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Quite literally I need more Antinous x Eurymachus art...... It's literally in my brain...... And your article is just *chef kiss*
I hate them so much can you tell ?
The ref pic btw:

#they're not even flirting here#they are both drunk and eury is telling him some gossip#but they are so in love its disgusting#oh i hate them#give me back my sleep#antinous x eurymachus#lionsnake
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#heaven official's blessing#tgcf#xie lian#hua cheng#hualian#💆♀️💆♀️💆♀️💆♀️#these mfs are so in love its disgusting
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*INSERT GROSS HAPPY NOISES*

Guuuuyyysssss they're so cute I could just trip on their existence and fall flat on my face and say thank you.
Anyway. I love Jayvik. Here's some soft Jayvik. I tried a different rendering method. I didn't cry. It was successful I think. Be proud of me.
#jayvik#THEYRE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR#soft jayvik hours#man I love them so much its disgusting#arcane#viktor arcane#jayce talis#art#digital art#gay
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smile, iruma! | hey ive been here before
#iruma suzuki#clara valac#azz alice asmodeus#love trio#m!ik#mairimashita! iruma kun#welcome to demon school iruma kun#irumas expression in the first one went through lotsa phases#lotsa extreme frusterated and sickly faces#which felt a little ooc to me cuz irumas someone who smiles in the face of despair#but also we’ve seen iruma at his most frusterated and fed up in reaction to his parents#(at least until kalegos brother told him he was disgusting which btw we should jump him for that)#(and SORTA when gyari calls him ugly but that was less serious lol)#anyway i decided to try going for a very tired forced smile for this#abuse mention#<just in case#to me this is irumas parents presenting iruma to a camera for a family portrait so they can show off their darling little boy to friends#meanwhile darling little boy has been eating trash behind the mall they found him at#so hes tired and hungry cuz the last time he saw em was two months ago otherwise he would have faked it a little better#i think in this moment hes frustrated and a little disgusted by them#enough to almost deny the treats they dangle over him#but rule one (1) is iruma suzuki that cannot say no#im not sure i conveyed the little micro expression kinda frusteration that i wanted to but its close nough#style change for love trio suddenly iruma has lips my bad LOL#suits the theme tho! i think irumas genre; art style; life changes when he met those two#clarazz would hate being compared to irumas dusty ass parents in any way even as foils sorry to them for this post actually 😭#ANYWAY…#did u know love trio have the same smile?#fanart#my art
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From "Unadulterated Loathing" in which Charlie chains these two idiots accidentally together by @otsmosis (who made this comment at the end of the last chapter and inspired me to do whatever this is above)
#i was forced to colour this and its always painful and out of my comfort zone hallelujah#let me just tag this real quick i have a lot to say#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#radioapple#appleradio#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor x lucifer#okay we are back#FIRST things first#oh shit i forgot#my art#i watched silence of the lambs for the first time#and i think that hannibal lecter is just normal smart#but everyone else is really really fucking stupid#OH THE FIC I FORGOT TO SAY#i needed something uplifting and im so happy that i found it#if any of you is in need of some cheering up please give it a read#i am EXCITED for the next chapter#i just love it when charlie screams in someones face#AND THAT “ALASTOR HEAVED OUT A DISGUSTED SOUND” is absolutely me and my best friend every five minutes if we dont like something#i now use a screenshot of that sentence to express my discomfort in our chat#wow im so shit at giving compliments and i am stuck in an endless loop of “wow i loved it so much it was great”#BUT I REALLY LOVED IT
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This will be my last post on the topic (at least until something without a doubt definite comes out). But Jutty Taylor has every right to leave Ghost with the way supposed 'fans' are acting. And I do think if he is gone it will be by his choice to leave and not because he was fired (he would not be fired 4 shows in with no new evidence). Tobias made the decision to keep him on for this tour and have him featuer in his music videos, I trust that he knows Jutty better than we do. I will be sad if he is forced to leave the band because of this, but we all need to stop speculating on things we just don't know about. I love you Swiss and my Ritual was made all the more special by your presence! ❤️
#jutty taylor#swiss ghoul#swiss ghost#they cant make me hate you#this whole situation is so sad#that is some bs#some of you need help#some of you disgust me#stop harrassment#stop spreading misinformation#stop spreading hate#just stop#stop it#this is the last time i am gonna speak on this#i hope he is doing ok#sending love#nobody deserves to br treated like this#its so sad#i hate seeing the fandom fall to pieces like this#i love you swiss ghoul#so much#forever my favorite#the band ghost
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thinking about arthur who has crazy quick reflexes and is a relatively light sleeper who woke up to the sound of someone in his room and saw merlin crouched down messing with his keys before softly asking “whatre you doing?…before breakfast?”
