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LASER THIS FUCKS SO HARD

So delighted to be able to finally share my illustration of Death for @bg3tarotdeck. Yes, the Chosen of Myrkul himself, the great and terrible Ketheric Thorm (And Squire!)

The Kickstarter project is complete but you can still late pledge this week if you want a deck. Funding beyond production needs is going to Doctors Without Borders.

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I could never be a protagonist because I'd just never move the plot along. "You have free reign of this castle, but don't go into this one area" Okie dokie. I mind my own business and hang out in the library. Queen of staying in my own lane. I'll never discover your magic curse.

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Kissing in the door frame dimension door style.

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I’m always saying this

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Sabor

a/n: hey I just met you and this is crazy, here's this really random snippet of Lucanis eating Rook out for the first time, please enjoy (maybe?)

tags: nsfw, oral sex (or well the first 1% of it lol)

Rook whimpered as Lucanis drank the image of her wetness in, looking away with her arms crossed over her face in embarrassment.

She shivered as his hot breath reached her, not enough time in between that and a first tentative kiss on her clit for her to brace herself for the sensation. She squirmed, shaking as he held her by the hips, encouraged by her reaction to press his lips to her again, this time letting his maleable tongue gently run across before closing his mouth around it in a gentle, sucking kiss.

Rook choked out a loud moan of his name, reflexively trying to close her legs and gently push his head back. He furrowed his eyebrows as he retreated, lovingly stroking her thighs, which only made her shivers worse. Her glistening wetness on his beard was almost too much to bear, paired with the pure infatuation and genuine concern in his puppy brown eyes.

"Have I done something wrong, mi am-" "Please, please don't stop."

Her voice was so needy, Spite stirred in delight inside his chest; delight and... something else, growing harder and harder to suppress.

"But-" "I'm so sorry, Vhenan! I-I can't help it, i-it feels too good, my body doesn't know how to react, I-I've never felt anything like this...!"

She flushed every shade of red as she slowly parted her legs for him again, biting her lip and looking away. "Y-You can always... h-hold me down, i-if I move too much. Please... keep going... te quiero, Lucanis."

Spite growled in his ear. The Crow agreed, posessively tightening his grip on her thighs at the maddening sound of Antivan rolling off her tongue.

"As you wish, mi vida. Te quiero mas."

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@crimson-and-lavender you once said this to me and I was thinking about it again today

And look what appeared

few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again

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YOU’RE WELCOME EVERYONEEEEEEEEEE

WEEEEEEEEEEE

A Very Important Meeting

Thank you @12thhouse-sun for the 'Scandal' prompt- it got away from me pretty decisively...

He was a mild, gentle sort of man, which is how Rook knew he'd never tell when she snuck into his room at night; it would cause quite the scandal, he'd said the first time- a sly little twinkle in his eye.

Tonight, she was in full armour. It was a rare occurrence for her; usually she opted for comfort, soft leggings and a shirt- but she'd been working so late at her makeshift workstation, making war plans and consulting maps. She knocked. Ensuring her voice was brisk, still with that slight edge, she said, 'Emmrich? We have matters to discuss.'

'Come in,' he called back. She strode in, closing the door. 'Matters of war?' he asked lightly, pushing his shirt sleeves up. 'It sounds quite urgent, Rook.' He was settled at his desk, candles lit across the entire room, even winding up the spiralling stairs. He steepled his fingers, rested his chin atop them. 'Well, go on. Sit.'

'You called me here,' she said quietly. 'Again. If anyone's feeling any urgency, it's you, old man.'

His mouth lifted in a decidedly mischievous smirk. 'Are we lying to each other now, darling?'

'Pfft. Who's lying? Not me.'

He rose to his feet and crossed the room in long strides. With an elegant hand, he slid his jewelled fingers under her jaw to press against her throat. She shivered. 'Cold, dearest?' he asked lightly. At her answering glare his smile grew and he withdrew, a lingering stroke that made her dizzy with heat.

'You're a horrible tease,' she growled.

'Oh,' he said lightly. 'Only to hear my name said so prettily.' He gestured to his desk. 'Are you going to make me repeat myself?'

Rook huffed a laugh through her nose. 'Sure.'

'Sit.'

She bit her lip. 'There are a lot of delicate instruments on that desk. Aren't you worried that-'

'Miss de Riva,' he said in measured, unhurried tones, 'my sweet little crow. Do you want to be here all night?'

A thrill went through her. 'Maybe.'

