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THE MUSES FROM THIS BLOG HAVE BEEN MOVED TO @writtenmisfits
Independent RP blog for a couple of Rooks and some canons from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. written by jax
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I'm finding less and less time to manage a bunch of blogs, I've resigned myself to multis now anyway, so I'm gonna be moving the majority of my muses from here to my general fandom multi, which you can find here @writtenmisfits.
Muses I'm moving are gonna be all my Rooks, and for canons it'll be Lucanis, Emmrich, and Iron Bull.
If you're interested in keeping our Dragon Age stuff, you can find me over there.
I'm finding less and less time to manage a bunch of blogs, I've resigned myself to multis now anyway, so I'm gonna be moving the majority of my muses from here to my general fandom multi, which you can find here @writtenmisfits.
Muses I'm moving are gonna be all my Rooks, and for canons it'll be Lucanis, Emmrich, and Iron Bull.
If you're interested in keeping our Dragon Age stuff, you can find me over there.
Smut Dialogue Prompts That Make Me Feral
1. “Let me see those eyes.”
2. “Open your mouth for me.”
3. “Please kiss me.”
4. “Use your words.”
5. “Tell me what you want.”
6. “You look so good beneath me.”
7. “You can take it.”
8. “I can take it.”
9. “You take me so well.”
10. “Spread your legs wider.”
11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”
12. “Keep your eyes on me.”
13. “Touch yourself.”
14. “Do you want my fingers?”
15. “I can’t get enough of you.”
16. “You taste so good.”
17. “Hands behind your back.”
18. “Swallow.”
19. “You are doing so well.”
20. “Breathe through your nose.”
21. “Don’t hold back.”
22. “Show me how much you need me.”
23. “Say my name.”
24. “You can do better than that.”
25. “Does that feel good?”
26. “I want you to ruin me.”
27. “Do you think you deserve this?”
28. “I want to have my way with you.”
29. “Touch me there. Right there.”
30. “I will never get enough of you.”
"Feel good?" Emmrich tutted with a pleased smile, genuinely glad to know Spite approved of the development between him and Lucanis. "Perhaps we should leave any further feeling until Lucanis has fully recovered," he replied, entirely unbothered by the demon's outburst.
His hand slid gently down from Lucanis’ chest to rest on his lap. With a soft murmur of incantation, a green spectral flame flickered to life in his other palm. He held it close to the wound, the gentle glow casting green shadows across the room. It wouldn’t fully heal the injury, but it would, he hoped, speed up the recovery process.
"At the very least," Emmrich continued, his voice calm, "this should ease the pain enough for you to rest soundly."
Absentmindedly, his gloved hand traced slow, comforting circles on Lucanis’ lap, the motion unintentional, his focus solely on the task of healing.
When Lucanis asked him to stay, Emmrich’s eyes flickered up, a touch of surprise in his gaze. Not because he didn’t understand the desire to be close—he understood that all too well—but because the reality of Lucanis’ small cot left certain logistical challenges. His eyes darted from the assassin to the cot beneath them and back again.
"I, hmm," he hesitated, his mind in a rapid fire internal debate. His back was unlikely to be pleased with this decision, but logic took a back seat to the warmth of the moment. "I suppose suggesting that we return to my home in Nevarra for a more comfortable rest is out of the question, given your injury."
Satisfied that the flame had served its purpose, Emmrich extinguished it with a flick of his fingers and began reapplying the bandages with careful precision.
"Are you quite sure you wish to share this bed with me? Please don’t think I don’t want to lie with you—because I dearly do." He met Lucanis’ eyes, holding the bandage in place. "I’m simply concerned for your comfort."
Lucanis still wasn't sure how to take the way Emmrich reacted to Spite, and he didn't think the demon was ever sure how to take it either. Though, knowing that the necromancer had a certain level of comfort when it came to his demon's antics did alleviate a lot of worry about their relationship furthering.
Mierda, slow down, Lucanis, you've only just kissed the man...
Truthfully, the kiss had been the culmination of a long, slow burning need that had built up in the Crow the more he'd been around the necromancer. Emmrich was often the one patching his wounds after a battle, and he had an amazing knack for keeping Spite calm and focused. Emmrich was even willing to keep the demon occupied with books so that Lucanis could sleep...
He wasn't sure just when he'd fallen so hard for the Mortalitasi (a death mage, what would Catarina say?) but he had, and it seemed as though Emmrich returned the sentiment...
The Crow's eyes fell down to look at the hand now resting on his lap, and when he saw the soft glow and felt the cool tingling of Emmrich's healing magic against his chest, Lucanis closed his eyes and had to take in a deep and let it out slowly to keep himself from pulling the necromancer in for another kiss. Especially with the way his fingers traced circles against his thigh.
What in the world had gotten into him?
When the mage removed his hand to begin wrapping him back up, he mourned the loss of contact there but his side was already feeling better, pain fading to a dull ache easily ignored. He finally looked back up to Emmrich when the mage brought up the matter of the logistics of how he could stay the night there with him.