#like in that scene in s2 when merlin was calling out arthurs name from under his bed#and he jumped up (thinking merlin was long gone) grabbed his sword and postured for a fight#or that one in idk which season when merlin was sneaking in his room and he woke up and grabbed his sword when merlin bumped a chair#and then merlin brought the canopy/curtains around his bed down on him#vs waking up to see melin splayed over him and staring for a beat#before flinching back#(he was definitely having some thoughts and/or dreams but thats neither here nor there)#idk thinking about arthur who trusts merlin implicitly and allows himself to lower his guard around him#his guard which he keeps up even in his sleep#GOD imagining them in an established relationship and merlin for once has /so/ much trouble waking arthur up#like before it was sorta bad but arthur was always in that half awake state#but now that theyre together….arthur wont even groan when merlin starts poking his ribs#arthur finally feeling so safe and protected that he allows his guard to drop in his sleep#and its the first time hes ever felt truly refreshed in the morning#so now merlin has infinitely more trouble waking him up but when hes up hes UP and ready to go#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#arthur bby they could never make me hate you#hes just a girl desperately craving love and protection#merlin isnt even offering it#hes shoving it into arthurs arms with insults flying off the tongue#theyre so disgusting#(affectionate)#<3#headcanon#head canon#hc
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I don’t think Tashi’s look of disgust when Art kisses her knee is actually about him. It’s at herself. Their dynamic is so entirely shaped by power, by the fact that Art is lesser than her. She’s better at tennis, better at keeping her control, better at getting Patrick to fall into her bed. It’s the uncaring idol and the tortured devotee. Hell, it’s outright stated; she asks “what am I, Jesus?” and he says “yes” like it’s obvious. Even the way they sit in that scene shows how Tashi is a religion to him, kissing and bowed over her lap like in prayer. Which is why, to a woman who buys into that dynamic, who also thinks of herself as God to Art’s worshipper, it’s so disgusting that she truly does love him. Tashi adores him. Not even close to as much as she adores tennis, but she does. Right after that scene she goes and asks Patrick to throw the match - because if Art loses, she leaves him. And she doesn’t want to have to leave him. It goes against what she knows. God is not supposed to make sacrifices for mere mortals. Achilles is not meant to swoon at the soft weakness of his heel. But here she is, seeing the chip in her armour and thinking it lovely anyway. Hence the look.
#and she hates him and thinks he’s pathetic#but she knows that#it’s realising she loves him. it’s gross to her in the literal sense#it’s skincrawlingly wrong for her to (even in the smallest ways) betray her best love - tennis and its rules - for Art#she loves him loves their life loves their daughter (would trade it all in a second for her health back but does love love love)#and how foul to love Art when Patrick is the better devotee#he’s better at tennis. and Tashi is tennis heart and soul. but she still loves Art. even if he has to work at it earn it#she’s willing to train him up. loves him. and it disgusts her#love in its purest sense feels so wrong to her <3#challengers#tashi duncan#art donaldson#patrick zweig
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This suggestion comes from @rychlastrela
And, oh boy, am I glad I got this suggestion, because this is frickin' adorable :3
They are so in love and it's giving me life.
#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#artwork#maxberrydoesart#maxberry does tf2 art#speeding bullet#tf2 ship#sniper tf2#scout tf2#tf2 fanart#tf2 scout#tf2 sniper#tf2#team fortress 2#sniper x scout#scout#sniper#slow dancing#old man yaoi#trans artist#queer artist#queer#team fortress fanart#scout fanart#fanart#they are so in love its disgusting#gay#gay men#scout x sniper
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#pit babe#pit babe the series#pit babe ep12#alanjeff#alan x jeff#sailubpon#sailub hemmawich#pon thanapon#thai bl#bl drama#😩😩😩😩😩😩 they#my boy jeff is so in love its disgusting#look at him 🥺#if they throw some pointless drama at them in the finale im suing
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Older!Husband!Price with a Younger!Wife who lovingly calls him "old man" whenever he calls her "little girl".
