#man bun lucanis

[merry-kuroo]

MAN BUN ILLARIO

MAN BUN ILLARIO

MAN BUN ILLARIO

MAN BUN ILLARIO

I WANNA SEE HIM WITH HIS HAIR DOWN NEOW

[darlingillustrations]

To celebrate my Birthday Bestie, I attempted to make 🔥steamy🔥 Dragon Age Fanart of Lucanis Dellamorte inspired by the idea of this disaster Antivan staying up all night to make a special birthday cake.

(Mad Respect for all the people out there making art that is so much steamier. I don't know how you do it. My hat's off to you!!)

This one's for you, @vexatious-anamnesis ! I hope you have the best day ever, and that all your cakes are deliciously frosted!!

[slecnaztemnot]

Interesting tidbits I noticed in the new trailer!

This image is likely the fade version of the ritual site we disrupt. Could it be the Black city? Its certainly dark enough and one of the theories is that it was originally Arlathan (ancient elven main city).

This could be Ghilian'nain but my mind went to Cetorax first - a horribly "sea smelling" creature mentioned in Tevinter nights, which lived under Minrathous and had tentacles. (also ate people). Location seems to fit.

Notice the dragon flying in the down right corner. Also, the snow + wood roads remind me of beginning of Inquisition and Haven. Possibly Frostback mountains?

This could be a random victim, but the man bun makes me think Felassan - the dreamer agent who worked for Solas in the book Masked Empire. https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Felassan

Notice the shields in the corner - the group approaching the gods likely isn't our group but Grey Wardens, based on the griffon symbol. Also, there seems to be a figure holding Ghilain'nain's thighs. Is it part of her?

This dragon doesn't seem blighted. It could be just an "ordinary" one, but what if its the dragon form of Morrigan or Guardian of Mythal?

I am pretty sure this is our first look at Anderfells.

Davrin is accompanied by a child/teen (?). I don't think the dimensions work for it to be a dwarf. Considering her skin color and the fact we don't see her ears, could this be his daughter? (or another relative?)

Lucanis with a mage (?). I think this is from Lucanis' story quest and its the Tevinter magister planning to kill him, the one mentioned in Tevinter Nights as his next target.

Neve's personal quest? At first I thought it was some corrupted version of Rook, but he is standing behind her. A new dude then (and his beard is different), seems corrupted by Red Lyrium.

This is not Neve, since she has a vallasin. I am fairly sure its Irelin, member of the Veil Jumpers who appeared in Tevinter Nights. https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Irelin

What do you think? Did you also catch anything interesting?

[bluerose5]

The Way to a Man's Heart

Part of my Zevran x Lucanis one shot collection, A Tentative Alliance, on ao3.

Prompt fill, "Cooking for each other," for @mango-mage

Word count: 3,219

Summary:

Days after Lucanis made him dessert, Zevran decides to return the favor by making him a dish from home.

It gives them a chance to discuss where their relationship is heading.

...

The last thing Lucanis expected was to find Zevran in the kitchen.

Even in the beginning, before Lucanis and Bellara agreed to take over cooking duties for the team, he couldn't recall a single time he saw Zevran preparing a meal.

However, as soon as Lucanis walked through the doors, his mouth started watering.

At first, he thought that Bellara was trying her hand at an Antivan recipe, mixing up her usual routine perhaps, but that thought immediately vanished the second he heard a familiar voice humming a low tune.

“Zevran?” he called out, his brow furrowed as he approached.

“Over here!” he answered.

Lucanis stopped short when he caught sight of him.

While part of him mourned the current state of his kitchen —pots, pans, and utensils strewn about, his counters covered in the decimated remains of various ingredients— all of that paled in comparison to the man that was Zevran Arainai.

Golden blonde hair, streaked with bits of silver, was thrown back into a messy bun, stray strands falling into his face. His sleeves were pushed up above his elbows, exposing black ink along the length of his arms, slightly faded from the passage of time. Both his skin and his clothes were dusted with specks of flour, smeared and scattered unevenly.

Once he spotted Lucanis, Zevran's lips stretched into a wide smile, brighter than the sun itself.

Lucanis felt his face flush, resisting the urge to avert his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he asked, “You're… cooking?”

Zevran chuckled, stirring a tomato sauce atop the Lighthouse's magic-fueled stove.

“Good to know that your eyesight is still intact, my dear. I figured that I would repay you for that lovely dessert you made me the other day.”

