#Dreadrook Week 2025

[br0ps]

"The healer has the bloodiest hands"

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[missriggie]

DREADROOK WEEK @thelighthouse-server

DAY 1: Fade Conversations

It's messy and unfinished but hey, the more content of this ship there is the better!

[lostiel]

DREADROOK WEEK @thelighthouse-server day 3 - mirrors

[solrookera]

Day 3: Mirrors.

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[aellyart]

DREADROOK WEEK

Day 2– Memories

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[wickedviago]

The Ending

Solrook ship as text posts 2/??

for Dreadrook Week 2025 @thelighthouse-server

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DREADROOK WEEK 2025

5/5 - 5/11

Hello Dreadrook Nation!

The Lighthouse presents our first-ever open community event - Dreadrook week! For this event, we have curated a list of prompts to (hopefully) delight & inspire you.

The Rules:

Pick your prompt(s)! There are two unique prompts for each day of the week. You may select one or multiple if you so desire.

All works should be new or posted for the first time after the event begins.

We do not condone use of generative AI in any way, shape or form. We want to see your creativity!

Make something Dreadrook based on your choice(s). All mediums - art, fic, vids, gifs, game photography, mood boards, collages, edits - are welcome. Create what you love to create. You may make multiple works (ex: one for each day) or combine them as you see fit.

Post your creation on the corresponding day and use the following tags: #Dreadrook Week 2025 & #TheLighthouseServer, and @thelighthouse-server in your creation!

Other Dreadrook adjacent ships like Solrooklassan, Solrookvellan, etc. are allowed! Show us your polycules!

All content, including Dead Dove and NSFW, is welcome provided that it is tagged appropriately.

The prompts are as follows:

Fade Conversations // "You are ever in my thoughts."

Memories // "Maybe forever was a word meant for memories, not for people."

Mirrors // "Eyes mirror the soul, and reflect the person looking into them. What does that say about you?"

Regret // "And I suppose I had you."

Sacrifice // "The healer has the bloodiest hands."

The Ending // "No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying."

Alternative Universe // "Perhaps in another life, we will meet again under kinder stars."

You can participate on one day or all seven or any in between!

Not a creator? That’s okay! Show your support and love to your fellow Dreadrookers by liking, commenting, and reblogging their works!

If you have any questions, please feel free to send us a DM or an ask! We can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

[fenrelmercar]

DreadRook Week 2025

Day 3 - Mirrors

Quote by Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky

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[mosoderbergh]

"And I suppose I had you."

“You were right, you know? You did have me.”

The spirit watches Solas out of Rook’s eyes. No matter how often he asks, it will not leave him. Admittedly, Solas has not asked it to leave in quite a while.

“Is that so?”, he asks.

The spirit smiles Rook’s crooked smile. Its finger traces along the rim of the wine glass Solas absent-mindedly set down in front of it. He has barely touched his own.

“M-hm. Tell me, in all that time you spent scheming my downfall, did you ever consider asking for my help?”

“I should have asked you to help me ensnare and imprison you?”

“How about this: ‘Rook, my regrets are eating me alive while the Evanuris walk free. There are ways to free me, but they require a sacrifice. Mind if we brainstorm some options?’ Would that have been so hard?”

“I did what was necessary.”

“See, you keep saying that. I’m not sure I believe you.”

“You’re entitled to your doubts, I suppose.”

“Wanna know what I think?”

Solas sighs. He does want to know what Rook is thinking. He has a burning need to know how their new home is treating them. Alas, all he has is this spirit of… he is not even sure. Misguided compassion, perhaps. That, at least, is what Solas hopes it is.

Underneath the table, Rook’s foot nudges his ankle, demanding his attention. He tilts his head at the spirit.

“Do tell”, he says, defeated.

“I think we could have figured this out together just fine.”

“I considered all options.”

“Except talking to me. I’m resourceful. You’d be surprised.”

It is too late, he thinks. Rook is in no position to surprise anyone ever again. Solas wonders if they are in pain. He knows he was. It’s no use, this line of thought. He would rather indulge the spirit than lose himself in fresh guilt.

“You would have freed me, then?”, he asks. “If I had confided in you.”

“I’m sure I would have come up with something.”

“And I suppose afterwards, you believe we would have been fast friends.”

“Don’t you?”

