone else on the ship.

[into-deepspace]

wip

"What are your names?" Sylus asks without preamble. "I neglected to ask earlier." The louder twin gives a toothy grin.

"I'm Luke!" he says.

"Luke," Sylus repeats. The boy nods, tugging at the collar of his shirt to fidget with it. Sylus's brow furrows. "Don't do that," he scolds. "You'll stretch out the fabric." Then, right after the words leave him, he curses himself inwardly. Dammit, he's starting to sound like some tender little mother. He's really got to stop doing this sort of thing, considering the boys will be long gone from his life very soon.

"And you?" he asks instead of dwelling on his thoughts, turning to the quieter boy.

"Kieran," comes the soft reply. Sylus nods.

"Kieran," he says, repeating this name as well, committing it to memory. The boy - who Sylus now knows as Kieran - gives a clumsy nod, the kind that small children put their entire torso into. Sylus finds the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

[adventurebasscamp]

SURPRISE i'm still doing the minecraft thing

iiiii need second opinions on what to build the nets in crystal sands out of. because i am indecisive on this one and boy there really is no similar thing in minecraft :'D

ive got 4 options i can think of but none of them feel 100% right to me, i cannot pick

(i think just based on appearance i would probably pick the fences, BUT. you can fall through those gaps there. and will quite easily if you're pressed up against the wall. so that's kind of a problem)

so uhhhhh

[adhd-riddled-crow]

Thank you @turidtorkilsdottir for tagging me <3

I'll tag @dragonagegayz and anyone else who wants to join (idk that many ppl sry)

Lucanis walked over to the big doors of the hall. He paused momentarily as they opened by themselves-- the fade is a mysterious thing-- and turned slightly to look back over his shoulder, "And Bellara, thank you."

The Elven woman grinned a bright smile, "Happy to help!"

[From my current Rookanis fic: Two Crows & Their Nest, Chapter 6]

Last Line Written

Rules: Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks for the tag @whispersleo 🥰

I'm tagging @castielsangel-x, @lemonina00, @adhd-riddled-crow and whoever wants to play! 🧡

The Lion grinned and stole another kiss before saying, “I do. Follow me.”

(From Lion & Cinder - an unpublished One-Shot about my OC Ezra and Max' OC Morven aka The Lion of Minrathous)

[fatuismooches]

Everyone talking about dottore and the segments turning into cats, but never into crows/ravens😞 imagine them cawing at you just to annoy you while zandy just sits on your shoulder completely unbothered

OMG SO CUTE... at first, it would be a bit unnerving to be surrounded by so many corvids looming over you, but you'd get used to it rather quickly. (After all, you've already dealt with being surrounded by a lot of Dottores.) Unfortunately, cawing right into your ear is a lot more aggravating than constant meowing. Your food also gets nabbed quite a few times from one of them swooping in out of nowhere... However, although they're resistant at first, they are still very much receptive to your, and only yours, touch. Small head pats and him nuzzling his beak into your finger. Pecks you affectionately. Threatens anyone who gets too close with less than affectionate pecks. (Pantalone, who found out about the situation, only laughs at the Harbinger's pathetic display of aggression.)

(On twt once i saw a video of a lady giving a crow a tummy rub with a pen... it reminds me of this. He starts squawking the moment you stop even though you're busy trying to find the antidote. 🙄 the audacity) You would also feel so proud the moment one of them actually lands on your stretched-out arm all majestically. Zandy though, is very small compared to the rest of the flock... he remains perched on your shoulder or on the top of your head in all instances. Poor little guy is overwhelmed by all the other segments towering over him. 😔 You end up missing how soft their feathers are but, you just go back to cuddling the black fluff Dottore always wears on his shoulder.

