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Determination turns into Spite

wanted to at least do one piece for Lucanis' Week, so decided to combine the prompts of two days! Spite for day 1 and Ossuary for day 2! <3

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Lucanis Week Day 1 - Spite / Determination

Technically, I'd want to post this *after* the Ossuary one, because I feel like they go in that order - before and after Spite.

Anyway, I feel like the first time Spite manifested would probably have been pretty traumatic (even if they were negotiating their contract in the middle of that).

They were waiting for him to burst out of me like a moth from a coccoon

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AUGUST PORTRAIT COMMISSIONS

I'll be kicking this open with six slots for August (A pair of two icons will only count for one slot). These are fully customizable with pre-set options to make it easier for people to decide on what they'd like. Furries are more than welcome as well as Original Characters from ANY Fandom (FFXIV Miqo'te pictured above, with nods to elves and tieflings in the View section).

You can fill out the google form here to nab one OR reach out to me directly on discord.

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day 5 of 15 of pnging my favorites things tuntil my b-day!

Today's topic: circles pins! Would you wear any?

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We found a bat at my job a few weeks ago. It was so cute! 🥰

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my brain would not let me rest until i made this

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Short Blurb with Friends Sunday

I was tagged in Short Blurb Sunday by @woundedsoul12 and A Word With Friends by @waxlyricalmoon

I’ve tagged both of their posts above. Thank you both 💜

Iniquity

• Deviation from what is right; wickedness, gross injustice.

• An unfair act or unconscionable deed. • Hostility, malevolence, lawlessness.

• Denial of the sovereignty of God.

This is a snippet from an arranged marriage AU between my Rook and Lucanis. They were married before the events of Veilguard and before he transitioned.

He’s referred to with she/her pronouns and a different name because of this.

They were married to repopulate the Dellamorte bloodline.

I’m still in the process of writing it so this is still a rough draft.

This also has some of my experiences and emotions from before my own transition. Not everyone experiences the same things. I just only have my own journey to pull from.

Fall 9:44 dragon

Carina held close to Lucanis. He stayed back from the crowd so she did too. One arm wrapped loosely around his. The other hand resting on his bicep. It was yet another party. A celebration with undertones of manipulation. All the dresses she'd worn thus far had blended together. The impersonal extravagance of it all. Everyone was making deals that would hopefully benefit themselves later down the line. She'd have skipped them if she could get away with it. She knew Lucanis would agree with her too. Caterina preferred they attend. It made them all look united and strong.

This was one of the few events Carina had been interested in. She hadn't thought her past before him was important. Lucanis wasn't surprised to find out that she had friends she'd left behind, but he was surprised to find out that they were both the newly named Fifth and Seventh Talons. He'd come to her with the unfortunate news that there was another party being held. This one being to celebrate two new Talons. She'd asked what their names were with no true interest. They needed to know who was being celebrated. When the names Viago De Riva and Andarateia Cantori slipped from his lips with equal enthusiasm she stopped everything to make sure she heard him right.

Lucanis moved to speak in her ear. He took care when brushing her hair away. He'd seen her struggle in the mornings. Early hours spent trying not to brake combs and brushes. Wetting, combing, crying, and repeating. He'd told her she could cut it, but she told him everyone always complimented her on her hair the most. The hair of a princess. "Do you want to go talk to them? I can see if I can lure them away." They were still far from romantic partners, but they had grown closer in the last few months. They were both more comfortable together. "It's fine. They deserve the attention. Besides, Viago hates stuff like this. I know he only agreed to attend because it's Teia's party too."

"Is there something between them?" Lucanis was much more skilled assassin than she'd given him credit for at first. Very little escaped him. He was perceptive and opportunistic. Carina snickered. Her cheeks grew pink at the thought of the two. "Viago adores Teia. He likes to delude himself though. Teia's well aware of his feelings and enjoys keeping him on edge." Lucanis looked at her a few moment's. His expression unsure. He was still confused about how to act. The dichotomy of how he was supposed to treat her and how she wanted to be treated clashing together. She hated being fawned over, but how else were you supposed to keep someone who didn't want to be kept. She did it because she had to, but Carina clearly hated being a house wife. She was good at it, but she always seemed so empty. She was a body whose soul was still unfulfilled.