Well, it was nice to know that his efforts were appreciated. It had been a while since Lucanis last made cinnamon rolls, but knowing how much Zevran loved cinnamon, it seemed like one of the more obvious choices to go with. Still…

“You didn't have to do that,” Lucanis said.

Zevran didn't even hesitate.

“Yes, I did,” he replied in that same matter-of-fact tone that Lucanis used on him. He cast Lucanis a tender look, causing his heart to skip a beat. “I know that you didn't expect me to return the favor, but I—” Trailing off, he sighed, staring into the pot for a moment before he managed to speak again, his voice soft, gentle. “I don't know. You like food, so I decided to make you food. I tried to think of something from home that you haven't made yet.”

Warmth spread throughout his chest, Lucanis touched by the gesture.

Slowly, he eased closer, leaning against the counter.

“Well, in all honesty, I didn't even realize you knew how to cook,” Lucanis admitted.

Zevran gaped at him.

“What?!” He gasped. “Oh, how you wound me!” He all but tossed his spoon aside to clutch at his chest with one hand, the back of his other one placed against his forehead. Lucanis winced when some of the sauce splashed nearby, but he bit his tongue, refraining from bringing it up. “How will I ever recover from such an insult?”

“Dramatically, by the looks of it,” Lucanis teased, “but is it really so surprising when I haven't seen you step foot into the kitchen on your own, let alone to cook a meal?”

Zevran laughed with a shrug.

“I didn't want to impose and make anyone feel uncomfortable. My companions from the Fifth Blight, hmm… Let's just say that they were more suspicious of me at first than the others were of you,” Zevran noted. “Kind of reckless on their part, I must say. I know that we met under very different circumstances, but I'm still surprised that they let you near any food or drinks.”

“Hey, now,” Lucanis protested. “I haven't poisoned anyone.”

“Not yet, anyways,” Zevran corrected.

Lucanis watched him closely as he added some basil to the sauce, then continued to stir.

Once that was done, he set the first pot aside, stopping only to take a sip from a glass of brandy before he brought water to a boil in another pot. When Lucanis tried to swoop in to taste some of the sauce, Zevran was quick to block his path. He gave Lucanis's hand a light tap before he shoved his glass towards him, Lucanis taking it from him before one of them dropped it.

“Patience, my dear!” Zevran chastised. “You are interrupting the process.”

Lucanis huffed, Spite snickering in the back of his mind.

He wondered how much time they could spend in the kitchen together before the others started to hear them shouting in Antivan. 

A question for them to answer another day, perhaps.

Swirling the brandy around in slow, even circles, Lucanis stared down into the glass when he asked, “Were you truly concerned about that?”

Zevran glanced towards him, quirking a brow up in his direction.

“About you poisoning me? How could I know for certain that you wouldn't, considering your loyalty to the Crows? I didn't want to doubt, but you—” He grimaced, stealing his drink back to take a heavier swig this time. He returned it to Lucanis just as quickly in order to add salt to the water, his face scrunched up. “You never know.” With a sigh, the tip of Zevran's ear twitched ever so slightly. “I might have made it a habit to make sure you and the others took the first bites before I dug in.”

“Of course you did.” How didn't he notice that before?

Not that Lucanis could really blame him when he put it into context like that, but some part of him couldn't help but to feel offended, hurt even.

“You're pouting,” Zevran said in a sing-song tone.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Uh-huh, see, you say that, but then you could put the saddest puppies to shame with those big, brown eyes of yours.”

Lucanis grumbled, his shoulders drooping.

“I want you to feel safe around me,” he eventually said, unable to meet his eyes.

A minute passed by as silence hung heavy in the air, but Zevran didn't let the tension overstay its welcome, his voice filled with certainty when he spoke.

“I do now."

Lucanis braced himself, then locked eyes with him again.

“You do?”

“Would I lie to you?” When Lucanis opened his mouth to respond, Zevran backtracked, rushing to interrupt. “On second thought, don't answer that.”

They shared a laugh.

“In all seriousness, though, about the cooking, I mean,” Zevran continued, “you do realize that I had to take care of myself before you came along as my personal chef, right?”

“Heh, fair enough,” Lucanis said, watching Zevran collect a tray off the counter, covered in small, pillowy bits of dough. “How did you learn?”

