#evil rook

[woundedsoul12]

Happy birthday @nightfurmoon @sombra-oscura4 my love ❤️❤️❤️

Have a little NSFW monster Spite. As a treat

This pair is from Unwavering Spite this is my evil!Rook and Abomination!Spite

“My love-”

Spite would never tire of how Rook called him. My love. My demon. My Spite. My. My. My. Fingers and mouth claiming like words. Dragging along skin. Bruises and pain and bites when excited. Just how Spite liked it. Hands and teeth and flesh. Until Rook screamed for him. Until she begged him for mercy.

Their favorite game. In a building she told him was once for a false God. A Maker. But there were no gods now save for them. Sunlight filtering through broken glass images of a woman and her followers. Men with swords. The swirls of magic. Colors colliding and falling down to illuminate the pair. As she straddled him on some high dais. Slick with sweat and chest heaving with effort.

“I love you,” she exhales with a shaky breath. More hands than she can count holding her up. Eyes fluttering closed as fingers slip around her throat. Relaxing completely into his embrace as he takes over. She's exhausted but he can go for hours. Driving, pounding, searing with heat. Touching everywhere she's most sensitive. Knowing just what she likes after so long together. A teasing tug on each pert nipple, while a hand creeps lower to swirl between her thighs at the perfect pressure. Until she shatters and screams. Wolf grin splitting his face as he howls with triumph.

Rook love Spite, and Spite love Rook. Forever. Claimed like the name he carved into her flesh. Now a scar on her shoulder. Her own name mirrored across his chest. Blood magic binding for all eternity. Never to leave each other again.

“Good Rook. So perfect for Spite.”

[ithelan-ahn]

Base sketch of Ithelan’ahn. Trying to test out that sort-of Netflix Castlevania art style.

(I coloured it yesterday but fucking hated it, so please. Any colouring / shading tips you have are v welcome and much appreciated)

[marchwardenofmordor]

“We saw you across the bar and we like your vibe…”

[clairedelune-13]

Person: Why do you want the option to be a dick?

Me: Because sometimes there’s great satisfaction in telling someone to fuck off.

[woundedsoul12]

I felt this post summon me from across space and time. Fuck fixing him. I can make him worse!

I respect an "I can fix him" villainfucker 50x more than a "he didn't do anything wrong, he's just misunderstood!" villainfucker. like yeah they both get the cute domestic happily ever after, but man the first guy has depth they have nuance and most importantly they are actually aware they're a villainfucker

[ai-no-kokuhaku]

soooo........... i'm also thinking that it would be fun to include spite in the romancing lucanis bit.....

(also are people tagging spite separately from lucanis? or are they including spite in the lucanis tag... i don't actually know)

[vonspe]

what do i call NPC Scipio/Emmrich? EmmScippy?? ScipRich?

[zaahvi]

"in my arms lies eternity"

you too, dear reader, can make veilguard into an elgarook enemies to lovers story if you think hard enough 😌

[divorcedwife]

bishop, knight, queen, rook

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hi ms raven :D i was playing through vil's dream in book 7 and i was wondering if you could explain a little more about his character? i remember struggling to understand his motivs leading up to his overblot. the current understanding i have now is that vil wants to be the best or the most beautiful but is constantly getting blocked by neige probably because hes not perfect and it makes others lean towards him and want to support him while vil has reached a level where hes seemingly flawless on the outside making it hard for people to get close to him the way they do with neige? does he crave the validation from others and is that why there was an emphasis on him declaring that he himself is the most beautiful like in b6 and b7? i dont think i really understand him enough and its just been on my mind for a while now TT

I think Vil's got one of those backstories and motives that's easy to misunderstand if skimmed. This can lead to misinterpretations where fans assume he's vain and only seeking to take Neige down for shallow attention. It's a lot more complex than that!

The first thing to note about Vil is that he is a child star. His father, Eric Venue, is also a very successful celebrity, but the public does not know about their familial relationship. Vil has worked very hard to achieve his level of stardom all on his own, without relying on nepotism or riding on the coattails of his father. However, that also means that Vil was under an intense amount of pressure and scrutiny since a young age, and that can really mess with one's self-perception.

Since the start of his career, Vil has only ever been casted in villain roles. His post-OB flashback shows Vil asking his dad "Why do I keep getting picked to play the bad guy? Do I really look that mean?"

And though his father reassures him and calls him cute and charming, the vast majority of other people Vil interacts with judge him and assign labels to him. Children Vil's age "hold [him] accountable for work(s) of fiction", equating him playing villainous roles on TV to him actually being a villainous person off-set.