[july-19th-club]

seven or eight times now ive watched the episodes in which they take the andromache and this is the first time ive realized that during the initial battle, after they board, every time the camera is from dufresne's perspective it's blurrier than otherwise because. he took his glasses off for the fight

[ivy-creeping-ivy]

2 of them this time???? this is getting out of hand

[daisychainsandbowties]

thinking a normal amount about a treasure planet au. Beatrice on her solar kiteboard, doing the daredevil flip sequence framed against the setting sun and then getting hauled kicking and screaming back to her parents’ house in manacles with a defiant expression on her perpetually dirt-smudged face.

climbing out the window at the first opportunity to go down to the dockside inn, making nebulous plans to steal her kiteboard back but ending up down at the edge of the dock staring past her boots and into the mists. gripping tight to the wood beneath her as she looks up at the sky and dreams of anywhere but here, of stealing a skiff to get off this planet. a reluctant twinge at the thought of going alone.

Bea with all her star maps and her intricate knowledge of spaceships and their solar sails and how to navigate out there where the artigrav net is all that stands between you and floating through nothing, forever.

startling when she hears the familiar sound of someone booking it down the pier on wooden crutches. night has already started to speckle the sky above, and as she listens to the thunk of the crutches on the pier, Bea thinks of the complicated metallic lattice she has on her desk at home, partly disassembled because she’s still trying to work out parts of the engineering. Ava’s birthday is in a month.

she has to stay that long, and then she’ll leave. she will.

turning to watch as Ava races towards her with soup stains on her shirt and messy hair jammed flat beneath a ‘pirate’ hat she bought off of a traveling salesman last year. the tricorn wobbles precariously on her head as she moves. Beatrice just waits, a slight smile on her face.

there are bruises high on each of her arms, from the pincer-like grip of the police bots, manhandling her away from her kiteboard to snap manacles around each wrist.

she rubs at the skin there, but ignores the bruises.

when Ava arrives, a little out of breath, Beatrice holds up a hand so she can help herself down onto the pier. there’s no water beneath them, only a few hundred meters of empty air and curling mist.

Ava keeps one hand on Bea’s and the other on her shoulder, letting the crutches clatter down between them as she sits.

“Mom says you got arrested again,” Ava says cheerfully. “She says they’re threatening to send you to prison.”

Beatrice shrugs, “I wouldn’t mind it, so long as my parents did not visit.”

Ava’s fingers are covered in bright red band-aids, from chopping vegetables all day with her poor hand dexterity. Beatrice watches the colours blur as Ava punches her in the arm, right on the bruises. “Liar, I know you’d miss me.”

her arm throbs painfully, but Beatrice’s expression is carefully neutral as she responds. 

“I might.”

she stays with Ava that night, both of them reading her old book with its floating images of ships and canons and pirates leaping from vessel to vessel. Captain Flint, materialising out of empty space to steal away gems and gold, “the loot of a thousand worlds.” Ava traces the projected lines of the solar sails with her fingers as they flicker into being. 

Beatrice has repaired the book over and over, making the colours brighter and sharper. the tiny shapes of pirates all made up of light. Ava has the book open on Bea’s chest as she lies next to her, legs all entangled in the sheets they’ve kicked off because the night is so warm.

she seems oblivious to how Beatrice’s breath hitches at almost every touch.

they’re almost asleep when they hear the explosion, a ship crashing into the cliff-side, tumbling over and over before they hear the pop and hiss of heated metal. a bloom of smoke outside the window.

Beatrice gives Ava a piggyback ride down the stairs just before Ava’s ‘mom’, Suzanne, emerges with her pulse-rifle primed, hair loose around her shoulders.

they stumble into the yard and discover a pirate, a robot, still bleeding from a wound in his abdomen, crawling from the wreck of his ship. Beatrice heaves a shard of twisted metal away from him and finds the surface slippery with blood.

behind her, Ava sways a little, shivers in the cold air, but she’s still standing when Beatrice turns back to her.

the dying pirate tells them almost nothing useful. he’s half-mad, cluching at Beatrice’s shirt until the seams tear at the collar, then turning to Ava. he fetches out a lockbox from his ship, blood spilling onto the ground at the movement. unlocks it and takes odd sphere from inside.

it drops into Ava’s palm as he rasps, “Whatever you do, don’t let them find it.”

then he wheezes, shudders, stills.

they stare at him, Ava’s free hand finding Bea’s, holding tight.

