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[jenn2d2]

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Shadow Dragon Week 2026

Illario Week 2026

Notes: Starting small, I'll add more here as I create the other pages.

[jenn2d2]

Illario Week 2026 - Day 6, Joy

A Joy Shared

Summary: Illario is about to enjoy a beautiful sunset when he is interrupted by his young niece on an important mission.

Read on AO3 or below (752 words.)

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A small tug at his hip was all that announced to Illario that his niece had decided to join him on the balcony. Like her mother Rook, she was unnaturally quiet, a skill even more remarkable in an estate full of people renowned for their ability to notice the smallest sounds. It was early evening, and the sun hung over the bay beyond the canals in a soft orange and pink that would soon fade to purples and blues. Looking down, he found big, round, solemn lavender eyes looking back into his own.

"That is a very serious face, my heart," he gave her a smile and tousled her black hair, thick and straight, just like her father's. "What is there today to be so thoughtful about?"

"Tio Spite said I should come find you," she said, slipping a small hand into his own, hers bare against his leather gloves. He supposed she was probably used to that, with the many Crows in her life who wore gloves even at home as a precaution and habit. The bustle of the house below told him her likely errand, but he remembered being six and being trusted to deliver very important information to an adult, and he knew his role.

"Oh, and what did the esteemed spirit want of me? Some recommendations on the purchase of his next cloak? Advice on how to best polish his shoes?"

"No," Viola shook her head, giving his hand a squeeze and pulling him back into the house. "He doesn't get to wear them. Papa is the one who wears them."

"That is true, and Lucanis could still use my assistance, but that is neither here nor there," Illario laughed, and allowed himself to be tugged along towards the hallway. "Then perhaps the First Talon needs me to play a song to help him sleep? He could use some rest, he works very hard."

"Your songs are too exciting to sleep through!" Viola stopped and scrunched her nose at him. "Mama says we're only allowed to ask you before dinner. Because of the bedspread last time."

"Your mother is probably right," Illario gave her a serious nod, and started down the stairs. "I don't think the maids like it when things get burned during exciting stories. Even if we did not mean to, and magic is difficult at your age. That has sadly not changed since I was a boy."

"But that does not answer the question, little flower," Illario smiled as they rounded the corner towards the family apartments, and stopped to face her, crouching down so they were eye level. "What important news do you have for me that could not wait until the sun had set? Did Viago finally decide to stage a coup?"

"Tio Illario!" Viola stomped her little foot, looking every inch like a very tiny Dellamorte matriarch. "You are doing it all wrong! You have to let me tell you!"

"My apologies, my treasure," Illario gave her a smile and a nod as he could hear a bustle of activity in the apartments beyond. "You are correct. I am ruining your very important errand. Come, tell me what you have to share and I promise I will listen most carefully."

"I get to be a sister!" Viola smiled wide, the joy radiating out of her face piercing Illario straight through the heart. His too serious niece, like her too serious father, was just as transformed by this bit of overwhelming happiness. Her face so much like a small Lucanis that for a moment he could feel his own feelings tangle with hers , just as warm and uncomplicated. "Twice!"

"Twice?" Illario squinted theatrically at Viola, and took both of her hands in his as she practically vibrated in excitement. "How does that work? Does that mean I am thrice an uncle? Or Viago is three times as much of a grumpy old man?"

"It means that you will be late to meet the newest members of your family if you spend any more time loitering in the hallway, Dellamorte," Viago drawled from further down the hallway. "You take too much time and I may have to claim them for my House."

"Well we can't have that," Illario stood smoothly and gave Viago a wink he knew would infuriate the man, then looked back down. "Alright, Viola. How about you take me in to introduce me to our new family. We can make sure to tell them all of the best of our stories."

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[woundedsoul12]

Illario Week Day 6: Despair/Joy

@handsignals and I made a pact to do something for this week. So anyway here is something

Featuring Brick Mercar x Lustania de Riva @lustaniasaxon

Illario is not having a good time 🤓

Thanks for hosting @illarioappreciation

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Brick's fingers lingered on the top button of his pressed shirt as he listened to the heated conversation in the next room. Lustania's voice was growing louder, accent thicker by the second as a string of curses flew in Antivan.

Illario, again.

Brick sighed as his arms fell to his sides, fists clenched as if to hold himself back from a punch he could not throw. It was always that damn Crow making his princess so upset. And he swore to the Maker if the man wasn't so well connected, he would take care of the problem himself- permanently.

"Venhedis," he muttered under his breath as he left his tie forgotten on the nightstand. One night, he just wanted one night with his baby girl to show her a good time. It was like Illario had a radar for ruining their plans.

He didn't say a word as he marched into his spacious living room. He was all scowl and restrained fire as he plucked the phone from Lust's hands before she could react. She could hate him, scream at him, throw hands if she wanted. But by the blood of Andraste, it was going to be at him she raged at and not her good for nothing ex.

