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@kabsey
charmed by the scene where Lucanis complains about Neve's coffee in her office from the perspective of a nevemancing run because it essentially goes like
rook: chaos in minrathous, you say?😏 sounds fun 😏😏 though everything is fun with you 😏😏😏
neve: is it now 😏😏😏😏
lucanis: this coffee tastes like ass I've GOTTA make viago try it
Toil and Trouble
For @woundedsoul12 and @handsignals
Inspired by Beasty's Micfrofic May.
Version without the text under the cut.
Hi, how about #6 for the Rook story time prompts?
Whooo, this took me a while, but thanks a lot for the prompt, it was much appreciated! 🥰
6. A time Rook was severely injured.
I apologise if this didn't turn out exactly the way you might have thought... but I guarantee you, there is some severe suffering involved! 😂
A gift from the Wetlands
“I… I really don’t feel good. It’s… bad, isn’t it?”
A rasping voice, a wet cough. A trembling hand rested on a heaving chest.
A LOST POEM Translated from Qunlat
Slow blink, seems to say... I'm going to eat you, little fish! Purr, soft soothing friend.
in truth, for the chance to be by your side I would storm the Dark City itself.
Team HairCare and their brood
I love them so so much.
A good chunk of my heart belongs to this little Rook x Rook family, in a world where @kabsey ‘s Ilene is Rook, @blackwall-my-tiny-husband Zalan and my Lilya get to live happily ever after with her three children from her previous marriage (Xavier, Adan and Miri), and their little miracle baby, Mireya (Mimi).
Thank you so much @blackwall-my-tiny-husband for taking the time to colour these in for me! I love them so so much and seeing them come to life means so very much to meeeee 🙏❤️
resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 : 𝑻𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵'𝘴 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦
The Meeting
Takes place right after The Day Part 2.
IT IS HAPPENING @woundedsoul12
For Mafia AU Masterpost go here.
Lydia got up from the armchair and stretched. She wasn't supposed to work today at Anders' clinic, but she was asked to cover for a psychiatrist who had a family emergency. She knew that at the end of the month, the clinic had a tight budget, so she often agreed to work pro bono. Especially that Fridays were a free walk-in day for youths.
The Wedding Part 2
Takes place after The Wedding Part 1
In which Ilene has snuck in during the Mercar/Dellamorte wedding and found Riley alone and in a not so festive mood
Tag the harem @sorcerousadventurer @jenn2d2 @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @davrinsleftpectoral @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @serensama @kabsey @lycheecatee @mushrooms-x-moss @redaresss @hedwigoprah @sunny374940 @tarasmom @handsignals @zennihilation @chaosherald
Riley shouldn't be doing this. He was walking down the aisle in just a few hours. It was the alliance of a lifetime- Crows and Dragons, what a deadly combination.
And yet the whiskey burned in veins as he crushed Ilene beneath him against the wall. His head was buzzing, vision blurring. Almost enough that if he squinted just right, he could imagine blonde curls tucked behind the point of her ears.
"I thought you were supposed to be getting married, Mercar?"
The words were like a slap to the face as she sneered up at him. Viago and his fucking attack dogs, though this one barked much louder than she could bite.
Maker, he missed Gemma. Her smile, her soft touch, the way she could ground him when nothing else could. But she was gone, leaving him to face this cruel world without her at his side. Like the silver band in his breast pocket, the one Gladius gave him a lifetime ago. That wedding had been small, simple, full of love. Nothing like this sham he was forced to endure.
But if he had to go through with this shit, he might as well take what little comfort he could.
He grabbed Ilene's face roughly, her cheeks pinched easily between his thumb his finger as his other hand slid to angle her head back with an iron grip in her hair. She was tiny compared to his bulk, and her gasp only fueled his fury as he leaned close enough to inhaled her excitement tinged with fear.
"I am getting married, de Riva," he growled against her mouth as his lips ghosted hers. There was no softness in his eyes, just feral anger as her felt anticipation shiver across her skin like cold dread. "And you are supposed to be off limits. Guess we both have to play this one close, yeah?"