“Is he… dead?” Ava’s voice in the silence and the dark.

“I think so.”

then, in a burst of light and sound, in a shockwave of displaced air, a ship plummets down out of the clouds, pulling up an instant from the ground.

this second ship looms down out of the sky, pirates dropping from it and suddenly Suzanne is screaming at them to “GET INSIDE” from an upstairs window as she takes potshots at the misshapen shapes swarming down lines of hempen rope.

the air lights up with orange and yellow as explosions ripple down towards the crashed ship, towards the inn. Bea flings one of Ava’s arms around her neck and sprints for the door, Ava holding the sphere (or map?) tightly against her chest.

she sets Ava down gently onto one of the bar stools, runs back to barricade the door. her face is flushed, streaked somehow with engine grease and robot blood, which is black and slightly acidic. 

they exchange a wide-eyed look, too much meaning in it to parse as explosions rock the floor. Ava has both hands clutched around the sphere. 

they both almost scream as Suzanne runs down the stairs in a blur of dressing gown and gun. she has Ava’s crutches in one hand and her rifle in the other. she kisses Ava quickly on the forehead, “Thank the tides you’re safe.” leaves her with the crutches and then goes to fetch an ancient-looking blaster pistol out from behind the bar, presses it into Beatrice’s hands. “You know how to use this?”

“No!”

“Aim it away from your own face.”

and then there are pirates all around the house, glass breaking and fire crackling. Beatrice takes up the rear, pistol pointed at the front door as it bulges under the pressure of pirates flinging their bulk into it again and again. 

they climb out of a window, Suzanne producing a kitchen knife and jamming it into the neck of a pirate loitering uncertainly outside the bolted shutters. there, covered by a tarp, is Suzanne’s old motorcycle with a sidecar attached. lantern-bugs scatter out from under it as Suzanne throws the old tarp away, gestures for Beatrice and Ava to climb in as she covers them with her rifle.

there’s a roar from somewhere in the dark and Suzanne fires a shot, hops onto the motorcycle and revs the engine. then they’re moving, pirates parting before them like the ocean neither of them have ever seen, the vast bodies of water that don’t even exist on this planet.

they seek refuge with Jillian, an archaeologist who frequents the old inn, claiming that she can’t make her coffee taste of anything but soap. she examines the orb, reluctantly passed into her hands by Ava, her and Bea wrapped in an old blanket, sitting by the fire in Jillian’s immense study.

Jillian fiddles with it for an age before sighing, looking almost angry with herself.

“I can’t… seem to make this work.”  

Ava holds out her hand, silent. “let me try,” and Beatrice makes a face at Jillian when she hesitates.

the pirate gave the sphere to Ava; it’s hers. 

it seems much larger in Ava’s small grip. she looks down at it for a while before her fingers start to move, slow but gathering momentum as she presses the little grooves and switches and indents on the sphere. 

until it lights up, showing a map of the known universe, and parts of it that are unknown.

“Is that-” Beatrice feels her words drop away, like the ground beneath the pier where she has passed so many hours sitting with Ava’s hand in hers.

Ava turns to Beatrice, eyes bright as a pair of stars, “It’s treasure planet.”

[adhd-riddled-crow]

• Illario having issues with Rook's useless pulling of threads, (bombastic side eye) glares at him. The two briefly make eye contact. The tension between the two could be cut through with a knife. It was that thick.

[reineyday]

if ur otp doesnt have sparring sessions as a trope, what even is the point

[bestworstcase]

APOLLO

[omenousraven]

:)

[hauntingblue]

I don't know what to say... everyone got a happy ending except the people who actually wanted a real revolution and had a cause for it... but it's not like we had much of their opinions on this I guess... also no final lez sex scene... tragic

[leasdoodles]

THEEEEEEEEMMMMMMM

I love my little guy and her captain and i miss them already 🥺