“The children were expected to do all sorts of tasks in the brothel I was raised in. I used to have to help with prep in the kitchen. I always said that was how I first learned how to wield a knife,” Zevran explained. “Then, when I was bought by the Crows, the way I obtained my meals mostly depended on the day. On rare occasions, the master assassins would invite us to dine with them, a pat on the head for a job well done, if you will. On other days, I would charm someone from a local tavern, convince them to treat me for an evening. But most of the time…”

He swallowed thickly, his stare distant.

“It was Rinna, Taliesen, and I. All of us in our cramped, little apartment in Antiva City, learning together through trial-and-error.”

Lucanis felt his chest tighten, his heart aching for Zevran as his expression twisted with sorrow.

“You mentioned them before,” Lucanis stated. “You three worked as a unit within the Crows, correct?”

“That, we did.” Zevran took a deep, shaky breath, carefully adding his gnocchi to the water. “But we were so much more than that, too.”

Lucanis didn't want to dig up any unhappy memories for him, but the words spilled out before he could stop them, too curious for his own good.

“You never did say what happened to—”

“I killed them,” Zevran stated, straight to the point. He tossed the tray out of the way once he was finished with it, mixing up the gnocchi in the water before covering the pot with a lid. “Both of them. Perhaps that should come as a warning to you to get out while you still can.”

As if Lucanis scared that easily.

“I'm not going anywhere.”

A single glimpse at Lucanis's face had him pursing his lips.

“Don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know what I mean,” he retorted. “Like you pity me.” Then, in a smaller voice, he added, “Or like you care.”

“Well, I do care what happens to you. Past, present, future. It doesn't matter,�� Lucanis insisted. “I hate that you had to go through that.”

Zevran allowed that to sink in before he replied.

“I know.” He blew out a tired breath. “I know, but think about it like this. Had I not gone through the things that I have, then we probably wouldn't have ever met.”

“Yeah...” Lucanis knew that he was only telling the truth; however, he didn't want to linger on that thought for too long, so he took advantage of the lull in the conversation to change the subject, knowing that it must have taken a lot on Zevran's part to even share that information with him. “So, you made me gnocchi?”

Zevran accepted the silent offer to switch topics, grateful for the distraction.

“With my own two hands,” he said, “and I fully expect a batch of churros in return for all of my hard work.”

“I should have known you had an ulterior motive for doing this,” Lucanis snorted.

“Maker, could you imagine? Doing something for someone without any expectation of payment?”

“What a ridiculous notion, indeed,” Lucanis deadpanned. “Fortunately for you, I would be more than happy to oblige.” Anything for him.

“I had a feeling you would be.” Zevran smirked his way, eyeing him up and down. “You know, if you keep on spoiling me like this, then you might end up stuck with me.”

For someone who could be so closed-off at times, he said that with such confidence. Caught off guard by his straightforward remark, Lucanis turned his gaze away, smiling to himself.

Even Spite seemed to preen at the very idea.

“I fail to see the problem with that.”

“Ha! Let's see if you still feel that way after we take out the gods together.”

“I look forward to it.” But that did beg the question. “Say, now that I think about it, we never really did discuss ‘us’ yet, have we?”

Zevran fell silent as he lifted the lid off the pot. Once the gnocchi floated to the top, he worked on straining them next. Grabbing a dish to serve them in, he ladeled a portion of the sauce directly into the bottom.

Nervously, Lucanis took a swig out of Zevran's drink while he awaited his answer, savoring that delicious burn in the back of his throat.

“Is there anything left to discuss?” Zevran asked, genuinely curious. “You made me dessert, and it was sweet. You were sweet, but if my companionship is all that you seek, then that shall be enough for me.”

Pouring the gnocchi into the dish next, Zevran added another layer of sauce on top. From there, he mixed it all together, just enough to evenly coat the gnocchi.

Lucanis tapped a finger upon the glass of brandy.

“And if I told you that I wanted to explore what's between us beyond ‘companionship’?” he wondered.

Zevran stopped what he was doing in order to consider the offer, continuing after a brief pause.

“Then I would say that I'm interested,” he told him, “but I wouldn't ask anything of you that you are not willing to give. Whatever happens next, my dear, is up to you.”

“That's a lot of power you're giving me.”

“I trust you with it.”

Lucanis shifted at the absolute certainty with which he spoke.

Butterflies filled his stomach.