Rook’s elbows rest on the table. There is barely an arm’s length between them now. Solas realises he has never seen their face up close. Has never seen them lounging in a chair. Relaxed. Smiling. Of course, he barely knew them at all.

“If I had been free, you would never have trusted me enough to allow for collaboration”, he states, leaning back.

“I travelled with Varric. All I knew about you, I knew from him.” Solas does not wince at the mention of Varric. Not externally, at least. “He thought of you as a friend. He told me you were gentle. Thoughtful. That you saved people. That you cared.” Rook’s lips still curl around a smile, their eyes are still soft. Solas averts his gaze. “The problem was never that I wouldn’t have trusted you. The truth is I admired you. But you know that.”

“Yes.”

“It’s why I was easy to fool.”

“I am sorry”, he says quietly. The disappointment on Rook’s face - the real Rook’s face - is what he sees whenever his mind drifts to them.

“For what you’ve done, yes”, says the spirit, resting Rook’s cheek in the palm of their hand. Solas’ eyes flick to theirs just long enough to take in the warmth of their expression. “I wish you were sorry for your lack of faith in me.”

“It is a question of responsibility, not faith. This was never your fight to begin with.” Rook’s snort ignites familiar irritation in Solas. He sneers at them. “As I fix both my mistakes and yours, you would only feel compelled to stand in my way, were you still here.”

In his anger, Solas faces Rook again - and regrets it immediately. The tenderness in Rook’s eyes is scorching.

“I’ll find a way”, they say. A solemn promise, broken by one more smile. Their leg presses against his. “And once I’m back, you won’t have to be scared. I’ll twist the knife out of your hand every time.”

Solas has no voice to answer them with. He simply stares, engraining each line of their face into his mind so deeply he barely notices when the spirit dissolves in front of him. He stays, alone once more, his eyes still locked on the empty air where Rook sat.

This goes out to @thelighthouse-server for Dreadrook Week!

[amellderiva]

solrook's regrets & queen of peace by florence and the machine

for dreadrook week 2025 by @thelighthouse-server

[dustoftheancients]

A little late, but it’s still 05/10 somewhere! I just really wanted to make sure I added something to the dreadrook week, even if I did throw this together over 30 minutes.

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Day Six — The Ending

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The connection—

It severed.

As soon as Solas stepped — finally, finally — out of the Fade, as soon as the tear closed behind him, the connection blinked out of existence. Gone was the tenuous tie he had held with Rook, out like a candle. It almost didn’t feel like anything, except that it felt like nothing.

Nothing. A physical presence, or lack there of.

A loss.

That surprised him, that it should feel that way. Surely his connection to Rook had not been that strong. He had to build it, in the beginning, so that he could keep an eye on her. It had grown, because he willed it. And it snapped, because he severed it.

Why he dwelled on it—

He didn’t dwell on it. It simply surprised him that he had grown their connection enough to feel its absence. He had gotten used to her nuisance, but would no longer need to take that into account. He could at last return to his mission.

And Rook—

Rook was where she could do no harm. Not to his plans, and not to herself.

And yet, the image of her falling into his prison clung uncomfortably to his thoughts. The way she had called his name, half question and half plea, like she thought she could count on him to help her.

She hadn’t expected the betrayal. She had never passed up an opportunity to point out that she knew exactly who he was — that she would always expect the worst from the elven god of lies — and yet she hadn’t expected it. She had expected help. An ally.

A foolish child after all.

He had built her trust in him and she hadn’t even noticed. The affection he gave her — but it hadn’t been affection. He would not allow himself to call it that, when he had chosen the words he used like choosing a weapon. No matter if the sentiment was genuine. No matter if he meant it went he told her she deserved better. That he admired her spirit.

He imagine it would all sound the same from where she stood, imprisoned for eternity.

Then, the thought — when had she realized? She had reached out to him when she called his name. Even after the dagger had fallen from her hand. Her fingers had brushed the inside of his sleeve.

Going for the dagger, he told himself. Even if he knew better.

The world around him felt empty and cold, as it always did. It was a wound he could fix. Would fix. But the loss of that connection—

He had nothing to give Rook but pain, no matter how he wished it otherwise. And he could not undo what he had done to her. Not at the expense of the world.

Solas pressed his lips together. Briefly brushed his fingers over the inside of his sleeve, then let his hand fall.