Older!Husband!Price who comes back from deployment early to his Younger!Wife asleep while watching true crime podcasts. He doesn't understand the new generation and how they think murder is entertainment. Especially since his precious girl worries every time he has to leave and makes sure he leaves his actions at the door.
Older!Husband!Price who huffs and puffs and complains whenever his Younger!Wife wants to go on young people dates. What the hell is a ramen conveyor belt and why are you trying to convince him its better a classic home cooked meal.
Older!Husband!Price who has fought the worst of the worst, but can't stand his ground against puppy eyes and a cute stuffed animal.
Older!Husband!Price who reminds you that he is, in fact, nearly old enough to be your father whenever you "jokingly" call him Daddy.
Older!Husband!Price who makes you sit in his lap and catch him up on all the drama after a long deployment he'd rather just forget. Yes, of course your ex-bestie was out of line for calling him a GILF. He was still DILF age, thank you very much. What a lovely girl you are for defending his honor.
Older!Husband!Price who loves how young you make him feel, but hates that he understands the damn internet lingo you've taught him. Hates that he understood what Gaz meant when he said he was craving a "glizzy" while they were knee deep in mud and hours away from civilization.
Older!Husband!Price who thinks about letting you make him a father more often than a man of his position should.
#cod mwii#cod mwiii#john price#captain john price#captain price#cod x reader#price x reader#price headcanons#john price headcanons#cod headcanons#im so obsessed with him its disgusting#i love peepaw sm#age difference
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the stinkiest
#charlie kelly#its always sunny in philadelphia#iasip edit#SO offbeat#this is tumblrs fault#whatever#he’s the most disgusting man on the planet#and i love him#i fully expect this to flop#but im okay with it#he’s my baby
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Bedtime Stories For a Demon: The Day The World Disappeared, Part I (Lucanis x Rook Fanfic)
Rook is trapped in the Fade. Lucanis & Crew are determined to get her out.
Word Count: ~4500
Lucanis Dellamorte is a man with an excellent memory.
He can remember every part of his favourite childhood story, ‘The Joyful Wyvern’, with striking clarity. Reciting it in his head kept him sane in the Ossuary on some difficult nights.
He can remember the most minute details of a pages-long dossier for every job he has ever taken. It served him well to know every entrance, exit, chokepoint and weak point in case his plans went awry. Like that time he walked in on an orgy during a job in Minrathous, but remembered a note about a hidden servant’s entrance on the far side of the room he could sneak out of. Fail to prepare, and you prepare to fail, he would tell himself.
He can remember the meal preferences of every member of the Veilguard. It makes everyone’s life easier at dinner, even if it means he’s preparing up to three separate meals at times.
Yes, Lucanis Dellamorte has an excellent memory. And for much of his life, that memory was a gift.
Until the day Madeleina Mercar is sucked into the Fade, and he’s left with nothing but the image of her terrified face seconds before a Fade Rift swallows her whole, ripping her from the waking world with terrifying speed.
And he can’t forget.
He replays the moment in his mind on an endless loop.
Her green eyes – they only had a moment to widen before they’re gone from his sight. Her soft lips parted in confusion, then panic. No time to let out a cry for help. The ripples of raw magic as the Fade Rift collapsed in on itself sent everyone flying back, everyone but him. Spite’s wings unfurled and steadied them against the force. He braced himself, and walked forward, arm outstretched.
Only to pass through empty air.
First, came disbelief.
No, no, she’s not gone. She’ll pop back into existence in just a moment. She’s Rook, she always finds a way. But when the moments stretched on in deafening silence and Madeleina still hadn’t returned, white hot rage, fuelled by Spite’s power, quickly took the place of disbelief. The demon, who had become fond of Rook, barrelled forward and took over in a way he hadn’t done since Illario killed Zara in front of them.