Lucanis pulled her in for a soft, rehearsed, kiss. His hand ghosting her cheek. The featherlight touch of some who was afraid to brake another. "Wait here. I'll go fetch them for you princesa. You haven't seen them since before we were engaged." He didn't see the pit that formed in her. Words like that made her stomach tie itself in knots. She politely ignored the feelings. The chasm growing in the depths of her being. Those words always hurt the most, but she couldn't explain why. She had no words to express the discomfort. There was no solution in her mind that could make the hurt stop so she shoved it away.

The voices started again. The quiet shaming and questions. "She's a bitch. Glued to his side like a trained animal." Carina was meant to hear this time. Jeering from other girls that was supposed to brake her down. Jealousy manifesting into a cruel ugly mask to hide the insecurities of others. "She's just a De Riva that came from the streets. What does she have to offer? There has to be some form of corruption behind it. The De Riva's must have some dirt on the First Talon. That or she's just a lascivious wh-" There was the woman of the evening. Andarateia Cantori standing tall and proud as she every had. Her beautiful face not giving away her thoughts. A carefully crafted visage that, along with her ferocity and ambition, had landed her the title of Seventh Talon.

Teia loosed a mock laugh. "We as Antivan crows are an iniquity of Antivan society. We like to think of ourselves as a cut above the rest, but that doesn't mean we are exempt from our own wicked occupation. I'd suggest you keep things to yourself unless you'd like a Dellamorte's blade in your back. They're no strangers to dealing with a threat." Teia turned her back and walked away as if nothing happened. She was alway like that. Teia could take charge with her words alone. She hugged Carina tightly. The pair had known each other since they were children. They'd both lived on the streets before joining the crows. Carina had always been more prone to fist fights than Teia. That didn't stop when they grew up, but she had to keep herself on a tight leash now. Her reputation mattered too much

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A Word With Friends | August 18

I had a blast with this week's word! Sending my sparkliest, shiniest thank-you's to @redheadsramblings for the word and to @hedwigoprah for the game!!!

Iniquity

• Deviation from what is right; wickedness, gross injustice. • An unfair act or unconscionable deed. • Hostility, malevolence, lawlessness. • Denial of the sovereignty of God.

Given that we're denying deities, I figured it was time for some

WIP: Off the Hooke

CW for suggestive, blood, violence below the cut

“Shifty little square-copper Fenris FRAUDSTER!!!” Hawke screeches, holding herself in place and flying down the stairs, “Give me back my fucking armour!” The cawing, clanking, counterfeit cackles their way toward the courtyard, sprint stuttering into the occasional one-legged skip as they flounder for the buckles on their armour.

Well into their escape, Rook chances a reckless, over-the-shoulder glance and is rewarded with a spectacle: Hawke’s shirt billowing to barely-there, her thick thighs working to vault her brawn over their discarded pauldrons…one arm strapped tightly over her heaving chest, and the other holding the wine aloft. “S-stop!” Fine. Lungs burning, Rook slows, nimble feet ready to take off at a moment’s notice. The mossy Fen’harel statue standing guard over the courtyard glowers down at them both. You have reduced my edifice of learning to a pit of iniquity, Rook thinks in a melodic lilt, glowering right back.That’s what you sound like. Sound-ed. He’s gone now, the overweening edifice.