The small cot truly wasn't an issue for Lucanis. Though he'd grown up in one of the more noble Houses of the Crows that afford him a certain amount of luxury, that didn't mean he was a stranger to giving up comforts of said status. There were many a job where he'd have to hole himself up in a small, cramped space for hours upon hours waiting for the right moment to strike a target.
However, he didn't know what sort of comforts the Professor was used to, not familiar at all with where or how the Nevarran slept.
"I'm small, I can lay close to you..." Lucanis said, almost so casually, before a small flush hit his cheeks and he cast his eyes down before stuttering out, "I-if you don't mind, I... I just don't want to be without you right now..."
I'm gonna make this reply short...
He appreciated, too, the lack of continued comment on their drinks. Meant Lucanis wasn't in the habit of being petty; Maker, near on every Tevinter noble and half the gangs could learn from that alone. Tarquin did wonder in the back of his mind how different coffee tasted here compared to Antiva. Did they brew it any differently? Well, the Minrathous method either wasn't too bad, or the Crow was exercising more of those House manners.
Of more importance was why they were meeting. Coffee talk could wait.
"Might be." The lingering intent focus in Tarquin's eyes belied his casual words. "Wouldn't say no if you decided to stay and help. But if we're going to find the ones aiming for Treviso first, our window's not that big. A week at most."
Tarquin figured hunting them before they could escape and threaten Lucanis' home would be the best way to start, rather than stringing the man along with promises of 'soon'. And if that was as far as their cooperation went, no harm - he could always talk tactics with Ashur.
It was definitely the House manners. While the coffee wasn't terrible, he now understood a little more why Neve treated the drink the way she did. There was clearly no real care in the way the cup was made, it was just another thing to drink in the fast pace of the streets of Minrathous.
Treviso was more patient.
His ears perked up at the mention of his city, and he set his cup down, spinning it with the tips of his gloved fingers as he spoke, watching the cup turn.
"Rook is busy with tracking down a lead on a Warden, and I have been feeling rather restless cooped up in the Lighthouse..." He and Spite both, in truth. Though he didn't bring up the demon in casual company, he was certain Tarquin knew by now about Spite, if Neve hadn't already told him.
He looked up at Tarquin then and gave a small nod, sipping from his coffee once again before setting it back down, never letting it be seen on his face how the burnt flavor offends his senses.
"I'll help, but you'll owe me. Not the Shadow Dragons owing the Crows. You owe me. Is that a deal?" His question was as much a test for the other man as Tarquin had been testing him with the coffee and hot chocolate. What was he willing to do for the Crow's help? Could he separate himself from his faction? Lucanis was curious, and patiently awaited the answers.
@fadedmisfits | liked for a starter (for Lucanis)
"A Crow?" he inquired, his gaze lingering on the Antivan’s attire. The corvid embellishments weren’t exactly subtle, but then, Gale supposed subtlety wasn’t always a Crow’s priority. Sometimes, being effective was enough.
Back in the Magisterium, Gale had often overheard whispers among his peers—quiet, nervous talk of contracts being placed. The word contract alone could drain the colour from a mage’s face. There were a few he knew well enough to think it wouldn’t be surprising if someone wanted them dead.
Now, as Lucanis stood before him, unarmed and seemingly relaxed, Gale figured it was nothing more than a chance encounter in the crowded Antivan marketplace. And yet, with Crows, certainty was a luxury.
"Is it that obvious?" Lucanis asked with a wide smirk gracing his lips. The black, oily feather motif that many Crow embellished their attire with was in some ways designed to draw attention. Attention when the Crows wanted it, or weren't bothered with practicing subtlety.
He also happened to be in Antiva, in Treviso, where the Crows ruled the city and didn't have to bother with subtlety.
And as a mage from Tevinter, the stranger stuck out like a sore thumb in the market of assassins and merchants.
"I can only assume that Neve did not tell you she was working with a Crow. But can you blame her? Would you have come if you'd known?" Lucanis asked, then nodded towards the mage, his eye darting a moment to the bandaged hand he was trying to hide with the sleave of his robes before falling back on his face.
"Walk with me, there are eyes and ears everywhere." Lucanis said, gesturing with his head to follow as he placed his hands behind his back.
"Smells like... Blight and Regret."
He ignored the words his demon spoke into his ear, eyes glancing to the mage a moment to see if he'd react. Emmrich had been able to see Spite, though Neve and Bellara could not, so he'd wondered which way this mage would go.
Astarion curls into Lucanis' side, his head moving to rest against his chest to hear his heart beat thudding in his ear. It's as much of a comfort as the hand on his hip.
He's never been much of a cuddlier. Until now, apparently. There's something about it that just feels right with Lucanis.
The question doesn't come as a surprise when he thinks Lucanis knows just how many times he had to fake his pleasure. But it is not often he is brought to orgasm, it is not often that he enjoys sex that much.