NO. SMELL OF. LAVENDER AND ROSEWATER. NO THUNDERSTORMS OR SMOKE.
WHERE.! IS.! ROOK.! WANT.! ROOK.!
There is not much recollection beyond that. He thinks it took no small effort on Davrin and Bellara’s part to calm them down before they destroyed everything in sight. Zipping around the body of Ghilan’nain on purple-and-black wings as if he could whip the fallen God back to life and demand she bring Madeleina back. The Warden may have had to physically restrain them at some point – he doesn’t know. Doesn’t care, either.
Now, back in the Lighthouse, the void she left behind is palpable in every corner of this place.
He sees her reading on the couch in the library, long brown hair spilling over her shoulder, and brows drawn together in quiet contemplation. He sees her sneaking an extra dessert from the dining hall, one he made just for her because he knows she’ll want more. Chatting the hours away with Neve in her office, getting caught up on the latest comings and goings of Docktown – or, what’s left of it after the Venatori took over Minrathous. Excitedly debating magical theory with Emmrich and Bellara at dinner, or in the Professor’s study. She trips over herself when the topic shifts to something she has an interest in – her lips forming words faster than her brain can form them properly.
Then, the one that hurts the most.
Sitting across from him by the fireplace, telling a story. Face awash in soft blue light. Light green eyes sparkling with joy, crinkling because of her wide, warm smile. Her illusions dancing in the space between them. In his memories, she’s close enough to touch, instead of a world away. Close enough to kiss, if he had just leaned in closer. Lucanis tries not to remember the one time he did and pulled away at the last moment, crippled by his own fear and hesitation. The thought that he may never get to try again sinks his heart into his stomach, so he quickly turns to other memories.
And perhaps that’s why Lucanis has all but barricaded himself in her room for the past week. To surround himself with these reminders of her and take comfort in that because if he doesn’t, he’ll lose what little tether to sanity he has left.
He’s holding her gilded, silver hairbrush in his hand. It looks like the one from The Girl and the Glass Slipper. Something of hers to touch.
He lights the lavender-scented candles on the credenza. Something of hers to smell.
Casts his gaze over her room, eyeing her wardrobe – where a few pieces of clothing lie hanging on the open door. Then, to her magical contraption from her Circle days whirring and clicking autonomously on the round table by the window. Things of hers to see and hear.
Something, anything, to tie him to the remnants of Madeleina in this world. Proof that she was here, she was real. That he didn’t dream a saviour and a soulmate. Didn’t dream a love like the one in the romance novels he’s taken to reading with Bellara and Emmrich and Neve. A love like the ones in her fairy tales.
Lucanis can’t say how long he’s been holding onto her hair brush. Even at the best of times, telling the passage of the hours was tricky in the Lighthouse. Now, the days pass in a monotonous cycle, and there are no stories by the fire to measure the nights by. He grips the hairbrush’s handle tighter and exhales.
She’s here. Lost in the Fade, but not here. Not this part of the Fade.
Spite’s wrath crackles under his skin, begs and urges him to move. To fly off the edge of the Lighthouse and soar into the deepest recesses in the Fade to find her. The demon would take them to the edge of eternity to bring her back, and Lucanis would go to the edge of eternity for her. While he and the demon have struck an accord, in this moment in time, they are only unified by a singular thought:
We need to get her back.
Yet, where Spite demands action, Lucanis’ body doesn’t move. He has lain roots so deep in her chamber that even the strongest gale-force winds couldn’t dig them out. Lucanis feels the weight of her absence so deeply, it’s become an oppressive weight on his shoulders. It is a paralyzing loss – and inaction is something fundamentally contradictory to Spite’s nature. It doesn’t make for a quiet mind.
Lucanis Dellamorte is a man who has become entirely too accustomed to losing those he cares about.
His parents and aunts and uncles and cousins. For a time, his grandmother. His brother. Although Illario lives and walks free among the Crows (with every dagger at his back, albeit), he is lost to Lucanis until he is willing to face the uncomfortable concept of forgiving him. And that’s not something he knows he can even do, considering the magnitude of his betrayal.
Yes, he has lost much. Too much.
There is one thing that is not lost to him, however. It is the one thing of hers that he doesn’t yet have the strength to even look at.
