#rook ..

[dalishious]

(I know the hatemail between them is insane)

[spinfins]

The Lighthouse pantry is empty, you guys.

“It’s official,” Lucanis announces, “my room is echoing. We need supplies. It’s time to go shopping.”

Bellara appears like a spirit at his elbow.

“Oooh! Can I go? I love visiting the markets! You never know what you’re going to find!”

“Me too,” says Harding, “I need some souvenirs to send back to some Inquisition members. And Ma’s been after me to send her some northern spices.”

And then Emmrich admits he is running low on reagents for that very urgent matter the Veil Jumpers asked him to look into, and he really needs Neve’s advice, so if she wouldn’t mind coming along that would be just splendid…

And of course if Emmrich is going, so is Manfred. That’s not even a question. Any chance to expose the wisp to the wider world, broaden his horizons, test his abilities to mingle with the public…

…plus he’s damned useful to help carry shopping.

No one at all is surprised when Rook follows at Emmrich’s elbow without asking or being asked, with the large doe eyes of a starved dog begging for its last meal.

“Come on, Taash!” says Harding, somehow dragging the dragonslayer who is easily three times her height. “It’ll be more fun with you there. And what if I need to see over the crowds?”

Which leaves Davrin, relaxing in his chair as Assan does lazy circles in the air outside the balcony.

“No thanks,” he says. “If the rest of you chuckleheads are going, i’m going to take advantage of an empty house and take a nap.”

“But it’s a team outing!” Emmrich protests. And it is…now. In the rush Lucanis has been completely forgotten, to quietly compile a list of onions, potatoes, ham, chickpeas and other provisions they are in desperate need of.

Manfred hisses sadly, and Bellara’s ears wilt. Assan lands on Davrin’s lap and his eyes are BIG.

“Fine,” Davrin says after holding out a record of fourteen seconds. “Let’s go!”

[okthisway]

Zea de Riva & Lucanis Dellamorte

for @beachhotdog 💜💜💜

[floralprintsharks]

[ID: a digital drawing of Lucanis and an elven Rook from Dragon Age Veilguard. They're drawn from the side and are kissing, holding onto each other's faces. Rook's eyes are open, Lucanis' eyes are closed. The colors are very muted but both of them are bruised and splattered with blood. End ID]

No "we made it" kiss?? In the franchise that is a glorified dating sim???

[just-linkr]

Day 05 — Magic

The idea of Neve with a gun is just so funny to me

[novaobscurity]

@sofiemystique commissioned me to draw Emmrich and her beautiful Rook, Allette 🥰

Thank you, as always, for letting me draw your baby 💜

[in-the-drowning-deep]

Solas: You have unleashed two elven gods onto the world, and they're going to blight and potentially destroy all of Thedas.

Rook, who hasn't even woken up yet:

Cassandra: the conclave is destroyed, the Divine is dead, there’s a giant rift in the sky with demons falling out, and we’re pretty sure you and your glowing hand are responsible

Inquisitor, who just woke up:

[tiri5459]

Solrook in nutshell

Or Veilguard.

[thishappensonceeveryfewlifetimes]

In my fic, replace Rook with Hawke, and you've got the first one

what I expected:

what I got:

[dalishious]

[malith-thetameddragon]

Illario doesn't get it

[a-lyoshka]

what i love about my victorian au EmmRrook is that as single people from upper class they have to hide their feelings and keep their distance, especially in public, so they are extremely horny about each other

[heroofshield]

#Lucanis like u WILL miss me so help me god#meanwhile Rooks getting their absolute mind blow like where the FUCK did you learn to do that#even better with extremely experienced Rooks who walk away from it as the best night of their lives#if Lucanis is one thing it is PREPARED#ur tellin me he WOULDNT use all that extra time figuring out how to do it right??? (via rookanisstuff)

I LOVEEE virgin Lucanis AND the idea that most of us use of Rook and Lucanis becoming separated post game for a time. It got me thinking that he’d probably use the time to become a very studious lover so the next time Rook saw him he absolutely ROCKEDDDD their world.

[spinfins]

A Word with Friends July 24

Thank you, @elishnord for the tag! 

This word of the week is:

Contumacy: Disobedience, resistance to authority.

“Oh kaffas no!”

Dorian’s sigh was so tumultuous and deep it could sink ships. “Please, Rook! Everyone’s dressing up. I’m dressing up…”

“You have to. You’re Archon.”

The new Archon resisted tearing out his own beard by a slim margin. “Would you please come down off of my very expensive curtains so we can find you something to wear!?”

“Everything you want me to wear makes me look like a harem slave! And I’m not on your curtains, I’m behind them.”

“Even Manfred is dressing up!” Dorian wheedled, gesturing to the skeleton like he was Rook’s teddy bear or favorite pet, only there to lure her out of hiding. 

“Handsome!” Manfred said with a pleased hiss, brushing down the sleeve of his new, crushed velvet jacket. 

“Yes, very handsome,” Dorian said absentmindedly, still focused on the elf sheltering in his damask curtains. “Alright, Rook. If you don’t want any of these…” He gestured to the very fashionable, but very awful, sheer and clingy outfits that Rook had immediately wretched at. 

“...then how about this?” He held up some sort of robe with more covering. 

Rook wrinkled her nose. “Too many skirts. I’m not a mage.” 

“What’s wrong with being a mage!?”

“Everyone is trying to look like a mage. I’m not a mage. That’s supporting the erasure of Soporati rights.”

Dorian–who was very much in favor of Soporati rights and had pushed a piece of legislature onto the Magisterium just that morning to that effect–snorted and rolled his eyes. “As if you cared. All you care about your clothes is that you can stab people in them and get the blood out of the fabric.”

Rook’s eyes lit up. “Yes, that. Get me something like that.”

The Archon pinched his regal nose. “No, Rook. The whole point of having the Veilguard at this event is to show them off, and you are the leader of the Veilgaurd. I can’t show you off wearing your battle armor.”

“Why not? It would cause a sensation.”

“I am already scrambling for legitimacy in the current political climate,” Dorian appealed to her, his tone suddenly serious. It was one of the side effects of his becoming Archon. “We’re making amazing changes to our homeland, Rook. We are on the cusp of a better, far less shitty Tevinter, and I need your help.”

Kaffas. 

Rook frowned. It was easier to ignore Dorian when he was trying to be authoritative. 

“What’s the hold up?” a new voice intruded into the private sitting room. Emmrich stepped in, looking resplendent in a brand new set of robes, woven with enough Mourn Watch hexagons in golden thread that he looked like a dripping honeycomb. “Is Manfred giving you trouble.”

“No!” said Manfred indignantly defending his honor. He pointed. “Rook!”

Emmrich looked over at the couches laden with outfits, and a very harassed Dorian. 

“Oh, my dear,” He walked over and reaching into the curtains, drew Rook out by her hands like she was a delicate courtesan. “Rook, I know this environment is very new for you. It is not easy fitting in with the aristocracy. But we’ll find something that both matches your beauty and purpose, with out marring your individual flame. Alright?”

 “Okay,” Rook said agreeably, feeling herself melt as she stared into his eyes. 

Dorian’s next sigh probably would have sunk a whole fleet. 

I tag @sunny374940 @notyourmamasdeerbat and @dragonracer

[melody-loka]

Neve Appreciation Week - Day 5: Shadow Dragons

From @datvcompanionweeks's prompt list on Tumblr.

Before Blighted Wings, before Neve discovered that Yvonne was a blood mage, the two of them were friends