Similar things occur in his professional life. Film crew members praise Neige for his friendliness and wholesome vibe, but also express that Vil is just too perfect and hard for audiences to relate to, so Vil apparently isn't suitable to play the hero.

So on one hand, you have Vil's peers, who assume that he must be an awful person, just like all the characters he plays. Then you have Vil's colleagues, who put him on a pedestal, calling him "special" but also saying he's not relatable. Both viewpoints isolate and dehumanize him. They indirectly tell Vil--a young, impressionable kid--that he's not capable of goodness or of being a normal person. You also have to keep in mind that because Vil always has eyes on him, he has to maintain a cool, mature, and perfectly curated public image. He has had to grow up extremely fast in order to handle himself in the entertainment industry. That's an INTENSE amount of pressure to be under. So how does Vil react to all this pressure? By pushing himself to work even harder to prove everyone wrong. "I would do anything to be beautiful. The most rigorous training. The most tedious hair and skin care regimens. I would shy away from none of it." This is later repeated in the Tapis Rouge event: “[…] looking for the easy way out. Something I detest. […] I love to see someone with a lofty goal who’s not afraid to work for it.”

At this juncture, I'd like to point out a vital area where Vil's story and that of Snow White weave together. In Snow White, physical beauty is used as shorthand to indicate the goodness of a character. Snow White is pure, beautiful, and innocent because she has a good heart. The Evil Queen is more accurately depicted in her hag form because of how her jealousy twists her into something hideous. When Vil speaks of beauty, it's also in a similar context. He's using "beauty" as a metaphor for "goodness", hence why he fixates on Neige being the "fairest one of all". Neige is the one always playing the hero, and he is also the one the internet considers the most beautiful--so if Vil can become the most beautiful, then surely he, too, can be a hero.

If beauty = goodness, then the opposite is also true to book 5 Vil: ugliness = villainy. And if he is always assigned the villain again and again and again, then its telling Vil that he's “ugly”, that he is a bad person and can never be anything but that.

Not only that, but Vil's worries about permanently being labelled a villain relates back to how his peers and colleagues perceive him. "[...] villains never stay on stage for the whole play. Once their role is finished, all they do is watch from the shadows as the happy ending plays out. [...] All I want is to stay on stage until the end of the show." Vil wants what has always been denied to him: the ability to stand on stage and take a bow with the other actors, to be treated like a normal person that's a part of the group, to have that humanity handed back to him. Why should he be the only one languishing backstage while Neige and other heroes get to soak up that spotlight? He wants to be a part of it, too. He wants to be included.

Let's get back into book 5, present day, now. Vil spends much of this book driving his teammates VERY hard to achieve his vision. To this end, he is imposing harsh restrictions on them, such as new diets, new skincare, new practice routines, and more. This of course garners many protests, but Vil insists on having his way and admonishes those who complain. In these moments, Vil is very much acting like a "villain"--but to him, it's all worth it, because he wants to win against Neige fair and square, earning that victory through his own efforts. "[...] I have no interest in spells that fade when the clock chimes midnight. What I seek is genuine, authentic aesthetic perfection."

Recall that I said earlier that beauty is used as a shorthand for goodness. Because Vil is stating that he wants to win fairly, he is attempting to demonstrate his own beauty--his own goodness--in this bid to triumph over his rival.

But what ends up happening? Vil sees Neige's practice performance and realizes right away that NRC is destined to lose. He tries to take matters into his own hands by cursing a bottle of apple juice and offering it to Neige. While book 5 is vague about what the consequences of drinking that cursed juice would have been, book 7 implies the worst--that Vil had intended to kill Neige with it. Vil went against his own principles (which he stated earlier in book 5) and used a dirty tactic to get Neige out of his way. He can only win if he harms others in the process. I would argue that what triggers Vil to snap and OB isn't his failure to poison Neige (although that's certainly a part of it), but rather Vil realizing he just... proved what everyone has always said about him right. That he's rotten to the core (ie "ugly") and will never be anything else but a villain.

Vil fixates on the eyes of his teammates, perceiving them to be staring at him and judging the moral ugliness of his actions. Like in his childhood, he derives much of his image from public feedback--from the eyes on him. "Please. Don't look at me... Don't look at me with those eyes! Why? I wanted to be the fairest one of all, so why am I so... so... ugly? Ugly?! UGLY?!"

Kalim and Rook try to reassure Vil and remind him that Neige didn't get hurt, so it's okay. But Vil only gets more upset and continues to berate himself. "What does it matter who forgives me?! I can't... I can't forgive myself!" This makes sense for Vil, who is a character that has consistently held the people around him, as well as himself, to high standards. He has betrayed himself, and he is ashamed of how ugly his envy has made him.