He was pacing now, watching her with hands clasped behind his back. He crossed to the door, turned the key in the lock. 'If you're late to breakfast, it will be your own fault, girl.'

'Far as I can see it's you locking the door.' She was all bravado, grinning broadly at him the further away he got, until suddenly his lithe figure loomed over her. The smile fell off her face, her heart picking up. He trailed his fingers over the feathers of her armour, shaking his head.

'Take it off,' he said.

'You take it off,' she shot back.

'I certainly could,' he replied, tugging at a leather lapel. 'If you'd like it to be on the floor in shreds.'

'Threatening tonight, aren't you?' she teased, the smile returning. Her stomach somersaulted; it was rare to get such violent imagery. Still, he was the picture of cool and calm, staring her down.

His eyes glittered. 'Promises, Rook. Though of course, only if you ask nicely. We've been over this. Too many times, I fear. Have you always been so unruly?'

'Damn right I have. You heard they exiled me from the crows for a while there.'

'You'd have been thrown out of the Watch for much less,' he said sternly.

Her breath caught. He was done playing games, that was clear. Silent now, she went about the business of removing her armour.

'Slow down, my dear.'

Catching his eye, she noted his expression had softened into adoration; he was only playing the role. 'Alright,' she said, tender in turn. The cloak had already slithered to the floor, but her fingers slowed on the rest. Carefully, she set down pauldrons and bracers, started on the buckles from throat to hip. She felt Emmrich watching her but mostly ignored him; so absorbed was she that she didn't notice him attending to his own needs. When the last piece of armour fell softly to the floor, she looked up. Her eyes widened, unprepared for the sight of him leaning against his desk, one jewelled hand stroking his hard length.

'Oh,' she gasped. He gave her a knowing little smile. 'That smart mouth of yours could be put to more industrious use,' he purred. 'But no. I'm in a particularly generous mood tonight, Rook. You know how to conduct yourself in my chambers by now.'

She swallowed a reply, bracing her hands on the desk and hopping lightly onto the polished surface, facing him.

He tutted. 'Now, darling. Much as I love your beautiful face,' he reached out with his free hand, tracing her jaw with a finger, 'that won't do.'

'You're not even undressed,' she whined.

'Observant. Turn around.'

She huffed but turned around, lying across the desk. The cold sent her skin into a tide of gooseprickles, a shiver trembling up her spine as Emmrich stroked a hand- the hand he'd been readying himself with- up her back, slow and gentle. Methodically, he wound her hair in his fist, and pulled. Rook whimpered, holding on to the edge of the desk for dear life.

'Let go.'

'But-'

He sighed, pulled again, harder this time, just to hear her yelp. 'Don't you trust me?'

Of course she did, though reluctantly. 'Well yes,' she began, 'but-'

It was in that moment he chose to sheathe himself in her warmth in one fast, smooth motion. She screamed.

'Let. Go.' Two sharp thrusts to make a point, and her protests failed her. She let go, and he slid his other hand across her belly to splay over her throat, the jewels cold against her flushed skin. He pulled with one hand, pressed insistently with the other, and her back was flush against his clothed chest now. 'Good girl, Rook,' he growled into her ear. The hand on her throat drifted to pinch a nipple, his mouth descending to bite at her shoulder. Rook hissed in pleasure, arched back into him as much as she could, though she couldn't hope to move more than he permitted.

'Have you learned a lesson?'

'Y-yes, I unh- I shouldn't have talked back, I'm- fuck, I can't think-'

'Use your words,' he said. Not that he was helping matters. He kissed every bit of her he could reach, her long hair still in his grip. He left bites where he wanted, sucked bruises under her jaw where everyone would see them- slow and languid. The man had time, that was clear. Before, he hadn't been so thorough, but Rook privately felt she'd be lucky if she didn't fall to jelly the moment he let her go.

'I'm sorry,' she gasped, and he rewarded her with a slow drag out and harsh thrust that made her babble curses, falling from her lips like champagne bubbles.

And then his fingers were stroking her clit, and the ocean felt like it was in her ears, a storm pressing in on her body, until it all crashed, her body trembling in his arms. His hand stifled her screams, his ragged breath hot in her ear. Sweet as he was, he had no sympathy for her wrecked state, only driving into her faster, turning her jaw to kiss her sloppily, moaning into her mouth. He pressed her down, holding her by the waist to steady his erratic rhythm.