Enough time had been wasted already. He could no longer sit in inaction and regret his actions when he had no other course open to him. Rook was always going to be expendable.

No matter the loss.

He would not let himself think about her again.

[woundedsoul12]

Vhenan…

The black wolf calls her softly. Gently. Their centuries spent together in love have brought them to this moment. To fate. To destiny.

To the end of the world. Cleansed in fire and blood to be reborn once more.

Something something guess I'm a Dreadrook now. A little day 7 AU something

[missriggie]

DreadRook Week 2025

Day 7: Alternate Universe

//"Perhaps in another life, we will meet again under kinder stars."

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Veteran of the Psychic Wars

A DA:TV / CP77 AU

DreadRook // Cyberpunk AU // Dragon Age - Cyberpunk 2077 Crossover // Smut // Explicit // Psychological Thriller // Sci Fi

With her rep in the gutter and no one in the Afterlife giving her the time of day, Rook has been in a slump, taking whatever gigs she can, with only enough eddies to afford rent, maybe a puff of glitter and a braindance or two to numb the loneliness. She becomes particularly attached to ones that feature a long-dead netrunner known only as DR3DDW0LF. But these BDs are strange, the script changes each time, the emotions are way too real, and she swears the DR3DDW0LF has a message for her from beyond the grave. But maybe that's just the glitter talking...

This was so damn fun put together. These games have consumed my life and I hope fans of both enjoy this as much as I did writing this.

🎧PLAYLIST🎧

📖EXCERPT BELOW📖

APRIL 22ND 2077- 1:34AM - THE AFTERLIFE

Claire was fixing up a cocktail and nodding to the other mercs leaving for the night, wary of the gloomy energy emanating from the woman at the other end of the bar. Finishing off her creation with a lime twist to the martini glass and handing it to the customer, she made her way over to the poor chick nursing the sad shot of whiskey she'd been given an hour ago.

"I'd say I'm gonna have to cut you off, but you're only on your first," she said, "What's eatin' ya?"

The woman gazed up from behind a curtain of long hair, a darker red than some of the wines on the shelf. An unhealed scar, like streaks of lightning, ran along her veins from her forehead, cheek and neck cutting through her faded tattoo on her chest. There was a fresh swell to her right eye. From a distance, one would think it a mark from a street fight, but it was more the kind you'd get from not taking your meds to stave off inflammation after replacing your optics. She looked like she hadn’t yet taken them, or maybe, she couldn’t afford it.

Behind all this banged-up bruising and back-alley surgery, Claire still recognised the mercenary. The bartender leaned forward to take a closer look at her old choom.

“Shivs? That you?”

The merc said nothing, rocking her tumbler back and forth along the smooth steel bar top, the ice sloshing around with the last few drops of her whiskey.

"The Queen won't see me,” she said.

She turned her head to the booth where Rogue Amendiares, the Queen of Night City’s fixers, was talking to some solo about their cut of the pay for a recent job. The conversation didn't seem to be going well. 

"She's got her hands full,” Claire sighed and shrugged, “Besides, she won’t be the only big fixer here. I heard Dexter Deshawn might be coming back. He might have something for you.”

She shook her head. “No one will see me. I fucked up, Claire.”

“Well, at least you and Deshawn have that in common.”

The merc shot her a look that made her regret the comment.

“Jeez…that bad huh?”

She shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know…Runnin’ with the Voodoo Boys to sneak past the Blackwall and losing not only the data you were trying to klep, but half the data your fixer gave you to do the job in the first place, along with your identity, your history, and all your money with it. Would you call that ‘bad’?”

Claire leaned back with her eyes wide, and teeth gritted. “Yikes. Sorry I asked.”

The merc rolled back her shoulder, wincing as she lifted her whiskey to her lips. “I should count myself lucky. I’m still alive. Hands’ll prolly put out the next bounty on me. Don’t know how, I’ve been wiped clean.” She swung back the last of her drink and smiled sadly at the bartender.

“That’s why I go by ‘Rook’ now.”

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[lostiel]

DREADROOK WEEK @thelighthouse-server day 5 - sacrifice

[solrookera]

Day 1: Fade Conversations.

I like to think they eventually make the Fade Prison more like a home in the bad ending.

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[aellyart]

DREADROOK WEEK.

Day 6– The Ending

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