"Lustania has to go now," he calmly spoke into the receiver as he heard something on the other end that sounded like a protest. Not that Illario got to finish before Brick hit end call and tossed phone on the couch.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Lust turned around with eyes wide in anger and a sneer that would terrify most men.

Though Brick Mercar wasn't most men, and he found her fury his favorite form of foreplay.

"Taking care of my princess, Princess," he replied with his most devilish of grins. What came next was predictable, and only excited him further when he side stepped her wild punch as she stumbled forward in surprise at his quick move.

He caught her easily around the middle, his years of training kicking in as he pinned her arms down before she could make any sort of counter. She yowled when he caged her, his chest to her back as his large hands held her firm. There were more swears in Antivan, her feet kicking out as she thrashed like she could actually win this fight. It was adorable really, seeing her try so desperately in her little red dress and heels.

He would never hurt her, not really. No she was his whole heart, his baby girl. But right now, she needed this.

"Let me go! Por la sangre, I will stab you! In your sleep! I know where you live, Brick Mercar…" she spat as if he hadn't moved into his highrise with him just three short months ago.

"Now, Baby Girl," he chuckled low against her shoulder as he turned his head just a fraction. His lips sought bare skin, grazing her neck as he added, "You can't go making promises like that before dinner. Not if you want us to make it out of here on time."

[woundedsoul12]

Hell or Rolling Smoke

Written for @jenn2d2 after she gave me a funny idea in the chat

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I have really struggled to do anything lately especially write so anyway have some Food Truck AU.

As always Food Truck AU is the brainchild of the amazing @davrinsleftpectoral

Riley sat stretched out across the oversized couch in his and Gladius' living room. His arm was drapped casually over the back, beer dangling precariously from his fingers as he watched the Tevinter Tigers take on the Orlesian Lions in a home game.

"Hey, Big Guy," his husband called from the kitchen. Glad's tone was a pitch higher than normal, a question hidden there that made Riley's eyebrow raise. Most others would have missed it, but he wasn't married for this many years without picking up on such things. He was being summoned, even if it wasn't directly.

Venhedis, game wasn't worth a shit anyway. He might as well get up and see what the commotion was all about.

"Everything alright?" He tried to keep his voice even though he crossed the room in three long strides. There were no burning smells coming from the nug loin in the oven, and surely the potatoes weren't giving Glad that much trouble.

"Oh, dinner is fine-" Gladius assured as Riley entered the room. He was standing behind the island with his phone in his hand, and Riley loved how his husband knew his line of thinking, even without him saying anything aloud. He swore they shared the same brain cell- most days.

"Then what is it, Mercar?" he asked with only a slight clip to his words as Glad finally looked up from his screen with a lopsided grin.

"Well I just got a text from Chief Ashur- you know from the fire department? Said he knew your phone would be dead so he messaged me."

Riley wouldn't address the comment about his phone. It was…somewhere. Probably on the bed, and more than likely was in fact- dead.

"Of course I know who you're talking about. Feel like we see those guys more than our own families," he huffed as he slipped the phone from Gladius' grip.

It had been…a few months since they had actually needed the fire department guys. Though he swore they got called at least once a week on false alarms to the food truck. It wasn't their fault not everyone was familiar with Burnin Down the Docks and their BBQ.

Not that the boys in uniform ever seemed to mind. They always got sent away with a free plate of food or two for the trouble.

He scanned the messages as he read them, a deep hum rumbling from his chest before he turned to meet Glad's gaze.

"So they are having a fundraiser? And they actually want us to participate?"

"It's their annual chili cook off," Gladius corrected with an affectionate pat to Riley's cheek. Maker could that man's smile ease all his tension, even when Glad added, "They want you to be a judge, and us to bring the truck. He asks we split profits with the department, which I think would be great. Brings us business and promotion, helps the guys…"

Glad continued to drone on but Riley wasn't really listening. The details didn't matter, not when his husband had that excited gleam in his eye.

If Gladius wanted this, then he wanted it. And by the Maker it would happen- come hell or rolling smoke.

[jenn2d2]

I love everything about this, but especially that Gladius reassures about dinner first, before anything. No fire!

This time.

[illarioappreciation]

Illario Week: Day 3 - Masked/Exposed

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[emmi4793]

Illario week, day 3: masked/exposed

@illarioappreciation @lustaniasaxon

I chose exposed for this and did the iconic scene of Illario being brought to his knees.

[idkitsartman]

This is very stupid but it’s genuinely what I think about every time I consider skipping dinner after work

Edit: legit did not realize that senshis fighting for his life in the sexyman polls but I’m very happy to be spreading pro senshi propaganda

[reckoning1187]

He’s done 🥹

This was my “final exam” piece for my art course too. ^^

[ashyth-art]

Puppy Eyes of Vyrantium

[asofteredge]

hey everyone, just curious:

what is everyone's criteria for blocking people?