'Fuck,' he groaned, 'Doe, you feel exquisite-'

And the little death claimed him, too. He held her sweat-slick skin close and she came again. Emmrich tucked himself away, watching with not a small amount of smug satisfaction as Rook slid off the desk, legs wobbly as a fawn's.

'Come, darling,' he said. 'Let me make you some tea and... yes, I have a sweet treat stashed away somewhere.' He held her up, pushing her hair out of her face. 'You are so beautiful like this.'

His hair was dishevelled, too. It gave him a rakish, roguish look. 'You're not so bad yourself, old man.' He laughed, pressing his lips to hers.

'You'll not be managing those stairs, I fear,' he said. 'I would apologise, but...'

'Well, you'll have to carry me.'

'That, I can do,' he said. He lifted her into his arms. 'I do love you utterly, you know.'

'I know,' she said, tucking her head under his chin as he carried her upstairs. 'I love you too.'

'Then no matter what's going on out there,' he said, tilting his head to the locked door, 'all is right with the world, isn't it my darling little crow?'

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I love this piccrew

Gonna make all my dnd characters now 😂🤠

Anyway, here’s Poppy

No pressure tagging: @thecurlyginger Emmeline?

@waterdeep-weavemoss Doe?

Fantasy OC Maker - Create Your Tav/Durge!

I was tagged by @obsessedwhyyes who shared their beautiful OC Elysia made with this fantastic picrew!

Here is my plus-size Faeborn fighter Titania! Sweet girl has literally been to hell and back but it’s only a matter of time before it catches up with her.

I did a quick lore drop intro for her as part of this chapter in my Promptober entries and she is currently in a little bit of a squabble with Astarion in my longfic This is a Gift you Know on Ao3!

Tagging @shockdowndefiance @sanguinepearls @ficbrish @acciokaidanalenko @frostmantle @maladaptive-menace @inkymoonbunny @roguishcat @marlowethebard @tragedybunny @mj-bites if you want to make your OCs too!

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:)

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Patreon request: Gale in short shorts. Featuring Blowmance Gale.

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gale gazing upon his one true love (giant chess board)

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based on a post that screenshotted his very sweet excited chess face. what a nerd 🥺

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what i love about lucanis is that when i first saw him, i was like "oh latin lover trope whatever". but hes a self-critical 35 year old virgin with anxiety. and also a demon. and also family issues.

he gets all big and flirty but runs away when he gets nervous. hes my little meow meow. my little pathetic wet eyed man. hes insanely powerful. has a literal demon in him that possesses him all the time. i pat him on his head and kiss his face

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NOTES ON A ROMANCE IN THE MARGINS OF A GROCERY LIST

'You don't like it?' Lucanis' face fell.

'I'm sorry,' said Doe, pouting. 'I know you spent ages making it and everything, but I just... I'm really just not a fan of lamb. And it was slow cooked as well, I...' she sighed. 'Fuck, I feel bad.'

'Some surprise,' he said. 'My fault, Rook. For not asking. So. What do you prefer?'

'Fish,' she said. 'All kinds.'

He nodded. 'Don't feel bad. I'll make you a cherry pie. As an apology.'

'My favourite,' she said, rising to hug him.

Later, Doe wandered to the kitchen for a midnight snack. A new grocery list was tacked to the wall, in Lucanis' neat hand.

--mussels --clams (the little ones) --tiger prawns --octopus? no. i remember her pointing one out, from her room. talking about how they make gardens. it would upset her. --garlic --tea (some for drinking, some for cooking- Doe doesn't drink. no wine) --cherries (black cherries from Orlais, red from Tevinter) --some of those little cakes from the café back home (to share) --coffee beans (the dark chocolate, red berries kind. she is not fond of lighter, more fragrant coffee.) --almonds (for Emmrich) --spearmint (for Harding) --good stock bones (and scraps for Assan) --one of those little puzzle boxes (for Manfred) --blackberries and the deepest red apples I can find (for Davrin) --spun sugar sweets (for Bellara) --those little seaweed snacks Neve likes --chocolate, to drink --perhaps I will teach Doe to make bread. it will calm her. a weekly ritual for us, perhaps?

Underneath, in Emmrich's elegant handwriting:

Lucanis- perhaps you should speak to the poor girl before you plan to propose to her via the medium of bread.

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spin this wheel to get a random d&d class. you are instantly transported into the d&d world and have to live as that class

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Bellara Lutare, the veil jumper of Arlathan