#implied rookanis

[elliemehl]

The Veilguard potraits

sketchlog 1, practicing different shapes and angles

[proheromidoriyashouto]

Lucanis, holding his newborn child: *weeping with joy, overcome with love*

All the Antivan Crows, coming to pay the First Talon's first born their respects: I would like to see/hold the baby.

Lucanis, eyes violet, sprouting ethereal wings: 😈

All the Antivan Crows: But I won't.

[cas-edspace]

Do you think the Mediation Chamber, aka the resting place of our dear Rook, makes Lucanis think of the Ossuary— you know, the underwater prison? Or does it only become a secondary prison when the owner is locked in their own?

Did looking at the aquarium only reminded Lucanis of their savior more than the torture?

Does the room only start to hurt when Rook is stolen away or was that the final straw?

Or did Rook not even like the room, the more and more they got close to Lucanis?

[snarkspawn]

do you think lucanis puts his hair up when he cooks

[tiiracotta]

My brain for the whole of January: what if Lucanis but Gokushufudou Way of the Househusband

Some screenshot redraws and other things

Starring: Lucanis as Tatsu, my Rook Eranto Aldwir as Miku, Spite as Gin, Viago as a Former Yakuza Boss, Viago's Snake as Yakuza Boss' Dog, Assan and Manfred as random animal neighbors and Strife and Emmrich as Rook's adoptive parents(?) for some reason.

[psin314]

if you know you know i guess

[thimblings]

'it's okay if you can't catch your breath you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest' (x)

[trialsofthedas]

Rook: You read my diary?

Viago: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book. Also you have horrific taste. You get that from Teia.

[hausdellamorte]

rook and lucanis make go crazy i swear

rook is the first kind voice he's heard in a year and they're here for him specifically.

lucanis has spite who he thinks has turned him into someone else to escape their prison meanwhile rook has solas actively turning them into someone he needs to escape his prison

lucanis flirted with viago by giving him a knife and the first thing rook grabs for him is a knife... with wyvern nonetheless.

lucanis is trapped in the fade with his past regrets and sorrows and fears keeping him there. rook is trapped in the fade with their past regrets and sorrows and fears keeping them there.

lucanis initially fears he never actually escaped the ossuary. rook struggles with accepting that they actually made it out of solas' prison.

rook pulled lucanis out of his prison. lucanis pulls them out of theirs.

lucanis kills ghilan'nain, mother of monsters. rook kills elgar'nan, god of vengeance.

[sucksinlosers]

Y'all. I see you with the "saving lucanis from the ossuary and him and rook having a moment as they first see each other" right

But CONSIDER

1) Lucanis looks like shit. Disheveled. Not in his armor and certainly with no access to weapons (would you?!? let a crow keep their stuff?!?! Especially the demon of vyrantium?!?! He could kill you seventy two which ways from sunday with just his hands and a handful of dirt!). Unkempt. SpOoOoOoKy. I will not take notes on this.

2) The ossuary is ACTIVELY COMING APART. There is no way in hell that Rook looks put together anymore at this point. Wet, sopping beast. They've had to take a whole ass way around to even /get/ to Lucanis' prison. Rook is also gross here!!!

3) you free the spooky possessed man who looks malnourished, hair everywhere, watch him do spooky possessed man-shit and murder venatori with his bare hands. And THEN. Rook makes SMALL TALK?!?!

I would not change that last bit but could you IMAGINE

There have GOT to be more people who considered this right

[elliemehl]

learning how to draw them cause I'm obsessed

[thesummerstorms]

You know that conversation you can have with Emmrich where he asks what your plans are for your body when you die?

I think Arsinoë accidentally horrified him. Not by clinging to non-Nevarran ideals about cremation, but by telling him she never thought anyone would care that much one way or the other.

She would be dead, so she wouldn't care. And honestly, a majority of compradi die as Fledglings without graduating; she thinks their bodies were probably burned (since you have to do something with bodies) but they certainly don't have funerals, so it certainly wasn't worth worrying about then.

Emmrich interjects, trying to wrangle his own shock long enough to point out that she's not a Fledgling now, so surely...?

Well if she dies now, Arsinoë all but shrugs, it would depend on the circumstances, wouldn't it? She isn't someone important like a Talon or the scion of an established Crow family. She certainly isn't Caterina Dellamorte, who warrants something verging on a State Funeral.

If she died, there is still a non-zero chance it would be at another Crow's hands, in which case it's anyone's guess what happens after.

If she dies honorably fulfilling a contract, then Viago might feel obligated to do something if he isn't pissed off at her failure and she's isn't still in Exile. He's her mentor, so probably he would manage at least a small pyre. Maybe even a flower or two for the flames if he's letting himself feel sentimental. Teia would probably be there because Viago was.

But just as often, when a contract goes wrong, there's no time to go back for the body. The mark get ahold of it, or whoever's left on the contract has to focus on survival rather than the dignity of a corpse that can't feel any of it.

But really, none of that would matter to Arsinoë, would it? She'd be off wherever dead souls end up going, or maybe in oblivion, who knows. She doesn't have any family to be horrified by her corpse unless you count Viago, who is Fifth Talon, has bigger things to worry about, and will get over it.

But anyway, why do you ask, Emmrich?

Emmrich is too aghast to answer clearly at that point because every single point of Arsinoë's answer goes so deeply against everything that is ingrained in him as part of the Mourn Watch, from the belief that a corpse just doesn't matter to her sincere belief that no one would care enough about her for any particular mourning rights.