After Vil's OB, Rook pretty succinctly states why Vil fails to be "beautiful": because he doesn't believe in himself. Throughout his entire life, Vil has been relying on the words of others to affirm his identity as someone "beautiful", as a "good" person. You can even argue that Vil being so strict with himself is to earn the approval of others, to be seen as the "most beautiful". But Vil never truly believed he was "beautiful" ("good"), and that lack of confidence is ironically what is keeping him from realizing his full potential. "Nobody should believe in your beauty more than you yourself [...] No amount of validation from the rest of the world will ever leave you fulfilled. Even if you wind up old, emaciated, grimy, and stooped over... If you were to truly believe that you are the fairest of all despite that, even the Magic Mirror of legend wouldn't contest your claim. The strength and pride to believe in yourself is what marks the true fairest one of all. Roi du Poison. Fair Vil. I implore you to believe in yourself more than anyone else. Beauty is always with you. At this exact moment, you are the fairest one of all."

In book 6, we get to see how far Vil's character has progressed. When Idia taunts Pomefiore, calling them "wannabe heroes", Vil responds with, "You know, I've always wanted to be cast as a hero, just once. But there are no heroes or villains here. This time I'll be the one who stays on stage till the very end!" He now disregards the notion of labels and is only committed to being the one that puts an end to Idia's machinations.

This point is even further driven home when we see old!Vil, the result of him diving into Tartarus to pull Idia out. Though his dorm members are shocked to see their glamourous leader in this state, Vil laughs it off and announces, without hesitation: "Even though I'm grimy, withered, and emaciated... At this exact moment, I am the fairest one of all." This parallels the words Rook imparted onto him at the end of book 5. ("Even if you wind up old, emaciated, grimy, and stooped over... [...] At this exact moment, you are the fairest one of all.")

It's a complete reversal of Vil OBing. Back in book 5, Vil went mad because he realized his jealous actions made him hideous (even if he still physically looks young and conventionally attractive). But now, in book 6, Vil is content in knowing that his heroic actions make him absolutely beautiful (even if he stands there, old and grey). It doesn't matter what he looks like on the outside, or what other people think of him--because Vil has learned to love himself and to stay true to his principles.

He is deserving of standing on that stage with everyone else. He is human, like everyone else. He’s not THE Vil Schoenheit anymore, he’s… just Vil. This also shows in vulnerable moments late game, like him squealing from excitement at the end of book 6 or screaming in fear in book 7. He still has the image of a celebrity to maintain, but he’s now allowing himself to be less of that “perfect” person, at least around his peers. I believe this is what Vil’s dream in book 7 reinforces. This is most exemplified when Vil faces his OB self and announces, “Oh… This is deplorable. I’m so steeped in envy and resentment there isn’t a trace of beauty to be found. But I won’t turn away from it any longer. I accept this nauseatingly ugly part part of myself. This is… the real me.” I won't get into the details of that dream, since I assume you've played it + it would just repeat what I've already gone over in this post. That’s honestly what most (if not all) of the book 7 dreams do, try to summarize their personal issues, how the dream attempts to placate them with convenient falsehoods, and then have the dreamers confront those falsehoods with what they’ve learned through their own arcs.

[woundedsoul12]

Anyway long story short I have had some stuff go on the last few weeks. Physically I have had some health issues. I'm sure people have noticed I have slowed down on writing and reading works. And I have like 150 comments to sort through again.

But today is a good day. Not sure how long this good day is going to last but we are going to take it. And with that being said here's another drabble.

Little follow up to Evil!Rook x Monster!Spite from Unwavering Spite for the prompt fill 'I will trace every inch of you with my tongue'

NSFW of course

Rook wasn't sure what had been easier. Defeating the Evanuris, or betraying Solas and leaving his dead corpse to rot in the streets of Minrathous. With her demon, she was unstoppable. The entire world bowing to her whims. Her power growing daily as legions fell beneath her sway.

Now, there was one final task. One last promise to keep as she relaxed across the Archon's throne. Spinning the lyrium dagger in hand as she grinned. Spite's many eyes watching her movements as he licked his too wide mouth with open hunger. Unsure if it was excitement at their plan nearly complete, or a more carnal desire that drove him as he stalked forward.

"Rook," he purred as he leaned down. A hand petting her cheek while another closed around her bare hip. She was naked, as was his request. Always ready whenever his more base needs rode him too hard.

"Yes, my demon," she replied as she dragged the dagger along the swirling black of his skin. Watching with interest when he shivered at the razor edge cutting a single drop of blood along his flesh.