[jenn2d2]

Illario Week Day 6 - Drowned in Despair

Cousin— Zara is dead. Perhaps you know that. When that demon took over—I wasn't sure what you might remember afterward. So know she is dead and our vengeance is taken.

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[sandcastlekings]

Shadow Dragon Week - Day 6: Alt Prompt - Magic

Finishing up my Shadow Dragon portraits with my other favorite ice mage, Neve!

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[jenn2d2]

I love her!

[malwa1216]

Dellamorte Amore

[tarasmom]

The Keeping and Care of Feldspar, Mina's Pet Rock

(and maybe baby Titan)

featuring @lemondelighted's Dasha and the Feldspar edit by @blackwall-my-tiny-husband

Hi hi hi Dasha doll <3

Feldspar showed me the contract he got? He was humming and vibrating so hard he fell off the dash of the van (it took me like 15 minutes to get him out from under the seat). If you're gonna be his co-star, I kinda need to ask a favor of you.

I can't come on the tour. (Something about like losing your passport and then trying to cross the border with a van full of elfroot - Gigi is still trying to clear it up, but right now I'm labeled as an "accessory to the cartel" in the Anderfels and "wanted for excessive property damage" in Tevinter.)

And due to Feldspar's lack of thumbs, he's not great at taking care of himself (relatable).

So can you take care of him?

You can text me any time or email or call or find me in my dreams or tell Feldspar to text me. I promise to do my best not to lose my phone this time!

(If I do ask Gigi, she always gets the new number first)

But yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh you have to take good care of him! He can't lay down the sickest beats if he isn't at his finest.

Feldspar doesn't have a primary care physician or veterinarian. Instead, if you think he's looking sick, please send a letter to the Shaperate of Orzammar. They've never written me back, buuut nobody would know rocks better than them! He's also never been sick.

If one of his eyes falls off, that's okay! You can draw a new one on with charcoal or use gurgut glue to put on a new googly eye.

Do not use other kinds of glue! They make him hum sadly.

He needs a nap. Even when he acts like he doesn't. If he's gonna be up all night in da club, he needs a nap. Roughly 2 hours.

For optimal napping, Feldspar should be put into his box with the lid closed.

Ignore him if he tries to open the box. If he manages it, put him back in and put something on top (I like a potted plant, but a book or vinyl would work, I guess?)

If he seems sad (not trilling or vibrating or making pretty colors for multiple days in a row, but instead just very sad-sounding chirps)

Give him a brownie! He loves the smell of them. He doesn't eat them tho.

Do not give him an elfroot brownie - not unless you want him to upstage you

Give him to Turvi - he loves Turvi <3

Food! Feldspar doesn't eat. But he likes to have a place at the table and be with y'all.

Fomo king

Drink! Feldspar doesn't drink! Do not give him alcohol (I'm not sure how old he is because he's a rock, but he doesn't do well with alcohol).

Baths!

Feldspar enjoys the occasional spa day. It's okay for him to take a dip in mineral water or sulfuric baths or fresh water.

He does not like salt water.

He loves a dry bath of rolling around in the sand.

Be ready to glue his eyes back on :)

He needs to go outside and touch grass at least once a day. If in a big city, touching a tree also works.

Do not let him play "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" or any remixes of it

He gets too excited, and last time he fell off the counter and chipped his head :(

Cuddles!

He loves cuddling. Put him in your pocket or whatever and spend all day with him, and he'll be so happy. Best way to spend his day. Generally, I just throw him on me and go about my day.

Thank you, Dasha <3 He's so excited to collab with you.

[tarasmom]

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[flowersforthemachines]

Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 454

All in-game romances will typically save the love confession for the end-game, after Rook is rescued from the Regret Prison.

However, there is one exception where a companion can confess their love much earlier. When Harding and elven Rook discusses her feelings on Solas's role in the war with the Titans after watching his memories, she can re-affirm she loves Rook no matter what happened in the past.

Dialogue choice: They should've known. Rook: The ancient elves should've been more careful. I'd be angry too. Even at me. A little. Harding: Rook, I'm not angry at you at all. I love you. Harding: No ancient hurt is strong enough to touch that.

Alternatively:

Dialogue choice: I don't know. Rook: I don't know what they could've done differently, or if there was any way for them to know. Rook: As an elf, I wish I could help. Harding: It's not fair to you. I shouldn't expect you to speak for them. You're not the ancient elves and I'm not the Titans. Rook: You are a little bit Titan. Harding: But no matter what happened in Solas's time, we're here together, and I love you. Harding: No ancient hurt is strong enough to touch that.

Check out the tag for more useless facts: #useless davg fact of the day!

[surnumanaja]

sort of a continuation of camouflage

i remembered that viper’s hat had flowers and that would make a cute midsummers piece. shh don’t look at the calendar

[melody-loka]

Shadow Dragon Week - Maevaris

Here comes another queen UwU 🫶👑