“Don't get cocky...” Hawke huffs, gesturing at their fleet-footed bounce with an indignant slosh of wine. “Temporary…Maker…temporary truce.” Ha! Rook can barely hold their smirk at bay. “Uao! You got old.” The chuckle that spurts from Hawke’s face comes dangerously close to setting the the stoicism in their cheeks aflame; Rook's command over their own dignity to flourishes to a refined, triumphant undertaking. “Yeah…” they trail, fingers drawn in by the promise of wine and eyes drawn down to the sheen of sweat slicking patterns over the slippery slope of…wait. “You’re trying to get me to hold the wine!” “Maker...if I wanted to trick you, I’d simply do this,” Hawke says, doddering the bottle up between them, clearly beset with geriatric confusio— Rook is a Crow, a weapon sharpened to a keen edge, an morality defying instinct. The bottle barely drops before they catch it. ... CAZZ— Brow quirking, Hawke thrusts them a foot back in a single, dismissive motion. “St—“ Then a second. Rook's ready, the third time. An offer of blood for purpose, and the lyrium marring their skin takes, dark red dripping gently from their nose. When Hawke's muscles next ripple a powerful gesture, the force meets something immovable, and the pinpoint surge cracks warrior and mage into the crooked cobblestone.

By the time the Caretaker effervesces into being, icy blue and Arlathan are deadlocked glares scrabbling over the meek scraps of armour Hawke hasn’t yet managed to tussle off Rook’s body. “It was mine first!” she seethes, overpowering finesse and pinning Rook’s wrists above their head, her shirt hanging off her shoulder in forlorn ribbons. A short-lived, unsatisfying victory. Long brown legs snake the Champion in, and a pelvic pivot later, Rook is back on top, fucking Hawke's hair into the dirt... ...fisting Hawke's hair into the... Rook is winning!

“Dweller…” Lungs heaving savagely and noses slick with blood, the fight rages on. Rook is so fucking close...Hawke may have reach, but they have flexibility— “Dweller, your courtship display…” What?! Locked in ardent combat, the flailing embrace screeches its double-dissent in perfect, apoplectic harmony. “It’s not a mating ritual!” “If anything,” Hawke snarls from between the vice grip of Rook’s newly-bared thighs, “it’s a hating...are...are the wisps supposed to be doing that?” Rook follows the rickety line of Hawke's decrepit squint toward the perversion of wisps drifting in salacious circles above their heads. A mistake. It's gentle this time, after Hawke wriggles free. She floats Rook softly up over her, their curls unspooling everything between them into an intimate secret as their fingers drift apart. Face-to-face and much too close, she traces the blood from Rook's upper lip with her thumb. "I didn't come here to fight. I came here to talk."

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Non-conclusive list of Antivan Andriastianism headcanons

First of all, what do I mean with ‘Antivan Andriastianism’: I’m referring to the hc that Antiva would have regional religious practices that deviate from the accepted practice within the Orlesian Chantry, which developed mostly throughout their working class, assassin guilds and the Antivan alienages.

Most of them come from the concept of fervor popular within latin america.

Nobility in Antiva look down upon most of the iconography and practices that come from it, although some things permeate upwards, such as calling Andraste ‘Our Lady of Antiva’

The iconography behind Our Lady of Antiva came from an apparition experienced by an elven servant where they saw the prophet Andraste and, instead of looking like the statues in the Chantry, she looked like them.

However, it also seems that ‘Our Lady of Antiva’, with her many names and appearances, also became an icon of its own, almost completely separate from the Chantry itself.

It’s not uncommon to see her painted on the walls of slums and alienages.

She’s also referred to as ‘The Dead Bride of the Maker’, ‘The Burnt Bride of Antiva’ and ‘Our Dead Lady Prophet’. Sometimes religious people who work for an assassin guild might refer to her as ‘Our Dead Lady’ or ‘Our Dead Lady Redeemer’

Nuestra señora redentora, muerta que estás como el final de mis manos, ten piedad de mi al juzgarme y no dejes que mi oficio sea en vano. Que me protejas de mis enemigos, que en lo que me embarques te acompaño. Our Dead Lady Redeemer, dead like the result of my hands’ work, be not to harsh to judge me nor let my work be in vain. Protect me from my enemies, for if you do, I’ll go wherever you embark me to.

It’s not uncommon for Antivans to carry a candle in a glass jar with a hand-painted Andraste, which they usually paint themselves: the superposition is to light it every night you’re away from home so you, like Andraste when she was taken, return to it.

Truly you’re more likely to hear about Andraste being dead in Antiva than anything else, and given how Antiva is, you shouldn’t really be surprised.

