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  1. Summary

    Collected fics about Marisol Cantori - city elf turned Circle mage turned Antivan Crow.

    Ships: Rook/Teia | Rook/Viago | Rook/Teia/Viago

    amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus

    love is rich with both honey and venom

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  3. Summary

    Collected moments for Arlow de Riva - Crow, Mage, Elf. Rook.

    Primarily Viago & Rook and Lucanis/Rook, with other platonic ships and Viago/Teia sprinkled in for flavor. Non-chronological prompt fills for extra tidbits can be found in the hands scarred from murder series here!

    they say I may be makin' a mistake
    I would have followed all the way no matter how far
    I know when you go down all your darkest roads
    I would have followed all the way to the graveyard

    Graveyard by Halsey

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  4. Summary

    Collected non-chronological prompt fills for Arlow de Riva - Crow, Mage, Elf. Rook.

    Primarily Viago & Rook and Lucanis/Rook, with other platonic ships and Viago/Teia sprinkled in for flavor. Requests open @inquisimer on tumblr!

    Longer pieces for Arlow/Lucanis and Arlow & Viago in the no matter how far series here

    your hands are scarred from murder
    and yet I trust them completely

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  5. Summary

    Collected works for Andrew Trevelyan and Acacia (Trevelyan) Mercar - siblings with a troubled past, brought together and torn apart by the whims of saving the world. Independent and ordered chronologically from Pre-Inquisition > Inquisition > Veilguard!

    Ships: Trevelyan & Trevelyan | f!Trevelyan/Barris | f!Trevelyan/Cullen | Mercar/Neve/Lucanis | Various Platonic Ships | f!Trevelyan/Original Male Character

    "What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? You've got to bite the hand that starves you, and in doing so praise the place that birthed you. Birthed you fucked up. Birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream."

    -Clementine von Radics

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  1. Rec 8

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    In theory, Vero Solano is living every hockey-obsessed kid’s dream. After surviving a string of hazing incidents, they’ve clawed their way to the Show – the Thedas Hockey League. When Vero is traded mid-season to the Antiva City Crows, they’re preceded by their reputation as a stand-offish loner who prefers anonymous hookups off the ice to team bonding. To everyone’s surprise – including and especially their own – they soon find themself connecting with Viago de Riva, the Crows’ enigmatic goaltender whose on-ice brilliance has earned him respect despite his own eccentricities.

    A 14-year THL veteran and the cornerstone of the franchise, Viago has spent his entire career barely tolerating his teammates. Still, there’s something about Vero’s careful detachment that’s entirely too familiar. Despite his misgivings, he finds himself offering the Crows' newest defense player post-practice advice that quickly evolves into something that looks dangerously like friendship – and maybe more.

    (Actual fic length is approximately 54,500 words. The rest is footnotes/glossary.)

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    15 Dec 2025

  2. Rec 50

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    “Sorry,” Vic said quickly. “I thought -” She stopped. “It was just... a very clean kill.”

    …Surely he understood that, right? From the number of people she now had an intimate awareness of, even from her brief ten-month stint as the disgraced sellsword of House de Riva, Vic knew that the majority of Crows shared this sentiment, at least. Killing people felt good. Sometimes, victory just felt good, and it made you want to make other people feel good, or perhaps selfishly push yourself from good into phenomenal-

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    After a misread heated moment, and a disastrous first kiss that never should've happened, Vic more than gets the message: Lucanis Dellamorte isn't interested.

    Which is fine. Plenty of people are.

    [multichap fic, that's basically me writing a more consistent romance narrative for Lucanis and this particular Rook.]

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    15 Oct 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 26

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    For a moment, Lucanis thought she was still asleep—caught in the memories of other bodies in her bed—but the twist of her spine to draw herself closer to him could not be anything but intentional.

    “Lucanis,” she sighed, guiding his hand up to the warm space just beneath her breasts. “It’s so early.”

    Her head tipped back, rolling to flash him bright, brilliant eyes as her lips parted in a warm sigh. His brows knit as Teia’s liquid spine rolled against him, the brush of her heel against his calf, the nudge of her—of her against his hips.

    Something was wrong

    (AKA: Lucanis and Teia pretend to fuck to distract guards, and then actually fuck. Viago gives them cover, and watches.)

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    26 Sep 2025

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  4. Public Bookmark 43

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    Bellara stares wide-eyed at Rook. “So, they call you the cuckoo because…”

    “Oh, I didn’t kill anyone!” Rook amends, then laughs at herself. “No, not true, I absolutely did. But not other Crows. No, cuckoo’s just a good nickname.”

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    Rook's never really belonged in the Crows. Does the end of the world care about belonging? Not really.

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    23 Sep 2025

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  5. Public Bookmark 19

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    A year and a half before the events of Veilguard, Varric, Harding, and Rook take a detour in Treviso.

    Lightning, hot and consuming, shoots down Lucanis’s spine. His name, whispered from those lips with the barest touch to his ear. He just might die like this. His hand, the one that’s not resting dangerously low on her waist, the one that holds her more respectfully, clenches into a fist— a futile effort to steady himself.

    Rook’s hand, the one not over his heart, trails across his shoulders, leaving flames in their wake. Long, long fingers threading under his hair on the back of his neck, thumb at his jaw. Another thought flashes: the feeling of those silk gloves against his skin, tracing his face as he drowns in her exquisite taste. Her, lips shaping his name just like that murmur in his ear, again and again and again—

    “Do you like it when I say your name,” she presses her lips closer, dragging against his ear, nose in his hair. “Lucanis?”

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    21 Aug 2025

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