WIP Wednesday
I wasn’t tagged or anything, and I’m not entirely sure if this is a WIP or just a random snippet that misfired in my brain. It is Wednesday though (at least I’m pretty sure it is), so have some Rookanis makeouts.
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Lucanis felt both outside of himself and deeply, viscerally present. The smell of her skin, the taste of her lips… she had awakened a part of him that he had rarely acknowledged, content to let it hibernate through the long winter of isolation and duty. But now, with her, the first buds of spring pushed up through the soil beneath his skin and wound grasping tendrils of pleasure around the trellis of his bones. He wanted to consume her… to claim her… to climb inside her…
He wanted…
He wanted.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914 Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company.
It is an hundred years hence now. Go open your doors.
She is very lonely
A couple of Ossuary Lucanis doodles plus 1 Post VG Lucanis and Rook. I'm pretty sure the second he starts getting actual sleep nightmares would not be uncommon, at least early on.
(Also I tried to add Spite to the Post VG sketch somehow but nothing was working for me.)
I got these up before 1am be proud of me.
WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tags @grad-writes and @doctormur !!!
I did write a smidgen for Dr, Who? But thought this might be something different to share ^_^ (excuse the dodgy photos of the Cintiq, it's easier to send progress shots to friends from my phone heheh)
Here is my sketch for a scene for AWWF. I really don’t know what I’m gonna do with Illario’s face… or his armour. But wish me luck.
And I dunno if this qualifies as WIP because it’s actually done. Well, this part is anyways. And @blackwall-my-tiny-husband was kind enough to colour it in for me again 😭😭
Papa Zalan with baby Mimi (Mireya, in both Healer!AU and Ribbonverse). I have to laugh at myself because I didn’t even realise I had started using an 8pt mechanical pencil to draw the baby— I was just sitting there asking myself why it looked so different 😅 (I still not only mix up layers but tools as well lols hahaha)
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Ilene Meets Lilya's Daughter
Another bit from the Healer Lilya AU: Lilya (who belongs to @serensama) is a widowed healer living in the Treviso alienage with her three children. She and Zalan (Ilene's mutually proclaimed sibling, who is still a Crow and belongs to @blackwall-my-tiny-husband) fall in love. Ilene eventually becomes Rook.
Previously written bits (in order): Lilya meets Zalan by @serensama This story Ilene meets Lilya Dragon attack Feldspar babysits by @blackwall-my-tiny-husband
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Once Ilene was good and sure she'd lost her Antaam fan club, she crossed the rooftops in the direction of her planned escape route through the alienage. Viago had recently ordered her to step up her campaign of harassment and sabotage against the invaders—"a mission uniquely suited to her talent for making a nuisance of herself," as he'd put it.
He wasn't wrong (not that she'd ever tell him that). Tainting supplies and ruining batches of gaatlok were child's play to her, and a taunting game of cat and mouse left the Antaam patrols distracted and overextended. She always let them catch just enough of a glimpse that they knew she was a Crow, but they had no clue which House she belonged to. And the Butcher wasn't stupid enough to launch a retaliation campaign against the Crows as a whole.
With a final leap from the overhang of a bakery, she alighted on the outer wall of the alienage and then quickly dropped out of sight into its shadow. She pulled free the beaked mask she worse and took a grateful breath of the clean night air. With deliberate care, she tucked it carefully into her satchel—it not only concealed her features and freckles but also contained a rudimentary filtering system she'd designed in the lab with Carina and Hugo's help. If the Antaam tried to deploy qamek against her, it would hold off the worst effects long enough for her to escape, and it meant she could use some of the more noxious compounds of her own arsenal.
Once the mask was secure, she pulled off her cape and reversed it. The iridescent Crow feathers disappeared, and once she retied it, only homespun wool of a kind any elf would wear could be seen. She always chose her hour of escape carefully—too late for the drunkards, too early for the bakers—but it didn't hurt to be cautious. Groups of Crows gathered openly throughout the city during the day, but a lone Crow caught out at night was easy prey for the patrols and a loss not worth retrieving for their House.