Her father’s journal lays unopened, untouched on the table in front of the couch. Its faded leather is illuminated with flickering candlelight. Lucanis leans forward and steeples his fingers together. He stares at journal and releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
This journal was everything to her. He watched on so many nights as she handled it with the care one might use with a newborn babe. She held it so gently. Treated each page as if it were made of glass.
Lucanis takes the journal in his hands. He’s afraid to open it, like some terrible thing will leap from its pages if he does. Some secret he shouldn’t know. His thumb passes over the rough cover, and lets it linger.
Smells like. Rain in Spring. And mothballs. Like her. Sometimes. But Sharper. Older.
Gently, he pries the journal open to the first page. On the back of the cover, there is an inscription, written in an elegant hand.
Bedtime Stories for My Little Love.
Orpheus Arcturion.
He takes a deep breath and begins to flip through its contents. Most of the pages have been blotted out with bloodstains. They’ve dried a dark maroon, almost black. As if someone spilled a bottle of ink on the journal. In a kinder world, that is how the story of her family would have gone, but he knows better.
As he goes, he sees scrawled notes for stories – some familiar, some not. All as dear to him as the person who spent her nights bringing them to life so he wouldn’t be alone.
The Toy Solider. The Sleeping Princess. The Girl & The Glass Slipper. Swan Lake. Le Petite Sirène. Mother Gothel & The Rampion Babe…
Every title is like a mortar to his chest. His breathing comes deeper and quicker, as he is nearing the end of the journal, making out what he can.
Lucanis comes nears the end of the journal, he stops in his tracks when a few sentences scribbled in Madeleina’s familiar handwriting catch his eye. His breath hitches in his throat as he reads on.
The Charming Rogue & The Hapless Hero.
I know how to tell a good story but go figure I have no idea how to write one.
Bellara’s tried to help, but I don’t know if I can incorporate all of her suggestions (seriously, where are we going to find an inn with only one bed in a story like this?).
It starts with a Charming Rogue being held captive by a terrible, evil bitch Witch in an underwater prison. The Hapless Hero needs his help to slay two terrible monsters plaguing the land – I don’t know, is that too vague?
Ugh. I can’t do this. This is stupid. I’m stupid. Writing fairytales is harder than I thought.
I don’t know how to put the words – how to phrase it properly -.
Maybe I could try winging it with an illusion instead? The silly little fairy tale ending I want so desperately?
I’d make figures of us standing in front of a small cottage on a hill, somewhere in the country side. It has a tiled roof. I’ve painted the walls some obscenely bright colours – I’m thinking pinks, yellows, greens. There’s flowers of every kind in the window box. It has huge windows, to let the sun in from every direction. A nice spot on the windowsill for a cat to lounge on. I’d steal one of the strays from the Treviso market (I like the orange tabby who hangs by the lady who sells flowers). Dried herbs hanging from the ceiling for Lucanis (he will obviously be doing all the cooking). A small library for me so I can read all the books I’ve been meaning to, lost in their pages, but never lost alone.
A home. A little corner of the world just for the two of us, when this is all over.
Perhaps my magic will tell him what my lips cannot. That I love him. I have loved him for some time now.
I need to ask for Bellara’s help after all.
I don’t know what I’m doing. This would be so much easier if the world wasn’t ending. It would… right?
Maybe, just maybe he wants to share that dream together.
He is my happily ever after.
I hope I can be his.
M. Mercar
14 Ferventis, 9:52 Dragon
Lucanis grips the edge of the journal tight enough that the pages crinkle under his thumbs. He can feel tears welling up in his eyes, and bites down on his tongue to keep them from falling. He doesn’t want to ruin the pages, but he can’t help it.
A small part of him knew how she felt. He felt it too. That thing they were dancing around since that first outing at Café Pietra. The thing that neither of them had a name for until it was too late.
She loved him.
Loves him.
He loves her too, of course – hopes with every fiber of his being that she knows it wherever she is in the Fade but curses himself for never saying it aloud. If – when, he finds her again, he swears he’ll say it a thousand times over, until the words are burned into her very being, incapable of being forgotten.
