Doodles by Lucine

[lucinedoodles]

Modern AU where Professor Volkarin's contemporaries keep advising him against associating with the young, pretty woman who's obviously a gold digger and after him for his wealth.

Meanwhile, the young so-called gold digger is the lone daughter of the owner and CEO of the De Riva Corporation, and obscenely wealthy in her own right.

[scalycat]

You will never forgive yourself

[lucinedoodles]

Me: Man I wonder what I missed on Veilguard Tumblr whilst I was busy-

Homepage:

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[super-ion]

Hey man, I saw your living weapon staring at its reflection. You might wanna get that looked at

[nonbinary-bosmer]

Yeah, your emotionless tool of destruction is beginning to develop a sense of self. Probably nothing to worry ‘bout though

[lucinedoodles]

My computer struggles to run Veilguard but I'm upgrading it and I can't wait

[doodlemancy]

hello fellow artists. google has fallen. pinterest/duckduckgo AI filters don't work. do not despair; here is a list i made of places to find reference images without having to sift through piles of worthless garbage. (for future editing convenience i am just linking my blog post on dreamwidth.)

✨ good places to find art reference that are not full of AI trash 🌈

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

And if you're in a bind and your search engine allows it (google does), filter image results by date. meaning "show only images before day xyz" (it's in the search tools). put in December 2021. no AI results

[lucinedoodles]

If Viago could put his feral daughter protégé in a toddler harness, he would.

[xkatchy]

can't take Rook anywhere, smdh

[lucinedoodles]

If Viago could put his feral daughter protégé in a toddler harness, he would.

[lucinedoodles]

Katica Lavellans children do not care that Solas was Fen'Heral and one of the first Elves to have ever walked the earth.

They don't give a shit that he freed elves from the Evanuris and rebelled against the gods.

They just want their damn juice, dad. Stop being all mysterious and conniving and tuck them in and tell them a story about the Nug King

[lucinedoodles]

Three out of my four dragon age characters have white hair.

I don't know what that says about me

[lucinedoodles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Lace Harding thought about the little fox kit sometimes. 

It had been Inquisitor Katica Lavellan’s pet and many saw it as a divine beast— sent by the Maker to aid the Herald of Andraste. 

That was the only explanation they had for the hyper intelligent animal that could cast fire spells. 

Varric had nicknamed it “Cotton Tail.” 

Sera named it “Fuzzy Butt” 

Dorian called it a menace. 

But the Inquisitor had named it “Xiu Ying.” 

Harding remembered the uncanny look in the fox’s golden eyes when the Inquisitor’s companions were gathered round the campfire, discussing their plans or discoveries after a day’s adventuring. It was almost like it could understand the words being said. She remembered the rumours around Skyhold of it being caught seemingly reading books or playing chess. 

When the Inquisitor was taken to Tevinter by Dorian for her recovery, she had naturally taken the fox with her and Harding never saw it again. 

But after Varric recruited Rook, the Antivan courtesan, to help with their search for Solas— Harding found herself thinking about the Inquisitor’s fox more often. 

She saw it in Rook’s eyes when they were gathered together to discuss their next plan of attack, her golden eyes narrowing in concentration. 

She watched the way Rook tapped her feet on the ground in excitement when they witnessed the wonders of Arlathan. It reminded her of the way the fox used to tap her paws excitedly when it was time to play. 

There were moments after a cold drizzle— when the sun would come up and Rook would close her eyes, raising her face towards the sunbeam with a small smile on her face. It reminded Harding of the fox who would stretch out in sunny spots at camp with its little face up and ears laid flat against its skull as its tail wagged lazily. 

When Harding felt Ghilan’nain’s tendrils pierce her skin, she thought of the fox once again. 

She heard its familiar, furious screech and saw a flash of burning red flame. 

She thought she saw a large, foxlike creature sink its fangs into Ghilan’nain’s throat causing the goddess to drop her but before she could react, everything went dark. 

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For a week, Rook was gone. Harding did what she could to help search what remained of Tearstone Island but her injuries were severe. 

She thought she had dreamed the sight of the fox in the heat of battle but everyone else had seen the same. 

“It was Rook,” Neve had said, “I saw her turn into it the moment Ghilan’nain got her hooks into you.” 

Harding felt like she was going mad but no one else knew about the Inquisitor’s pet fox and with everything that was going on in the South, she couldn’t even get word out to Lavellan. 

“Over. Here. It Opens!” Spite shouted suddenly through Lucanis. 

The Crow was the first to rush to the spot his demon had pointed out. It was right where Rook had disappeared that day and Solas had appeared in her place. Emmrich joined to open a point for Rook. Sweat dripped from his brow as he gritted his teeth, pulling open a tear in the Veil itself. 

And then they heard it—

“I’m here!” 

It was Rook’s voice— distant and muffled but it was her. 

There was no hesitation as Taash and Lucanis reached into the tear for her. 

“Hurry!” Emmrich and Neve ordered, both battling to keep the tear open. As Rook’s arm appeared, Davrin grabbed hold and pulled. 

And then, she was there— blinking in the bright sun. The colour was drained from her face as she gazed at them as though scarcely believing her own eyes. 

“Lucanis?” she said softly. 

The First Talon wrapped his arms around her at once. As she clung to Lucanis, Rook’s eyes searched the group desperately. She saw Harding and tears filled her eyes, “Harding— you’re alive,” she whispered. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Harding assured her. 

“Thank the gods,” she said softly. She closed her eyes in exhaustion, “I’m sorry— I will explain everything later. I just… I need to rest.” 

And with that, Rook disappeared once again. 

But this time, instead of Fen’Harel— a small fox had taken her place, laying unconscious in Lucanis’ arms. 

[dymme]

"You better not be the cunty embodiment of an ancient rage when I get there."

Me:

[lucinedoodles]

Me when I first saw her in-game: omg something is watching

Also me: ... Why she kinda bitchy tho

[lucinedoodles]

The relief Viago felt when his daughter protégé, Fiorella De Riva said she saw Lucanis like an older brother was short lived.

The man would have been so much happier had she just dated his boss instead of bringing home a necromancer 30+ years older than her

[lucinedoodles]

Fiorella De Riva is a mumbler by nature.

Viago had thrown countless tutors at her including etiquette instructors and she had learnt to speak properly albeit really softly.

But when she's with Viago, she still mumbles and he doesn't correct her.

He can understand her perfectly when she's mumbling and he says it's to deter eavesdroppers.

Teia thinks he's just showing off that he and his daughter protégé have a level of understanding that no one else has.

... Until that old ass necromancer came around and stole her

[rookanis-de-riva]

Rook, introducing the team: Welcome to House de Riva! This is my Talon, Viago, he’ll show you around 😄

Viago: The exit is that way.

[lucinedoodles]

If there's one thing all Rook De Rivas agree with it's that Viago poisoned each and every one one of them at some point

[beebagginses]

Goodbye, EA, I guess

[lucinedoodles]

If anyone's wondering why my dumb postings disappeared, I accidentally started writing a fanfic analysing the father-daughter relationship with Viago De Riva and my Rook, Fiorella De Riva and then turned it into an original fic and now I'm 40k words into draft one and I don't know what year it is anymore help me