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i've started the process of giving my rook his own blog so atlasbounded will be found at @atlasveiled very soon!

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don't imagine rook in the prison and the companions freaking out to remember me from the arcane season two soundtrack

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rook, ever the adult, turned to give the shopkeeper the finger as he left with kiran before he made sure to step on the body of the bouncer. he was angry, taking in slow breaths to will himself to calm, fist flexing open and closed with the occasional spark of lightning skittering through his fingers.

but he managed to smile back at kiran, a little forced. "i'm alright, just pissed off. no matter how many times i deal with racist bullshit it still gets right under my skin."

he had no doubt that if that owner could somehow clock him as trans they would have used that too. rook made a mental note to thank varric for his help in his transition again.

"i'm uh, rook. thanks for stepping in. not many people would have."

bystander complex, another thing that pissed rook off. the idea that you do nothing because you assume someone else will.

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She wasn't one for minding her own business when it came to things like this. Not in Tevinter anyway. Kiran had just finished a contract. She was a long way from home as she tended to stay out of this side of the South of Thedas but it was an interesting target. Something weird was going on in Tevintor, the Venitori had been more active. She had seen this in her own town. Treviso had more and more running amock. It was disheartening, to say the least.

She had been simply browsing when she heard the commotion. Slinking away into the background, Kiran kept a keen ear. She didn't have to listen heard to hear this bigotory behaviour that made her frown slightly.

How she dressed was did not particularly scream 'crow'. But it helped with being in the background, behind unseen as she found her opening to throw a dagger at the bodyguard. Watching him fall, her eyes shot to the shop owner.

"No one stole anything. You are just looking for an excuse to be an asshole,"

Her voice, matter of fact, no fear. She didn't fear little men who weren't worth the breathing space. She knew most of them were all mouth and no bite. A small smile came to her face as she addressed the victim in this situation.

"Come. This man's wares are a load of shit anyway...Not worth stealing"

As he had been stunned into silence, Kiran directed Rook out of the way, back into the streets of Minrathous. Although she hadn't planned on getting involved in anything, she couldn't help but give Rook a small smile.

"You okay? They didn't give you too much trouble, did they?"

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Neither romantic nor sexual nor platonic but a secret fourth thing (bonded like stray cats who cannot be adopted separately)

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[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . || accepting!

rook was a smart man. sensible. careful.

most of the time at least.

everyone had their blind spots, and rook's was cool magic. he could be like a child getting a present when he discovered something new, something fascinating. he'd forgotten elthorn's warning about traps when he noticed the shiny orb that seemed to swirl with a storm inside. how could he not be enchanted when his own magic was a storm inside him.

he reached out for it, a noise of surprise given when elthorn seemed to materialize out of nowhere, swatting his hand away before he could touch it. rook drew his hand back, pouting at elthorn, but that moment allowed him to notice the fairly obvious pressure plate said orb rested upon.

"oh..."

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[ defend ]

❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE . || accepting

tevinter. fucking tevinter.

rook was no stranger to the less desirable aspects of the imperium. his clan had roamed the border of arlathan forest, bringing them in contact with both antiva and tevinter. he'd fought off slavers, had slurs thrown at him from passing merchants. what was just meant to be a simple shopping trip now had rook on the defense, some shitty shop owner accusing him of stealing from them. their bouncer, protection, whatever you wanted to call it stood in the doorway. it was the only exit.

rook stared down the owner, unflinching as they drew their blade and pointed it at his throat. he willed his magic to stay calm but he could feel it beginning to surge inside. lightning was not the easiest element to control on the best of days.

"listen 'ere knife ear. you pay for what you stole or-"

the owner was cut off as the person standing by the door made a sound, then slumped to the ground. the relief rook felt when he saw kiran standing there was clear, blue eyes betraying his fear and anger at the situation despite the defiance set in his stance.

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[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . || accepting

before the veilguard, rook hadn't had many opportunities to get his hands on books for an extended period of time. he was always on the move which meant he needed to keep his pack light, only essentials. for the first time rook had a stable home; and the lighthouse had begun to feel like home.

during the moments between adventures he'd started borrowing books from emmrich. rook would settle somewhere in the courtyard to read, usually with assan at his side so he could pat the griffon. davrin had joked that rook was trying to steal the assan from him, rook replied who wouldn't? anyone was free to sit with the pair, and this time alanis had joined them.