“I'm glad that you do, but I never…” He trailed off, his expression turning surprisingly bashful.

“What?” Zevran asked, grabbing a wedge of aged cheese out of Lucanis's stash to grate over the top of the gnocchi. “Something wrong?”

“No, no, no,” Lucanis rushed to assure him. “It's just that I, uh—” Lucanis rubbed at the back of his neck. “I've never really been in a relationship before.”

He saw it the instant that realization dawned on Zevran, his eyes widening ever so slightly, lips parted.

Then, understanding took the place of his initial shock.

“Ah,” he said, “I seem to recall that, when we first met, you said that a lot of decisions were made for you, even before the Ossuary. Were there expectations for you as the First Talon's heir, or…?”

“You are asking if I had a marriage lined up.” Lucanis snorted. “The answer to that is no. Not that I'm aware of, at least. Although, I would not put it past Caterina to have had a match already in mind for me, if she was determined to have our family's bloodline continue.”

He wrinkled his nose at the thought of being coerced into a marriage on those grounds, but quickly banished the idea from his mind.

An issue to worry about later, perhaps.

“The truth is that I was content without being involved with someone, simple as that. I didn't actively seek out that kind of connection when I met people. I had my job. I had my family. I had the Crows. What else did one need, so far as I was concerned?” Lucanis shrugged as Zevran wrapped up what he was doing. “Every now and then, I would become interested in another, but nothing ever really came from it.”

Wiping his hands off on a rag, Zevran flashed him a mischievous grin.

“You mean, like what happened with Viago?”

Lucanis sputtered in protest.

Finishing off their drink, he set the glass aside on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I should have known you were listening in,” he huffed.

“What? It's not like you and Emmrich were trying to keep quiet about it,” Zevran said. “Plus, I had to make sure there wasn't any competition to worry about.”

Maybe it was the alcohol —or, Maker, maybe it was Spite’s influence— but Lucanis was overtaken by a sudden surge of confidence.

Without thinking, he stepped forward, reaching out to take Zevran’s hand in his as Zevran turned to face him.

Lucanis laced their fingers together, his heart threatening to pound out of his chest.

Using his free hand, he reached out to cup Zevran’s cheek, brushing a smudge of flour away with his thumb. Zevran immediately leaned into his touch, warm, brown eyes —like amber— fixated on Lucanis the entire time.

Lucanis glanced down towards his lips before staring deep into his eyes once more.

“There's not,” he assured him.

“Right. Okay.” Zevran took a moment to catch his breath, taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. “Lucky for you, I'm not exactly the jealous type, but still, it's good to know.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“And for future reference,” Zevran whispered, covering the hand on his cheek with his own, “give me a knife as a gift, and I can guarantee it'll work out in your favor.”

“Is that so?”

“You have my word.” Turning his head to the side, he pressed a kiss upon his palm. Heat lingered where Zevran's lips grazed against his skin. “What comes after, you'll have to find out for yourself, though. Can't go ruining the surprise, now can I?”

“We wouldn't want that,” Lucanis agreed.

“Not at all.” Zevran searched his expression, deep in thought. “On another note, if you've never been in a relationship before, that does bring up another question. Just so we're on the same page here, have you ever—”

“Had sex?” Lucanis interrupted, already anticipating where that question was headed. Might as well get it all out in the open now. “No, I haven't.”

“Huh. I mean, I had a hunch, but I didn't want to assume either way.” Then, under his breath, he muttered to himself, “The universe is trying to teach me a lesson for calling him woo-less, isn't it?”

Lucanis furrowed his brow at him.

“What?” he asked, utterly confused.

“Nothing, my dear.” Zevran waved off his concern. “Just reminiscing.”

As if that helped ease Lucanis's anxiety about sharing this information in the slightest.

“This isn't going to be a problem, is it?”

“Of course not,” Zevran said. “A change of pace? Most certainly, but a problem? Not at all.” When Lucanis responded by wrapping his arms around Zevran's waist, Zevran settled his arms around his neck, both of them resting their foreheads against one another. “I told you that whatever happens next is up to you. If you don't want to have sex, then we won't have sex. If you decide that you do want to explore sex with me, then we'll take it at your pace.”

He made it sound so simple, but the fact that he was willing to let Lucanis take the lead on this was more encouraging than he would ever know.

“Thank you.” Lucanis tightened his hold on him. “For being so understanding. It means a lot, truly.”

