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khayr | capricorn | ace | isfj | she/her | this is a personal blog (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و  | do no harm but take no shit | "Ashen" - Firelite's I'm On Fire CA CGCA TKI WAC S.T.A.R. Puppy BFL-1 | "Story" - Firelite's What's Your Favorite Scary Movie PTT

[creekfiend]

what if I never got a fucking migraine ever again

[creekfiend]

WHAT IF NOBODY ON EARTH EVER GOT A MIGRAINE EVER AGAIN!!!!

[codes-and-stuffs]

i do think we should normalise being like. platonically enamoured with someone. perhaps i love and admire you dearly and there's nothing romantic about it

[khayr]

my gorls... #mygorls

[creativereid]

Ardea cinerea

[khayr]

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook  Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Mutual Pining, Language of Flowers, Grey Warden Rook (Dragon Age), Meet-Cute, Lucanis as a professional hitman, Rook as ex-military, Romance, Spanish as Antivan Language (Dragon Age)

Chapter Count: 9/9 (completed)

Summary:

Lucanis Dellamorte runs a small flower shop off of the main street of Treviso’s market district—when he’s not working his actual job as one of Antiva’s Crow hitmen under the employ of his grandmother. When a friend sends an ex-Grey Warden to him—a tattoo artist looking to learn the art of flower language—Lucanis begins to find that keeping his two lives separate is much more difficult than he had once led himself to believe.

Chapter Nine: An evening in Treviso. A flower festival that comes once a year.

[lopshachu]

[lmaonade]

there is always some fucking laundry and dust and some other shit

[teathattast]

[khayr]

Last Line(s) Written

Got a tag from @grad-writes and I just happen to be working on the final chapter of floriography : )))

gentle tags for everyone!!! but especially for @brainwyrmz @onlyslightlypsycho @adejareve @bigshrimp365 @woodlandeelf @ttrevelyan @epiphany-jones @gloaminghagette @tkwritesdumbassassins

The scent enveloped her senses and Rook's mind went absolutely blank as Lucanis' hands slid to cradle her face. "Devotion." His lips met her forehead as he continued, steady and calm despite the way he'd sent her heart hammering under her ribs like a wild bird. "In Ferelden a famous playwright once wrote 'she sent him lavender, owning her love'."

[pitbolshevik]

the thing about criticism of dog shows is that a good 50% of the people making those criticisms dont actually know very much about dog shows

[pitbolshevik]

like there are absolutely things to criticize about kennel clubs and showing. god knows I've talked about it. but i feel like most of the people who are loudest about it don't actually go after the things worth criticizing, yk?

[pitbolshevik]

we could be talking about how there are multiple dog breeds whose recognized names have racial slurs in them but instead you want to focus on bull terriers having weird heads

[misericordiia]

wound dressings and bandages are lingerie for the enlightened pervert

[becherdireinen]

what a privilege it is to come home to a little animal that loves you like you're their whole world.

[socialmaya]

[lierdumoa]

This is why I have no sympathy whatsoever for anti-intellectuals who complain when discussion posts use too much academic language. "You can't expect me to whip out a dictionary every time you post—" BITCH I LOOKED UP "AHEGAO" FOR YOU. OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY HEART.

[messsssmer]

"Whimsy" is truly a wretched term. What maketh thee so carefree?

[fireknightqueelign]

thy mother

[messsssmer]

Art thou for fucking real

[ironedorchid]

Kelly Link, 21st April 2026

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

[dreamy sigh]