"donnen brennokovic didn't stand on ceremony. he strode through the barracks and slammed open the door to the captain's office without so much as a nod to the guards he passed." rook read from hard in hightown.

"just barely dawn, and already captain hendallen was buried behind a mountain of paperwork taller than the vimmarks. all donnen could see of the captain was her fiery hair and an angry gaze that had stopped more than one pickpocket mid-grift."

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@mistakenmessiah continued from x

rook listened. he was good at that, a skill honed from his time with varric. it wasn't like he wasn't a good listener beforehand but varric had taught him to really listen, to take in everything, pick up on nuances. it was important for people to fell heard.

"well shit." he spoke eloquently, head tilted as he considered the new information. "it's alright that you didn't tell me. i can imagine there would be people who would not take this information well. slap some sort of label on you akin to abomination."

he hated that term.

"you said you feel like you're being pulled in many different directions. what if we could use that to find your soul pieces? utilize the crossroads and the fade somehow." it was clear his mind was now focused on problem solving without hesitation. that was just how rook was. no thoughts towards if he should do it, if he had time. he'd make time.

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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how dare they not have the track for one of the endings! the callbacks to old themes, added violins. it just all blends together so seamlessly. i feel robbed. that was literally the point where i really noticed the soundtrack. usually they are one of the first things i notice but it took me listening to the tracks individually to get into them. under read more as the name of the track could be a spoiler

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music is an important part of my characters. i make pretty large playlists so i thought i'd narrow down which songs are most important to my rook's personality.

the fire inside: - watch me rise by mikky ekko - royalty by egzod, maestro chives, neoni - nobody's soldier by hozier

the weight of the world: - panic attack by liza anne - i know the end by phoebe bridgers - talking to myself by watsky - and the hound by yaelokre

the dread wolf's pawn: - allies or enemies by the crane wives

the hidden heart: - hunter by paris paloma - triassic love song by paris paloma - 1121 by halsey

the ghost of a storyteller: - lovely by billie eilish, khalid - the moon will sing by the crane wives

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spicy headcanons/thoughts

i'm still figuring out exactly rook's past experiences. he's definitely kissed people, made out, but i'm still deciding on if he's had sex or not. in both his clan and the veil jumpers rook felt like an outsider, apart from his fellows. add on how uncomfortable he was with his body until he transitioned, it is unlikely that he shared himself with someone in that way, especially considering he really started to fit into his skin during his time with varric and lace - varric is the one who organises for rook to get top surgery.

his inexperience doesn't mean that he doesn't know what's up however and he certainly isn't shy if others bring up sexual topics. he even makes it seem like he does have experience with how he frames his responses. not out of shame. he's just well informed about bodies.

being demisexual as well, rook hasn't felt more than a passing "that person is hot wonder what it'd be like to sleep with them". if someone tried to initiate more say in a tavern, he politely turns them down as that basically kills any interest. the possibility is okay in his mind, the action not so much.

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excuse me sir how dare you get on your knees and look at rook like that

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rook laughed at elthorn harsh statement, the movement making him give a slight groan as the wound smarted. "hence why i'm putting together a team. i know i can't do this on my own. the hero of ferelden, hawke and even the inquisitor had people around them."

he spoke hawke's name because of varric. while the dwarf had been close to the inquistor, he used her title more often than not. but when he spoke of hawke there was a sense that their bond had been much closer.

maybe when this was all over rook would take varric to see hawke again.

this is exhausting. just being in the presence of rook is draining his energy and he can slowly feel irritation sparking within his chest. he must remain calm, he must do as he has been tasked. even if merely the idea of killing the very god he serves has him reeling.

it is truly fortunate that whilst elthorn has his grievances with the crows his face is not known to them - the diamond will be safe a place as any to be.

❛ you deign to confront the gods, yet a common criminal wounds you. ❜ perhaps it is harsh, but he cannot keep up the niceties indefinitely.

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"The gods' chosen" "the gods' champion" no that's the god's little wind up toy. The gods' chew toy. The gods' favorite barbie doll

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finally got some screenshots of my boi

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verses

; hard decisions and the twisty path (veilguard)

set during the events of veilguard. rook has the weight of the world on his shoulders, a god in his head and two more to kill.

; before the storm

before the veilguard, before varric and harding, rook was a veil jumper.

more to be added