“Don't mention it.”

Zevran teased his fingers through his hair, Lucanis melting into his embrace.

“I'm serious,” Lucanis said.

“So am I,” Zevran joked. “I have a reputation to uphold, after all. I can't have people thinking that I'm being considerate of others’ feelings. Could you imagine?”

“Apologies. I didn't even consider the possibility of a fate so cruel.” Lucanis rolled his eyes, unable to keep his smile at bay. “Now, if you don't mind, I'm starving, and there are a bunch of gnocchi calling my name.”

Zevran chuckled when he dragged him along, Lucanis grabbing a fork to dig in.

The first bite, and every one after that, was nothing short of divine. The texture of the gnocchi was perfect, and the sauce was thick and luscious, both of which paired well with the sharp, savory flavors from the cheese.

All of that made better by the fact that Zevran cooked it especially for him.

Lucanis released an obscenely loud moan once he tasted it, not even bothering to muffle the sound as Zevran shushed him through a bout of laughter.

“Do you want the others to think that we're fooling around in the kitchen?” Zevran asked. “Because you making noises like that is not going to help our case at all, if they come barging in.”

“Let them,” Lucanis hummed through another bite. “Maker, a man after my own heart! I could kiss you right now, but—” He gestured towards the dish as a way of explanation, giving Zevran a playful wink. “—I'm a little busy at the moment.”

Shaking his head at him, Zevran placed his hand on his hips, watching in amusement.

“Are you at least going to save some for any of the others?”

“Not a chance.”

[halla-hunts-the-wolf]

BIoware, give us the Lucanis Man bun and my life is yours!!

[starrose17]

Fanfic: Post-end romance scene with Lucanis x male!elf Crow Rook

Also on AO3

Are You Happy?

At the Dellamorte estate, the warm Treviso summer air brought the smell of fresh fruit and sweet buns, caught on the breeze that fluttered the muslin curtains hanging across the open archways.

The clear blue sky shone through those archways, sunrays dancing across the open-floor bedroom and the large, elegant bed, piled with pillows and cushions decorated in fashionable Antivan patterns. But the silken sheets lay a little crumpled against the naked body that lay in the middle.

Rook was lying on his front, his skin warm in that late afternoon sun, head cradled in his arms as he watched with a gentle smile at his lover, his Lucanis. Lucanis was just as naked, standing by one of the archways looking out over the Treviso rooftops, absently listening to the busy voices indistinguishable from down below.

The war was over. The Gods were gone. Life was returning to normal, and Rook and Lucanis had returned to Treviso, to begin a life together neither of them had really expected to be able to start. Lucanis was now First Talon, head of the Dellamorte family, he had alot of responsiblity now.

But not today. Today was for them, today...hadn't really had much of anything happening outside of their bed.

"Lucanis?"

Lucanis smiled at the voice, and turned to look across at his beautiful elf, his safe heart, the one person in the world to give his body and soul to without question.

"Yes, my love?"

Rook gazed at him softly, "Are you happy?"

Lucanis had suffered more than anyone, his ordeal in the Ossuary, his torture and imprisonment, being blamed for failing to kill Ghilan'nain, Spite, so many things had happened to this one man in such a short space of time.

Rook hoped, beyond anything else, that there was perhaps for the first time peace in Lucanis' life now. And he hoped he had brought some of that peace.

At the question, Lucanis' trademark smirk grew on his lips, and he all but sauntered over to Rook, Rook watching with raised, curious eyebrows as Lucanis knelt down at the side of the bed so they were face to face.

Lucanis raised one hand to stroke down across a long bang of Rook's dark hair, from scalp to the tip that rested against his shoulder, and smiled.

"I want to cover your naked body in rose petals, and as I remove them one by one, to kiss every bit of skin they had rest upon. I want to massage your back with lavender oil, until any remaining memories of our fights with the Gods has gone from your mind, and all you can think of is my hands on your body. I want keep a locket of your silken hair on a band on my wrist, so i may feel my pulse resting against it, knowing my heart beats for you. But most of all, I want to have you beneath me, where i can make you reach the very peak of ecstasy, and then keep you there for as many hours as there are in a day. Only if all of that can happen, will I be truly happy."

Rook had stopped breathing, air caught in his throat as he stared helplessly at Lucanis, watching that smirk curl Lucanis' lips again just a little bit. Rook's mind had stopped, his lungs had stopped, everything had stopped but his heart that beat wildly in his chest.