Spite doesn’t understand love. But like any petulant child, he understands the sting of having something taken away from him that he holds dear, in his own strange Spite-like way. The demon bristles behind his eyes, stirring his thoughts again.
Smells like salt and coffee. Spite bellows, Time to Find! Lavender and Sweet Things Again! Find Rook.!!
“Lucanis?”
He snaps to attention at hearing his name. Lucanis hadn’t even realized someone had come in. Once again, he proves himself a poor assassin.
Bellara’s gentle and hesitant footsteps grow louder as she gradually makes her way towards the couch. She’s holding her hands together and looks like she’s almost afraid to approach him. A pang of guilt reverberates in his chest at seeing her like that.
“Bellara” He says, rubbing the backs of his eyes, pretending it’s sleep instead of tears he’s wiping away.
“Hey…” she whispers, coming around the couch to stand in front of him. She rubs her hands together and looks to the ground. “I’m … I’m sorry to bother you but – “
“Please, Bellara” Lucanis runs a hand down his face, “Don’t apologize. It’s no bother” He hates that he’s made her feel the need to apologize for coming to see him.
“I …” She starts but looks unsure of how she wants to proceed. Bellara takes a deep breath and steadies herself. “Emmrich and I think we may have a way to find Rook”
Lucanis’ eyes widen. He reflexively clutches the journal tightly in his hands. “Really?”
Bellara is quick to add, “We don’t know that it’ll work but … but we think it’s worth a shot”
Lucanis’ heart beats so quickly in his chest he thinks it’ll leap out and run away at a moment’s notice. He blinks away a few errant tears and sets the journal aside.
His Elven friend rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet nervously, “We’ll umm… we’ll be in the library when you’re ready. Make sure you bring the journal”
“The journal?” He repeats, tilting his head.
Bellara nods quickly. “It … it’ll make sense, I promise. Just come see us soon”
And with that, she’s practically jogging out the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts, and the key to Rook’s salvation beside him.
~*~
He finds the Veilguard gathered in the library, in the main building of the Lighthouse. Emmrich and Bellara are engaged in heated discussion. Manfred watches curiously. Taash is sitting on the couch, sharpening one of their axes. Davrin whittles a small figure of a griffon, and Assan lounges by his feet.
The room quiets when he enters, and you could hear a pin drop. They all turn to look at him as he slowly makes his way to the group.
Davrin clears his throat to break the tension, “Lucanis… you’re here”
He nods to Davrin but remains quiet as he stands beside Emmrich.
“Bellara tells me you may have a way to find Rook” He says. “Let’s hear it, Professor”
Manfred tilts his head at the mention of her name. “Rook” He hisses.
Assan perks up at her name and scans the room upon hearing it, one ear flopping wildly as he looks for her. Whines softly when he realizes she isn’t coming. Davrin gives the young griffon lying at his feet a soft, reassuring pat on the head.
“It’s alright boy, we’ll find her” The Warden smiles, and the Griffon settles again.
Emmrich’s expression softens at Manfred, before turning back to Lucanis.
“It’s… an idea.” He says, hesitantly. As if trying to measure his expectations, “We have no clue if it will actually work. And making it work will be exceedingly difficult”
“’Exceedingly difficult’ is becoming a specialty of ours” Davrin murmurs, as he blows some wood shavings onto the floor.
Bellara cuts in next, “We think we can temporarily weaken the Veil enough to pull her out” She pauses and runs behind the couch where Davrin and Taash are sitting. With some effort, she pulls out an Elven-looking contraption, with golden concentric rings and a blue crystal orb in the center. Bellara heaves it on the table in the middle of the room with a soft clank.
She wipes her forehead and lets out a breath, “This is a Resonance amplifier. We use them to stabilize weakened areas of the Veil in Arlathan forest”
Emmrich steps forward and points a finger, “Theoretically speaking, if Bellara can reverse the polarity of Resonance Amplifier’s magical effects, we can use it to weaken the Veil rather than strengthen it. We have a few of them, on loan courtesy of Strife and Irelin. Mages from the Veil Jumpers are on standby to help, but …”
Of course there’s a but.
“But?” Lucanis asks, folding his arms over his chest.
“She’s in the Fade. She could be anywhere” Taash frowns, pausing their work with the whetstone.
