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RARE TAGS - JULY 2026
We are almost through July, which means a new set of Rare Tags will soon be drawn for August!
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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.
lets make bad art together
i just realized that i forgot to put the word “make” in the image and i think thats fitting lets bad art together
That ‘comment on your a03 work’ email hits like a line of cocaine every time. unmatched dopamine increase. shoutout to everyone who leaves a comment on fics. you deserve the world
Have a few im thinking about printing off and taping to my writing laptop 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ they are fantastic confidence boosters
Surprise! Chapter 5!
I.... surprise myself. Two chapters up in one weekend; who am I???? Chapter 5 link here! Please mind the updated tags.
From the beginning here!
Chapter 5 of what for the 99.9 percent of the internet that doesn't know me? My Ilya Rozanov trauma porn gets really sad about things but also pregnant fic!
The Nature of Moonlight!
Hollandry confirmed! Close insider gives the tell-all scoop on this top-star romance! They are there when he wakes up each morning. When he scrolls his phone during breaks at practice. And they are the last thing he sees before he goes to bed at night. Blocking the tag would be the smart thing to do. All of them—Hollander, Landry, Hollandry, every movie title she's ever been in. A smart man would cut himself off. But his father's voice reminds him: Ilya is a stupid boy, and he is lazy. It consumes him to a sickening degree, and for a time, it is explanation enough for the nausea. He is so wrapped up in his own head that it manifests in his stomach, cutting his appetite and keeping him awake long after he should be asleep. The soreness that lingers in his muscles—chest included—is the result of pushing himself and his team so hard. They are small things, unrelated and easily caused by anything else. But the longer it goes on, the more familiar the sensations begin to feel. The door in his mind widens to the chance that just maybe he had not been as careful as he had thought. Ilya is a grown adult. He does not need Svetlana to do his shopping for him nor sit outside the bathroom while he waits. He can do it on his own.
The Demon's kiss.
Thank you @sinizade for drawing my beloved pookies. They look beautiful and I can still stop staring at it.
Inspired by a painting called The Kiss. (under the cut) like to imagine that in the end it took the initiative of our beloved boy Spite to finally get these two idiots to make the first move.
'it's so beautiful here, she says, this moment now, this moment, now'
a dancing scene featuring Lucanis Dellamorte, my Rook Seiren Thorne, and a bit of Spite :3
Chapter 4 is live!
Chapter 4 of what? My 'Take Ilya's Russia Trauma and Make it Worse with a mpreg Teen Pregnancy' Fic
Aka, The Nature of Moonlight
Read from the beginning here!
Or from the newest update here!
Today's preview brings us to...... A certain Boston visit with a certain batch of sandwiches.
"Good, yes?" he teases. That moan told him it was more than good. Fantastic, even. "Shit, yeah. Fuck yeah. It's never—" Shane exhales rather than finishing the sentence. "Better than pussy?" "Shut the fuck up," he laughs, rolling into him. His dark brown eyes stare into Ilya's, and this—this moment in time—it feels perfect. Something tender and beautiful, he can sense it growing between them. Maybe even hope, which has always been dangerous for Russian boys nestling sadness in their hearts. He had hoped Mama would wake up. He had hoped Alexei would have changed again. That his older brother might continue to love him after that summer of clubs. But then Ilya had gotten his MLH money a few years later, and the truth had come out. And he had hoped that America would have embraced him. It welcomed him, yes, but as a casual friend, not family. A show pony to be brought out on occasion and then ignored when he was off the ice. His dual citizenship paperwork stalled some time ago, the answer as to why not forthcoming. But he shoves those things aside. Right now, he has a beautiful, slow hockey player with the most gorgeous freckles staring at him with so much affection, and it makes him smile. Shane gifts him with an equally dumb curve of his lips before burying his face in Ilya's shoulder. Voice dopey with intermingled satisfaction and fatigue, Shane jokes, "I think I finally understand why you always want a cigarette after sex." "I can offer you tuna melt," Ilya grins. No smoking for Shane Hollander. Not on his watch.
There also needs to be a button for “this is the 5000th time I’ve read your fic because I’m having a horrible day and this is the only thing in the world that always brings me happiness.”
good news: there is!
"its a living" <- guy who has a job it hates
"its'a living!' <- dr mario frankenstein
do you ever just-
( lucanis only version under the cut :3 )
I've cropped a picture of our beloved Crow cousins so everyone can pick their favorite. I'm taking Illario 😏
He’s done 🥹
This was my “final exam” piece for my art course too. ^^
the strongest bond is probably pad wings to themselves. the weakest is probably pad wings to your underwear