"...oh....Lucanis..."

He all but moaned the name. He couldn't think, he could do nothing but gaze at Lucanis with the expression of a man desperately in love. "Well, I err," he tried again, clearing his throat and swallowing heavily, before his own smirk came back to life, and he nudged closer to the edge of the bed so his face was so very close to his lovers, "I'm sure we can fit all that in before dinner."

Lucanis' smile widened, and he closed the distance between them and captured Rook's lips, hot and hungry and passionate. He moved without breaking that kiss to climb on top of him, Rook rolling onto his back and wrapping his arms around Lucanis as their naked bodies melded together, heat and skin and soft sheets. Rook moaned deeply into the kiss, his hand in Lucanis' hair, his other running down his back. Over the scars. Over the history. Over the body he loved.

"Mmm..." Lucanis hummed into the kiss, "You taste better than coffee."

Rook let out a genuine chuckle, breaking the kiss and looking up at him with mock shock.

"Alright wow now I know you love me."

"Yes, savor those words, it is doubtful they will ever be muttered again."

"Mm, your love for coffee has been betrayed, it won't like that."

"I don't care what it likes, I like you more."

Rook grinned as Lucanis bent his head down for another kiss. Rook's lips parted to eagerly accept that wanting tongue, Lucanis licking against those lips and then sliding inside, perfect and delicious and making Rook's entire body melt into the mattress.

One of Lucanis' hands began to trail down Rook's body, making landfall at his cock, taking a hold of it gently and beginning to run his thumb up and down it firmly.

Rook sighed blissfully into their kiss.

"Oh I see, so we're starting with the ecstasy part first are we?"

"No, this is just a taste. The ecstasy will come later." Lucanis moved so his lips were right against Rook's ear, breath hot and filled with passionate promise, "As will you. Many times."

A deep, shivering tremble palpitated throughout Rook's entire body, his eyes rolling at the thought as his eyelids fluttered.

"Well..." he managed to croak out huskily, "I guess I am sleeping with the Boss." he pulled lightly at Lucanis' hair so he'd move away from his ear to be able look at him. His eyes trailed all over Lucanis' face, giving him a warm, beautiful smile.

"I'm yours."

Lucanis' smirk grew again, and his lips came to suck gently at the pulse point on Rook's neck.

"As I am yours."

[utilitycaster]

further updates in video game attempts!

first, thanks to everyone who suggested anti-motion sickness mitigation! I had motion blur and camera shake off already, but increasing the FOV and putting a central dot in both helped a lot. Some is still just getting accustomed to it but it's definitely lessened.

finally found a fight where keysmashing was insufficient and I died several times (champion essence fight in the crossroads) but I perservered (made Harding heal my stupid ass)

finally increased bond with neve (went to docktown). she still does not usually like my decisions but she doesn't NOT like them which we are counting for a win. this is all going to be in vain anyway bc I already know about the Big Choice and I am going to fucking tank my approval with her anyway but.

accidentally took bellara and not neve to rescue lucanis. this was not an issue bc lucanis is fucking great, I just wanted to do it for story reasons, and bellara was very helpful.

everyone in treviso and minrathous is like LET'S DO A RUN AND TALK. illario is a douche. I know some spoilers about him but that doesn't matter right now: what matters is he has a man bun and he wears his leathers undone halfway to the navel. peak fuckboy hours. Teia and Viago are great. Calivan has the world's most annoying voice but we murdered him. also Elgar'nan has an annoying voice.

flirting with bellara is great, you tell her she's smart and she gets flustered and apologizes for rambling and you tell her it's cute and she rambles more.

Matt Mercer is here and he is dressed like Orville Peck in pirate drag. it is perfect. no notes.

You can pet cats in minrathous, and also, you can pet dogs in minrathous. Frankly this is the main thing dock town has going for it, sorry Neve but I hate your city. why do i have to play chutes and ladders to fucking get anywhere.

[inqellvar]

i love lucanis but... holy shit illario?? man bun, hot voice and 75% chance of betraying the crows? don't mind if I do!