Emmrich nods, “Astutely observed, Taash. We can’t just go around weakening the Veil all over Northern Thedas. We could be searching for an eternity”
“How does the journal play into this?” Lucanis finally decides to ask the question that’s been burning in the back of his mind since he walked into the library.
At said question, both Bellara and Emmrich exchange nervous glances. It is Bellara who decides to speak next, after a tense moment of silence.
“We need something of hers that she has a strong connection with” Bellara explains, “The hope is that it would act as a beacon for her in the Fade and guide her home”
“Theoretically, of course” Emmrich adds quickly.
“Theory is better than nothing, Professor. If you think you can pull this off” Lucanis holds the journal out to Emmrich, “Do what you need to”
To his surprise, Emmrich gently pushes the journal back into his hands, “My dear Lucanis, it won’t be quite that easy”
Lucanis clutches the journal tightly to his chest and his brows draw together, “What do you mean?”
Emmrich hesitates for a moment and sighs.
“We are fortunate indeed to have a companion who hosts a being that can freely traverse the raw Fade”
Spite.
The demon feels like a bird fluffing its feathers in the back of his mind. Spite shakes his plumage loose, ready to take flight.
Find! ROOK! Me! YES!
Spite once pulled Rook into the Fade to help them. It’s only fitting he should pull her back out.
“That being said” Emmrich continues, his voice sombre. “It would require us to effectively destroy the journal in this world, that Spite might absorb its essence in the raw Fade and use it to find her. I know that journal means a great deal to her. I can only imagine the weight of its loss”
The pregnant pause after his explanation suggests he wants to add something else but thought better of it. The words left unsaid form in his thoughts.
I know it means a great deal to you as well.
He considers Emmrich’s words. Lucanis looks down at the journal. It was the only thing left tying her to her family. An entire lifetime before she was Madeleina Mercar. Before she was Rook. He grips the journal tightly and clicks his tongue.
“And you’re sure nothing else will do?” He asks quietly, but he already knows the answer.
Emmrich shakes his head. “It has to be something she has a deep, personal connection to. Something that…” He waves a ringed hand, and the soft clinking of his golden bangles fills the air, “Something that effectively embodies who Rook is – past and present. To find her in an endless, ever-changing landscape like the Fade, it has to be tied to her in a way no other object in her possession is”
Bellara’s voice is gentle, careful, as she adds, “Spirits … demons, are attracted to powerful emotions. For Spite to become an effective anchor and beacon, he needs to merge with something she’s going to react strongly to. If Spite has an attachment to the object too, we… well, we think it’ll work even better”
Lucanis runs his palm over the tattered, faded leather. This journal saw him and Madeleina through so many nights together. Memories come flooding of her as she flipped through its worn pages, bathed in the warm light of the fireplace. How her eyes lit up with mirth when she landed on the story of the night. The scent of lavender and rosewater. The warmth that settled in his chest. The comfort that she brought him. How he came to crave her company on the nights they couldn’t be together.
This journal was her story. Their story. To lose it forever…
Lucanis sighs.
If this journal is the key to bringing her home, to giving him another chance to say the words left unsaid – he has to try. He would take her anger and her tears at the loss of the journal. At least she would be around to be upset over it.
He looks back up at Emmrich, barely holding back tears.
“How do we do it?” He asks, voice hitching.
Emmrich puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder and gives him a warm smile. “All you have to do my friend, is go to sleep. Bellara and I will handle the rest. When you wake, Spite should have her location”
“This better work, Emmrich” Taash rises to their feet, axe in hand. “We lost too much already.” They didn’t have to elaborate. Taash had not taken losing Harding well. The team was afraid they might burn down the Lighthouse at one point. Eventually, they retreated to their room to work out, almost compulsively, as if they could punch the grief away. The fire-breathing Qunari made for the stairs to their room and was gone moments later.
“It’s a sound plan” Davrin added thoughtfully, nodding his head. “Let’s hope it pans out”
Assan gave an assenting squawk, before hopping up on all fours and bounding for the door.
“Hey!” Davrin calls after him, rising from his seat. Knife and wooden figurine in hand, he starts jogging after the Griffon trying to escape the Lighthouse. Manfred decides to give chase as well, because why not.
