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Great-Eared Nightjar aka the ‘baby Dragon’ bird Appreciation Post 🐉 🐥

📷 credit: Live Science

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Teia: So, Rook, now that you're back, I'm curious. What's your body count now?

Rook de Riva: 13.

Lucanis: Nonsense. You killed more than that when we rescued the Dalish!

Teia: ...

Rook: ...

Illario: ...cousin...

Teia: And you're sure you wanted him to be lucky 13?

Rook: Can Vi make you churros whenever you want? No.

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She-beast🩸🐻‍❄️

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A universe where Rook de Riva and Lucanis were accidentally/secretly childhood friends. Just imagine them playing together in the canals under the Dellamorte estate. Not even Illario knew of those tunnels, but Rook somehow found them and -- oop that is another child playing in the riverbank. There wasn't supposed to be anyone down here Viago is going to be mad and Teia is going to be SO MAD-- maybe of they just quietly turn around and head back to their comandeered gondola--

But nope. Even young the Dellamorte boys were particularly perceptive. Lucanis knows they're there and decides to spook them, almost sending them into the water with how far they flung themselves back into the boat.

But yeah, that's how they met, soaked, covered in mud and absolutely not where they should be

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t4t rookanis

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How can anyone hate Junji Ito 

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Today's Dellamorte thought is brought to you by the letters N, S, F, and W.

I am a big fan of Lucanis being a virgin before Rook and their sex life being awkward for a while. And Rook shows him that it's okay, that when you're with someone you care about and trust, you can laugh and appreciate the ridiculousness of it all and still get each other off.

But the man is a perfectionist. Whether it's cooking or killing or sex, if he's going to do something, he's going to do it well. And like any good chef, once he has the basics down, he looks for ways to spice things up.

So he goes into research mode. He rereads the juiciest parts from his favorite romance novels. He devours every volume of the Randy Dowager cover to cover looking for tips and tricks. He even sits through an embarrassing but enlightening conversation with Teia, though he can't look Viago in the eye for at least a week afterward.

Then, armed with his new knowledge, he begins to experiment. Some attempts aren't to Rook's taste or his taste or both. Some attempts don't elicit much of a reaction at all. But a few seem to be very successful.

So he hones in on those, refining his technique until he knows exactly how much to add and when. Until he leaves Rook panting and sweaty and looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes to say, "Sweet Maker. I've created a sex demon."

And Lucanis just gives them a cocky grin and goes back for more.

Tl;dr: Lucanis eventually becomes very good at sex, though it is very specific, Rook-directed sex. That is completely fine with him because he never wants/intends to have sex with anyone else.

(And my Rook is a competitive little shit, so she's not about to take that lying down—pun intended. Once she finds out he's open to a little experimentation... well. The gloves come off. So do the shirts. And the pants. And the underwear...)

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Who are you? Who sent you?

Lucanis when we meet him - re-imagined

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every day of my life i think about how dao canonized vampires and then we never meet a vampire. that would've been so cool.

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Yeah, Impulse once took over to bite someone's ear off. Some antaam during the liberation of Treviso.

Then comes the awkward conversation were Rook has to explain that yes, it was Rook's thought, they just acted on it. Not everyone can keep an ironclad hold on their own thoughts Lucanis

But then Spite decides to emulate them and now Lucanis has blood and meat between his teeth, a gurgling antaam at his feet, and a very, very flustered rook just within his line of sight.

"Mierda, this is your fault," he gripes, spitting out the viscera and wiping his chin. But Rook just cannot look away. The red is so dark it's almost black in the night, smeared like warpaint down his chin, his cheeks. Rivulets disappear down his neck, under that high collar, hair soaked and sticking--

They walk to him in measured strides.

"You look so good right now that it is unfair," Rook practically whines, moving all that hair away from his face so they can see. And he just lets them, closes his eyes and goes with the movement like a cat wanting affection.

"Maker, you're gorgeous," Rook breathes, and Lucanis would certainly beg to differ, but then the moment would end--

"CAN YOU TWO FLIRT SOME OTHER TIME?" Comes from a pissed off Taash. "WE'RE KINDA IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING."

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whoaaa more au art no wayyy

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fenris deactivated

fenris activated

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speaking of unhinged stupid shit I've read recently

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A pregnant Rook, absolutely terrified, trying to slowly and carefully tell Lucanis

"Okay, I have something to tell you and I need you to be so calm right now because if you're not I might be the one to have a break down."

And of course Lucanis is already dropping the quill and making his way over to them, face scrunched in unfathomable amounts of worry but nodding none the less.

"Of course." He stands with them, holds them by the shoulder. "What is it mi amore?"

An expectant silence. Rook's heart is trying to crawl out.

"I'm late," they say, and Lucanis' head tilts, eyebrows nearly touching.

"This is not a new habit of yours," he says, still confused as to what the problem is. "We can work on it if it distresses you so?"

And Rook, Rook just grins, drops their head to his shoulder for lack of a better place to hide it.

"Not that kind of late, love." And they take his hand, place it over their stomach, where the robes and leather are tighter these days and his fingers curve a bit more to flatten.

His shoulders stiffen, hand stops soothing down their back. Rook stills, too. Breath held for an uncomfortably long moment.

But then he's pulling away to look at them, face blown wide.

"Really?" He practically mouths, no sound escaping him, and they nod.

"Three months," Rook clarifies.

"You're sure?"

"Wouldn't be telling you if I wasn't."

A beat, and then his face slowly changes, splits into a grin more blinding than the sun. And those eyes, looking at Rook like the world existed within them, like they'd handed it to him as a gift... it settled their racing heart

That is, until he whisks them up into a twirl, laughter bright and contagious as he crushes them to him, and they cling back, realising in that moment that they so desperately needed this.

But then he seems to have a thought and places them down, loosens his grip, hand moving back between them as if magnetised, palm over where a part of both of them lay growing inside of Rook.

His attention flicks to his side for a fraction of a second.

"Is Spite confused?" Rook laughs, hand over his on thier stomach.

"Very," Lucanis answers with a scoff, pressing his forehead to theirs. A smile so soft and content playing at his lips.

"Should we explain?" Rook offers, fingers idly carding through his hair. "I think I still have some diagrams from when I was a fledgling- ow!"

"Can we not just have a nice moment?"

"You pinched me! I am with your child and you pinched me--"

A kiss might only get him a small while, but he'll think of a way to make it up to them.

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Google says carbonated beverages weren’t invented until about a century after Jinu would have been alive. 🫧