And the thing is Emmrich does care. It's his professional duty to care, but he's also become fond of his young friend and he cannot handle imagining that she could die on this mission or the next and potentially receive no rites at all.

Cue Emmrich starting to plan how he's going to have Rook interred in the Grand Necropolis when the time comes. It may involve some string pulling, especially if (hopefully) she dies not on this mission but in the distant future, and even more so if he precedes her and has to leave the job in one of his colleague's hands. But Maker help him, there will be a plan and her death will be respected.

When it comes to light, Neve is uncertain and a little weirded out, but also a little offended by all this. She's fallen in love with Rook, but even before that, the respect between them would have warranted a pyre and Arsinoë's name on the Wall of Light if there was no one else to arrange things. Is this why she's never asked about what happened after Varric-

Lucanis is horrified by the idea of Arsinoë as one of the spirit-possessed skeletons in the Necropolis or one of the jewel-eyed skulls in its many niches; he snaps at Emmrich about Nevarran obsession and respecting Rook as Antivan.

Emmrich refuses to budge. She expected the Crows to do nothing for her. She deserves better, deserves to be remembered, even if she isn't Nevarran.

Lucanis seems fully stunned by the idea that Rook believed this in the first place, given Viago's attachment. Given Lucanis's own growing feelings. Emmrich does soften a little bit when he sees that Lucanis truly didn't realize, but he also doesn't fully divert his plans.

Gathering a grave-dowry is normally left to a lover or family member if the deceased was themselves unable, and Emmrich is neither. But needs must, and though his friend now seems attached to Neve and Lucanis, hearts can be fickle. A plan is better. So he puts away small things here or there, eyes which of Rook's enchanted rings and amulets she seems to favor just in case.

It almost helps him live with the knowledge that Arsinoë believed she would die unmourned. Almost.

[himbopunk]

i fear that this what if dialogue from @writerfromshikahr was too in character for hakim's dynamic with illario to pass up doodling something for it

[hceinarchive]

his coat

[thimblings]

illario giving 'mom i frew up' energy

...more dysfunctional crow puddle because i love them and i just love drawing dumb things lmao someone in discord said illario also needed cuddles so...hahahahaha.

(it's a continuation of the crack that started with this lmao)

[darethshirl]

Arranged Marriage AU, Lucanis & Illario angst

The cravat choked at him.

It shouldn't have; it was made from top-of-the-line antivan silk, Lucanis well knew, the fabric breezy and smooth against the skin. He'd touched it before. Weeks ago, in the mansion's cavernous antechamber, with the merchant obsequiously sweating under Caterina's crow-sharp gaze. A rainbow parade of swatches spread out for Lucanis's perusal, from velvety black to sentimental lilac. He was supposed to pick the colour.

Such an inconsequential choice, a mean and pointless allowance of freedom. Lucanis, self-hating, had grasped at it like a man drowning.

Now that same sky-blue cloth swirled over Illario's fingers, his dexterous movements tying up the knot like the most delicate of nooses. Lucanis stared at his cousin's face, so close to his he could map each tiny mole doting the man's left cheek. Illario ignored him—or perhaps was simply focused on his task. His gaze was downcast, his eyelashes dark and delicate against his cheekbones.

"There," Illario said, finishing up with a flourish. "The perfect groom." He looked up at Lucanis, his mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. "Now all we need to fix is his attitude."

"Hm."

"Smile, Lucanis. It's not that hard. See?" Illario gestured at his face, and all at once the mask was on: pearly white teeth on a wide slash of a smile, a warm, coy light dancing in his eyes. A smile that enticed, rejoiced, invited one to join in the joke. Even his crow's feet crinkled, for added sincerity. Lucanis stared, expressionless and a little helpless, unable as always to figure out the magic behind the trick.

"I don't need to smile," Lucanis said instead, too gruff. "It's not like either of us have a choice in the matter."

Illario sighed. "You're acting like you're marrying an ogre. I've seen your bride-to-be, you know." He smoothed the thin fabric of Lucanis's shirt like a fussy mother, tweaking golden buttons that didn't need any straightening. "Quite the beauty. Full cheeks, full lips. Rich black hair down to her waist. Gorgeous, really."

"You marry her then."

"Oh, I would."

And it was said as a joke—it was always said as a joke, the rhythm of their childhood rivalry, their benign competition—but the more they grew the more the undercurrent deepened, grew sharp edges. Turned treacherous. Lucanis met Illario's eyes and felt the weight of all they left unsaid, the mutual understanding forged through their common, if parallel, life path. Then Illario's expression turned opaque, his eyes shuttering behind the mask, and Lucanis could no longer read him.

Illario turned away. "Come on. The First Talon can't be late to his own wedding."

But Lucanis stayed rooted to the spot, struggling with his thoughts, with an elusive emotion that would have made his eyes smart if he'd let it. "Illario—if I could—"

"Stop."

Tension wracked their silence, the muscles on Illario's back. Lucanis waited, and clenched his fists, and couldn't breathe.

Then Illario exhaled—Lucanis felt it in his own lungs, like a taut line suddenly cut—and just like that the world made sense again. Illario looked over his shoulder, and this time he had his real smile on, small and playful and a little bit mean. "Look, if you need an exit strategy, just give the signal and I'll plunge a dagger in her heart. I'm not even kidding, I'd do it."

Lucanis laughed despite himself, a quiet huff that warmed him up from the inside out. "Thanks," he said, and meant it.