“Get back here, boy! It’s not dinner time yet!” Davrin cries, as the doors close behind him.
After Davrin and Taash make their unceremonious exits, the three of them left in the library start planning the ritual.
~*~
Spite Dellamorte has not been a demon for very long, and there are many things that are new to him. Chief among them, is his fascination with the young woman named Rook.
He has heard others call him Determination. He supposes he understands that well enough. One can be quite determined to be spiteful, after all. And he’s seen Rook possess determination in spades. The way she barrels through every obstacle in her path and relentlessly keeps going is something the demon thinks he could watch forever. Something he wants to watch forever.
Spite isn’t sure if living among the mortals of this world has changed him, but he is certain absorbing Rook’s journal did.
When he merged with her journal, he was bombarded with a flood of emotions and memories that were entirely foreign to him – because they were not him. They were hope, joy, love, compassion, sadness and so many more. But not Spite.
It was confusing and overwhelming. If he had a mortal body, he would have felt what Lucanis called ‘a massive headache’.
Spite Dellamorte stands in the Fade and begins his search for their Rook.
What he has heard the others refer to as The Black City hovers, much like the Archon’s floating palace, off in the distance. An imposing maw of sharp, jagged angles cutting the eerie green dreamscape of the Fade. No matter where he moves, he never gets closer or farther away.
He doesn’t linger on it, and instead, places a hand over his chest and feels for the piece of the journal resonating within his being. A faint blue light, mixing with his own purple glow, erupts outwards. Waves of resonating magical energy ripple out into some unknowable distance, and all Spite can do is wait until one of them comes back.
He stands in his lonely corner of the Fade. Emotions and memories that are not his own tumble back and forth in his thoughts, swimming around each other until they form new, unknown things he cannot understand.
Spite doesn’t know how long he’s been standing in his corner of the Fade, when he finally feels something pulling him in a certain direction. A ripple of that same magical energy, harmonizing with his own, drags his feet towards it. The demon does not have the patience to wait.
His wings unfurl and he flies, as fast as he can, towards that pull. He follows it through hordes of demons and spirits, with a fierce determination to find Rook. Spite is certain he’s never flown this fast in his short existence.
Time does not exist in the Fade, so he is unaware for exactly how long he has been flying. He follows the pull of the magical energy until he comes to a new landscape within the Fade. The Black City hovers in the distance as it always does.
There is a black void of nothingness vibrating in the middle of the landscape. That is where he feels the pull most strongly. He surmises that is where Solas has trapped Rook. Spite takes in his surroundings.
Tall, peaked mountains to one side. Bordered by a forest of high sycamore trees. Ruins of destroyed buildings. A lone house on the hill, decimated by demons. He’s seen this before. Lucanis has seen this before.
In one of her stories.
Arvanitum.
She’s back home.
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Big thank you to @thewardenisonthecase and @teawithshakespeare for helping me with this chapter. Writing out the mechanics of how the team would actually find Rook in the Fade was tricky. Originally I wanted to write this all as one fic, but then I realized it would be like 20k words. Hopefully I'll get to the next part soon.
This is meant to be a bit of a standalone story within the larger 'Bedtime Stories for a Demon' series. I've intentionally left a lot of things vague because I technically haven't gotten to this part yet in the main fic. I might have to rework a few things depending on how things go.
As always, thank you for reading! I love seeing your comments, reblogs and tags <3 I appreciate every single one of you who has taken the time to do so!
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thoughts on murcielago/have you read it
I LOVE MURCIELAGOOOOO Kuroko is so awesome I love her. I want to be her when I grow up (is already grown)
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the universes in my head are so beautiful [sketch under read more ⬇️]

#parkour civilization#parkciv#evbo#emf#evbo's master friend#taimc#mavbo#taivbo#parkciv evbo#parkciv emf#paper#sketch#xuh art#theyre so in love its disgusting your honor#why does he have a lisp? well. you see-
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we literally got a marriage announcement live on stream if you even care
#committing to dan and phil what if I clawed my fucking eyes out#nasty disgusting vomit inducing I love them#dan and phil#but now its like#Dan and Phil again#officially#putting a ring on it#I need therapy so bad#dnp#phan
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