Popular processions of the Burnt Bride of Antiva aren’t uncommon. They will usually take a statue or icon of Andraste and walk her around. The figurehead of the procession will claim “Our Burnt Lady of Antiva” and the crowd will reply “Pray for us” every other block.

There’s a festival for the birthday of Andraste (whenever that date the Antivan elves decided that was) where people dress up as charred brides and/or Maleficars or demons, with a lot of dances associated to it (this is directly inspired by La Tirana)

The Orlesian Chantry consider half these things heresy.

The Antivans do not care.

Non Antivan-Bonus

Kirkwall has a similar thing going on with the whole ‘Andraste to the left’ deal, only theirs is Our Lady Unshackled. Whenever the news go around of a slaver dying or someone being saved from them, the Andrastian elves will say Our Lady Unshackled did it.

In fact, most self-defence within both the aliange and the slums is attributed to ‘Our Lady Unshackled’, to the point more than one Captain of the Guard or Knight Commander has thought that was an Actual Person being heretic by hiding ‘their crimes’ under the name of Holy Andraste.

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I actually just realised that I could put these three in a separate poll so they still get to play but the others have a fighting chance

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He's got that irresistible Mysterious Italian Attachment Style(c) with social awkwardness sprinkled on top.

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DEAR KCD/DRAGON AGE FANDOM

(reposting bc i need more people)

i’m working on a thesis about queer representation in video games (kcd and da specifically) and the experience of queer people playing them.

i have a short questionnaire where you can share your thoughts and opinions as a part of my research.

it would mean the world to me if you participated in it! totally anonymous ofc.

ty <З

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lil wip for lucanis week

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NORMAL PERSON: Hey, whatchadoin? ME: Um… writing. NORMAL PERSON: What are you writing? ME: A story. NORMAL PERSON: A story about what? ME:

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So, you know that old wives tale about how babies and young children can see ghosts and spirits?

Do we think Rook and Lucanis’s kids could see Spite when they were young?

And do we think that Spite was Thedas’s version of Drop Dead Fred?

Because all I can imagine is Lucanis finding his 4 year old doing some weird shit and when he asks what’s going on, the kid is like “Spite taught me a new game!” And a feeling of dread just washes over Lucanis as he realises that Spite is about to become an even bigger issue.

Not because he’s worried about his child’s safety, Spite is that child’s number one protector, but because now he knows he’s going to have to deal with two little gremlins.

Four kids later and Lucanis just doesn’t care anymore. His 6 year old comes running in and is like “dad, Spite and I are gonna go drink pond water to see what it tastes like,” and Lucanis will just sip his morning coffee and be like “well, your uncle Viago has been micro-dosing your food with arsenic since you were 6 months old, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

But then there comes a point where the kids grow up and can’t see or hear Spite anymore (unless he talks through Lucanis) and that obviously makes Spite sad, to the point he just looms over Rook and Lucanis’s bed like “Make. More!” And Rook and Lucanis are like 45 by this point and are like “no way!” So they compromise and get Spite a dog (because animals can also see ghosts/spirits) and he’s happy again.

Also now wondering what Rook and Lucanis’s kids would actually call Spite. Would he just be Spite? Or would he also be dad?

Because we know Spite is obsessed with Rook so he definitely credits himself as co-creator of those kids, but would Rook and Lucanis acknowledge that and allow him to be a third parent?

I honestly have so many random ideas about this.

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best typo ive ever made i think

reblog if you feep stupid

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Your OC as…

I was tagged by the wonderful @lotusfueltofire 💜 thank you!

I wasn’t sure for some of these. My Rook didn’t really have a character inspo and I’d never thought about a movie for him.

Rules: Assign something to each item of the list.

| Animal | Color | Food | Drink | Movie | Character Inspo | Song | Season |

Cougar | Red | Sopapilla | Rum and Coke | The Boy and The Heron | Aaron Sinclair (The Guild Codex: Spellbound) | Bullet with a Butterfly Wings | Sping

I’ll lightly tag @trash-nerd @antivan-sprig @tevivinter