In fact, he can't remember the last time he enjoyed something so wonderful, so intense, that he still feels his thighs twitching and trembling as he recovers from his post orgasm haze.
"Of course, darling. I'm not in the habit of forcing myself to enjoy sex, not anymore. Don't worry, I enjoyed myself quite a lot."
There's a relieved sigh that passes from Lucanis' lips at Astarion's words, and he let's a light chuckle of nervous release pass from his lips as he looks down at the small sliver of sheets between them.
"Good. I am just making sure... it has been a long time since I've shared my bed with someone." The quiet admission is almost hard for him to say, and he does not lift his eyes to look at the other Crow.
"A long time..."
There is a small amount of shame that comes to him personally with his sex life, with his inexperience. Crows are purported to be fast and loose with love in all those popular romantic adventure serials all over the North (he's admittedly a fan of them himself), but Lucanis only matches the stereotype on the surface. An act more than anything, he's kept his heart guarded and his bed bare since his young heartbreak.
Until Astarion...
"I am glad you enjoyed it..." Lucanis finally speaks again, looking up to meet Astarion's gaze with an adoring smile on his lips and in his eyes. His hands raises up to brush lightly through Astarion's hair again before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. "...I know I did."
If I'm quiet over here it's 'cause I'm over on my other multi getting things started there, I'll be jumping between there and over here today work on stuff for Emmrich, Lucanis, and Shan, but I'll be around.
If you wanna follow me there, it's @writtenmisfits
Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.
Also, I'll add her to the blog eventually but not right now, but here is my Inquisitor Ellana Lavallen going for my Solas romance...
Softly launching my general multimuse that has a bunch of my other fandoms on it, mostly it'll be active with BG3 and Hellaverse muses, but there's others that I love to write from smaller/deader fandoms.
Find it here @writtenmisfits
Updated the rules on my pin, made them more concise and simple, might add some more things in the future but I think this sums it up well
Don't be a dick
Mun does not equal muse.
Mun is a 40 year old elder millenial queer (they/them) with 0 tolerance for bigots and content police.
Call out culture, antis, and purity culture are not welcome here
Triggering content will be written, I will try to tag it the best I can
Smut will not be under a read more unless the other writer prefers read mores, it will all be tagged nsfw or nsfw ish
Muses are sporadic and subject to change
Activity can be selective, please be patient and realize I write with the flow of the muse
If you have issue with me or my mains, please just block and move on. I do not support drama, I do not support legitimately harmful people, and I do not support witch hunts for written content.
Anon hate? Nah fuck that. Here's some anon love. Your writing is so good, I love how you nailed each character from Lucanis to Emmrich and I'm loving what I've seen of Shan so far.
laskjdsdkdlfj THANK YOU NONNY THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME
although I haven't gotten any myself, I'm tired of seeing it happen to my moots, especially over something as ridiculous as written content. I'm a firm believer in if you don't like something, block and move on.
made this last night feel free to use it if a douche canoe is coming at you or your friends and moots on anon
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Shan had been surprised when they had gone to rescue the Crow that they'd end up with two new members of the team, though it didn't seem as though they wanted to work together. In fact, Spite is flat out volatile, violent, a danger to his host...
Shan feels an immense amount of pitty for the poor demon... spirit, he remembers... and for Lucanis both. Neither of them deserve this unwanted pairing, neither deserve the year of torment and torture it took to make them like this...
So when Lucanis wants company, he doesn't turn that down, accepting in a heart beat the second invitation to the cafe in Treviso. Partly to keep an eye (or, rather, Concern's 'eye') on him, but partly to let the Crow know he isn't alone, he has someone there who might be more sympathetic to his situation than most... Spirits and 'demons' are, after all, his specialty.
Besides, he likes the assassin's company... and his coffee. Though at the moment, they sit quietly at Lucanis' favorite cafe in Treviso, looking out over the canals as the stars begin to shimmer along the rippling water like spirits twinkling in the void. He might not see it the way Lucanis does, but his magical senses are enough for him to sense the beauty of it all.
Shan also can't see the eyes of others in the cafe and on the street staring at him, but he can feel them as well. He knows the stares are there. He's gotten used to it by now. His appearance wasn't so unusual in the Grand Necropolis, but those outside the Mourn Watch, he's learned, aren't always so accepting of such individual expression.
Though, he doesn't really care. Right now, he just cares about the Crow before him, and Lucanis has never seemed bothered by Shan's looks. Concern settles itself on a perch above the two of them in the rafters, keeping watch on the pair.
"You're awfully quiet..." Shan says, facing Lucanis though his clouded eyes of course don't focus, like two teal orbs floating against black sclera. He's never considered that some might find his eyes unsettling, no one in the Necropolis ever has, but after venturing out into the world, he refused to conform to anyone's standards or expectations but his own.
"Something on your mind?"
