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with protection charms against Despair demons, so when they tried to force a demon out of her, it was immediately “kicked out” of her body. Hope is kind of like Spite, but less entangled with Osla’s soul. Also lol Solas trying to recreate Catarina’s mannerisms to guide Lucanis

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Same. My thought process for Hope/Despair is that LOF Rook is canonically a survivor of slavery, and I think that kind of despair would be enough to cause a mass suicide event. I also have personal lore for my Rook that her kind of sister in law is a retired Seer and has tattooed Osla over the years

A very hopeless Hope spirit, Maker bless it

Igom @igom.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

The worms got me. Sorry for the text wall, but you did ask for it

Lucanis hopes Caterina regrets taking this job; he certainly does—not that he had any say in the matter—especially in this moment as he treks through the Dairsmuid sewers. At least there’s a walkway, otherwise Lace would be drowning in the muck of the canal beside them. She’s shown no such remorse in her seemingly arbitrary visits to the Lighthouse, only directed him with that same sharpness she always shows. “You need a con artist,” she had said the last time, after he had explained his new, strange connection to Solas. “Someone who can hope to outwit the Dread Wolf.”

It had not surprised him that she did not offer Illario, then; his talents lay in seduction, not strategy. It had been Harding who had mentioned they had almost picked up one of Isabela’s Lords along the way, some woman who had run afoul of the royal family and needed an out. “She’s supposed to be clever, but unpredictable, so Varric…”

He understands the hesitation, even if he feels very little about it. Varric had been his employer, and he doesn’t make a habit of getting attached to them as a rule. The man died for his mission. That, Lucanis respects. It should have ended there, but the Inquisitor kept him on, even doubled the fee; she must despise Solas to put forward such a sum for his death.

He shakes off the thoughts as a breeze wafts through the fetid sewer air, smelling cleaner and brighter than this miasma despite coming from a prison. His eyes start to sting, barely more than a tickle compared to some of the magic he’s felt before. Overhead, there’s a grate wide enough for them to pass through. “Up there. We get in, grab this Laidir, and get out. There’s no money in killing the guards if we can help it.”

“Do you want me to look first? I’m smaller, less likely to be seen.” He nods, and gives Lace a boost to peer through the grate before pushing it aside enough to shimmy through the gap. She scrambles up, and Lucanis hears her suck in a breath as he leaps up to hook his fingers in the grate and pull himself up into the prison. It’s dim, half the torches snuffed out, but there’s enough light to see the bodies. Guards in uniform are slumped over, lifeless, littering the entire place. Lucanis frowns, glancing at each body in turn; the deaths look self-inflicted, but what could cause a mass suicide? “I don’t like this.”

“Stay on guard. There’s blood magic at work.” They creep through the passageway between the cells, most of them too dark to see in; the ones illuminated enough turn his stomach, as even the prisoners are dead. What happened here?

“No, I didn’t say that. I said if I could find a way to pick the lock, then we’d have to kill the guards. You just went ahead and did it.” Lace’s bowstring tightens as she draw back, and Lucanis slides a knife into his hand as they walk toward the voice. “I still don’t have a lock pick, and the key’s all the way over there because that guard didn’t have the kindness to slit his own throat next to our cell.”

“The situation is still hopeless,” another voice replies, eerily similar to the first but heartbroken. “We’re going to waste away in here.”

“Oh, that’s enough of that. I hear someone approaching.” The person calls out. “Hello! Who’s there? If you’re here about the mess, I can explain. You see, Hope got a little carried away.”

He can feel Lace tense beside him, but Lucanis clears his throat to raise his voice. “Isabela sent us to rescue someone named Osla Laidir, and I really hope you’re her.”

The laughter that answers him is warm and reminds him of honey. “That I am. There’s a guard near my cell with a key to get me out, if you’d be so kind.” She’s leaning on the door of her cell when they turn a corner, and Lucanis takes her in while Lace searches for the guard and the key. Laidir looks a little pallid, but otherwise none the worse for wear otherwise. There’s something cunning in her smile, and she waves a hand as it hangs outside the bars. “Didn’t know the old bitch cared enough to hire people to conduct a jailbreak for me.” She tilts her head. “Especially an Antivan Crow.”

Lucanis grins; yes, she’ll do perfectly. “We’re hoping to hire you. Isabela said you’re talented at deception and political jobs.”

“Yeah, until I wasn’t.” Keys jingle, and her mood brightens at the sound. “Ah, finally, I thought I was going to rot down here.”

“You might still.” Lace scowls. “Who were you talking to?”

“Ah, that.” Laidir beckons behind her, and a ghostly form wearing her face glides forward; unlike Laidir, however, the spirit frowns, tears streaking her cheeks. “My spirit companion, Hope, though she’s rather hopeless at the moment.”

“That’s not a Hope spirit, that’s a demon of Despair.” Lucanis tries not to wince at the hardness in Lace’s voice.

The apparition starts weeping in earnest, and Laidir sighs. “Typical southern bigotry. Look, you’re here to let me out, and I suggest we do it quick before the guard change happens and they find Hope’s mistake. Once we’re out of here, I’ll answer all your questions. If you don’t like the answers, we can part ways, no harm, no foul.”

Lucanis rolls his tongue around in his mouth, thinking. She’s right, they don’t have time to argue the point, and he can’t very well leave her alone in this cell, not with the carnage around her. “I’m holding you to that promise.” He holds out his hand, and Laidir takes, her grip firmer than he expected. “Lucanis Dellamorte.”

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political jobs, so she’s probably decent at playing the game and has the audacity, while Lucanis is such an introvert he’s more than happy to give it up

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Igom @igom.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I keep meaning to expand on my canon Rook and Lucanis plotline because I have bits here and there about how Lucanis basically lets Osla run the political side of things because he loathes it. There’s a conversation with Taash if you play LOF that suggests Rook had the “privilege” or working

Igom @igom.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Like, if Rook was the assassin and Lucanis was the leader? Lucanis would be so good at leading the team if he wasn’t wrapped up in his own shit, his empathy is crazy. My Rook would be such a shit assassin lmao. She’s great at killing people, but she’s also loud and brash and a drunk. She’s fun tho

Sei @0724zuki.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

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- 射手 -　標的、視認。

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ShouXin手訫 @shouxin.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Some little cats: playful, quietly sulking, or simply enjoying a long stretch. Each has its own mood, free-spirited and a little unpredictable. There’s something so charming about cats just being themselves. #shouxinsketch #petart #animalart #illustrationartists #pet #sketch #sketchdaily

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Sofia deserves a double honestly

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Lmaoooo the taxes fic is in oneshot hell, because I am trying to finish my longfics so I can work on my mermaid novel. Maybe someday!! It is a good one Oooh maybe!! I wouldn’t do crossworld (like 3H/FEA), but Claude going to Dagda would be fun (and he’d be hot in their slutty clothes)

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mer @mercurymajo.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Yes but probably only after I get a little deeper into it, probably once I finish all four part ones because I need a better handle on the characters first. I have Thoughts tho

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fefw bravely asked the question "what if jeritza had a hubert" and im grateful

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starting another longfic project for awhile so I can focus on mermaids

I mean, if it was useful for you at the time, then it was still valuable. Burning it (digitally or physically) can be cathartic. Oh my god yes, I have a whole novel written that I will never publish, and I’m actively writing one that’s a take on the Little Mermaid. Once SWST is done, I won’t be

I have written one Sylvix fic! But yes, I would write more. Sylgrid, probably, if the right idea came along

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Stealing from a mootie, to keep me sane today at work

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Cheating because I can. Have you ever written original work and would you do it?