[calicostorms]

[ID: Digital colored artwork of Lucanis Dellamorte from midsection upwards. He is a tan skinned human man with long black hair partially held back in a bun. He is wearing a long blue collared shirt with crow skulls on each side and a darker blue vest atop it. Background is purple /END ID]

HELLOOOO SAILOR—

[merry-kuroo]

Half of me thinks Illario betrayed Lucanis and the other half doesn't think he did it. (The new Lucanis video that dropped today is fueling my doubt 😭)

Secret third option? Illario leaked Lucanis's whereabouts on the ship accidentally...he didn't mean to get him killed/captured. The emotion he showed in The Wake was real.

I don't know. I'm just in denial 😂😂 I gotta stop over analyzing what's been revealed so far and just wait for the game lol 😆

[erikacousland]

Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights. Reading notes, part 9

The Wigmaker Job by Courtney Woods

Made Dragon Age series up to a much higher level of fantasy!

Need more about Nug Queen.

In an unassuming inn, on an unassuming road, Lucanis Dellamorte sat with a whetstone in hand, his favorite sword resting across his knees. The monotonous movement of grinding stone against metal soothed him. Seven daggers of various size and shape lay polished and glistening on a rough wool blanket at his feet.

…

Lucanis glanced down at his ensemble. The jet leather greatcoat and black-on-black suit might have been conspicuous during the day, but for a night job, it was the tactical choice. He compared his outfit to his cousin’s high-collared, navy and gold tunic. It was something an Antivan thought a Vint would wear.

*

He’d heard the rumors. For all their secrets and intrigue, the Antivan Crows were a chatty bunch.

*

… Every city had its scent. Vyrantium’s was spiced meat mixed with wet laundry.

…

… Patches of brown grass, treaded and uncared for, encircled a statue of a scorched vhenadahl—an elven “tree of the people.” The real tree had burned down after a slave rebellion. The masters commissioned the current statue as a reminder of the price for rising against them. Somehow, Lucanis didn’t think it had the intended effect.

*

… The only source of light was from the torches of green veilfire nailed to the brick walls. …

*

Farther below was a chorus of street traffic. Minrathous was Tevinter’s capital, but Vyrantium was her sharp-dressed sister. Amid the sea of brightly colored tunics, stiletto heels clicked against cobblestone. Necks both fat and thin held up heavy, ornate headpieces with trailing gold-embroidered veils. Music from lyres and lutes wrestled for dominance as hawkers touted the latest fashions. Apparently, velveteen was in.

…

… No one looked up. One of the world’s greatest wonders is mundane to these people.

*

“Specifics, cousin. No one hires us to kill normal people.”

“I gave you a dossier.”

“Yes, but I want your assessment.”

“I wrote it. It is my assessment.”

“Humor me.”

*

Tevinter parties—especially thrown by the altus—were known for their excess. Lucanis still remembered the first gala he had attended in Minrathous. Rows and rows of tables had been overladen with jugs of wine and platters of food from all over Thedas. Retching vases were placed in corners for guests to relieve themselves if they overindulged. Prized slaves were brought out to perform. Acrobats tumbled overhead. Musicians played until their fingers blistered. While hunting his mark, Lucanis had opened the wrong door and walked into an orgy. Getting out of that had been interesting.

*

“Something’s wrong.”

“Yeah,” Illario agreed, zeroing in on a group of half-dressed revelers, “we’re up here, away from the fun.”

Lucanis snapped his fingers in front of his cousin’s face. “Focus.”

“I am.”

“On the job.”

*

He returned to the man’s side and reached for the irons around his wrists.

“What are you doing?” Illario whispered.

“Breaking their shackles.”

Illario stared. “That’s not the job.”

“Fuck the job.”

Need Lucanis in DA4 as a romanced companion!

*

… There were rumors of elven artifacts that strengthened the Veil and prevented demons from breaking through. …

*

“I’m sorry—did the contract ask for ‘a fate worse than death’? Usually, it’s just death.”

*

Ignorance is bliss, not innocence.

*

“Artists,” Zara bemoaned. “Always prioritizing their work over what really matters.”

…

Turning in the light, she noticed a faint stretch mark on her hip. Zara snapped at one of the slaves to extend her arm. She did so without hesitation. Reaching back, Zara removed a pointed hairpin from the bountiful bun at her neck. She handed it to the slave, who dutifully pierced her palm with the sharp tip. Squeezing her hand shut, the slave dripped blood onto her mistress’s hip. Zara murmured a quick spell. When the slave wiped her skin clean, the offending blemish was gone.

My, compare with her, Madame de Fer as plain as a humble spirit!