"Spite wants to taste. Trace every inch of Rook til Rook screams for Spite."

She laughed at those words. Her head falling back as she gave him his favorite view. Lazily throwing her leg over the arm of the chair as she motioned for him to come closer.

"Alright then, my love. Whatever you want, I am yours."

[ithelan-ahn]

Andaran Atish’an.

I’m Afallach, I’m an autistic, trans and bisexual Welshman in my mid 20s, I’m a druid, and my wife introduced me to Dragon Age… so naturally, I’ve developed a hyperfixation.

DNI: TERFs, LORE PURISTS WHO CANT HANDLE ME BENDING THE RULES, MINORS

Also just don’t come in here and be a dick for no reason. I ain’t done shit to you, I’m just here to have a good time, play my silly game, draw my silly boys and write my silly fics / OC lore.

Please do not be horrible about my OCs - they are a part of me, a labour of creative love, and I will take it personally.

Ship whatever the fuck you like - I literally could not give less of a shit about whether you’re Solarook or Solavellan. I literally do not care. I’m sat over here with Elgar’nan. 🤷🏻‍♂️

On the subject of my tyrant fairy princess. I’d better not have to explain to anybody how just because I write evil characters that doesn’t equate to me being an evil person. So just to preface, let’s all exercise a bit of media literacy and say it slowly:

It is a fictional fantasy world. These are not real people.

If I say / do something that does not align with the EXACT canon, or your headcanons, remind yourself that those are YOUR headcanons, and that I’m using the canon as a little bricky foundation in order to whap out a gothic cathedral on top of it, because where OCs are concerned, I go big or go home.

I do not trigger tag. If there is potentially triggering content, I’ll put a CW at the top and then my content below a break.

Also grabbing plotholes and filling them in is one of my hobbies.

Anyway. Have my OCs - I’ll be adding as I go along.

Cerridion / Ithelan’ahn

Mournwatcher Mortalitasi Battlemage, Cerridion Ingellvar gets Blighted in the Blussy and his Elgar’nan vallaslin appears and gets darker on his face the closer he is to becoming an Evanuris. His evanuris name is Ithelan’ahn - The Thing that Watches. Spider coded freak.

You can read all my shit about him under #datv ithelan’ahn

My art in the DA tarot style of Cerridion/Ithelan’ahn:

Cerridion’s Post-Canon semi interactive fic:

Also!! I am very pro-RP and am down to RP as Cerridion/Ithelan’ahn - all you need to do is ask, although I will be checking ages.

[marchwardenofmordor]

HERE

have Cerridion/Ithelan’ahn now that he’s gone full black swan with it

He’s been your friend up until now. He has made you strong, seen you win.

He has rallied you to freedom, has opposed Fen’harel and has deceived you so well he has even deceived himself into believing he’s a hero.

But at the Archon’s Palace, just as he is about to land the final blow upon Elgar’nan, he remembers his mandate. He leans down and kisses his god tenderly upon the lips before whispering to him so softly, ‘my vengeance is not for you,’ as he places the dagger in Elgar’nan’s hand, his touch like a ghost. Light. Reverent.

“I wish for you to kill Fen’harel whilst wearing my illusion, and I yours, so that I may trick him as he has tricked me and see myself stab him as he stabbed my dear friend. So that, if his blood magic still poisons my mind, he may witness the crime of his own murder through my eyes. And then, we betray him twofold; for the illusion will shatter, and he will see that this dagger was placed there by you, and the true glory of ending that mangy mutt will be yours.”

((And Elgar’nan is bricked tf up because where the fuck did Cerridion even come from? He’s supposed to be the good guy but holy shit that’s evil and the coldest fucking revenge he’s ever been privy to and he’s pulling Elgar’nan’s cock the biggest Lady Macbeth move known to man. Cerridion’s had them all caught in his web. But what can I say? When in Tevinter yadda yadda so on and so forth))

Come on, Elgar’nan. You should know by now that one of your faithful would not bend to promises of riches or glory, no matter how he loves you, nor how tempting you are. A true follower of yours seeks burning, freezing, ruthless bloody vengeance and will lie, cheat and purloin anything to achieve it.

[bunabi]

the heart wants what it wants

[abneyart]

VEILGUARD ARMOR SPOILERS

I'm so excited about the Mourn Watch mage armor--really digging the mortician vibe matching the faction! I've kind of been dying to have a really death positive OC or one in the death profession, so this was the perfect opportunity. I also think the joke of Solas hating death (since he put up the Veil, since elves became mortal), and him having to live inside the head of one of those mortal elves who finds decomposition beautiful.

[kodzukay]

even MORE twst textposts except it's not my discord dms this time