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Young Zoltan by Alexander

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@rookappreciationweek - Day 4

Varin Laidir

Photomode / Canva

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@rookappreciationweek - Day 3

Leora Ingellvar

Photomode / Canva

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@rookappreciationweek - Day 2

Àlvaro de Riva

Photomode / Canva

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@rookappreciationweek - Day 1

Ezra Aldwir

Photomode / Canva

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Thanks to @turidtorkilsdottir amazing guide I've managed to get some great screenshots of my Brook Mercar these past couple of days.

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Ezra & Morven

by @idkholysht - I'm SO in love 😍😍

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AMAZING WORK LOVELY 😍😍😍

Did a little photoshoot with my blorbo Liam~ Used this tutorial!! @turidtorkilsdottir! It was very helpful and they turned out really pretty here. Very excited to do more once I get some mods to work!!

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Thank you for the tutorial post @turidtorkilsdottir! 💜

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Dragon Age The Veilguard - PhotoMode Tips

Some lovely people on BlueSky encouraged me to give some tips for portraits with the DATV PhotoMode. Here it is :3

If you have any questions or additions, contact me <3

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Portrait study on Lucanis because he's my muse + I'll prioritize him first before drawing everyone else + taking a break from original ideas 😭😂

Timelapse here because Tumblr can't upload my video for some reason :( Reference is a VP by the lovely turidtorkil from bluesky!

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I'm so happy you like it and let me play around with this gorgeous picture of him!! 🥰🥰

In love with this beautiful edit of my Amadeo

done by super talented and amazing @turidtorkilsdottir 🥰

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Rook Appreciation Week 2025

Join us in a week dedicated to celebrating Rook!

How it works: Post any form of human-created fanwork (art, writing, gifsets, digital photography, mods, etc.) that celebrates Rook (or any DATV OC) on tumblr. Tag us, @rookappreciationweek, and we'll reblog your work here!

About the prompts: Prompts are optional and non-binding! You can create for any Rook on any day, and interpret the prompts however you wish. You can also ignore them entirely, if you prefer!

‼️This is a Veilguard positive event - please refrain from posting Veilguard critical content as submissions. ‼️The use of generative AI in any form is prohibited for this event.

Check out our FAQs here, or shoot us an ask if you have questions! You can find a text-based list of the prompts below the cut - we look forward to seeing what you create 💜

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Rook Appreciation Week 2025: June 22nd - 28th

Optional Prompts:

June 22 - Aldwir: Maps | Arlathan | Discovery

June 23 - de Riva: Poison | Treviso | Resistance

June 24 - Ingellvar: Bones | Necropolis | Scandal

June 25 - Laidir: Artifacts | Hall of Valor | Treasure

June 26 - Mercar: Slavery | Minrathous | Change

June 27 - Thorne: Darkspawn | Weisshaupt | Independence

June 28 - Non-Canon Rook/Free Space: Ritual | Lighthouse | Duty

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All before you, Chapter 1

Song: All Before You by Kensington

Pictures by me / Max

Read on AO3 >> Link <<

Or below (1,613 words):

Corey scrolled restlessly on his phone screen, both legs shaking as he sat alone in Vince's apartment, waiting. He hated waiting. 

The pictures and letters below his thumb were blurry, as his mind kept playing the conversation he had with Vince a few days ago on repeat:

“I think I know your brother.”

“Know? Vince… he’s dead, remember?”

“No! I mean yes. Yes... I mean another one.”

“What the… there is no other one…”

“Listen. When I saw that photo of Cole on your phone, I had a fucking deeja-vu or whatever you call that. I know a guy who looks exactly like him and I… well I reached out and asked him and he said he has two half-brothers somewhere.”

“Please tell me this isn’t a sick joke.”

“It’s not! I would never… anyway. It’s possible he’s your half-brother and I wanted to ask if you want to meet him.”

“I… I need to think about that...”

Corey had agreed, eventually. And now he was sitting here, waiting to meet a guy who might be related to him. All of this seemed so surreal. His father had hit the road shortly after Corey was born and now he couldn’t help but wonder how many half-siblings were possibly wandering around in town.

His gaze shot towards the door the moment the lock clicked and his stomach cramped so hard that he felt nauseous for a second. When he spotted the man who entered the room behind Vince, Corey almost dropped his phone.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed as soon as he found his voice again, unable to take his eyes off of the dark haired guy who looked like a perfect copy of Cole.

The stranger seemed just as perplexed, probably because the resemblance between him and Corey couldn't be denied either. 

Both of them remained silent for what felt like an agonizing eternity. Until Corey stood up and the stranger walked a step towards him with a nervous huff at the same time. His smile seemed to be strained, yet warm in a way at the same time, when he held out a hand and said: “I’m Gabe. Hi.”

~~~

Some minutes later both men were sitting on the rooftop terrace of Vince’s apartment complex. Corey needed some fresh air. And a cigarette. 

He took a long drag, unable to keep his eyes from wandering to the other guy - Gabe - again and again. Corey was nervous, unsettled, as if his whole body was electrified. His heart kept hammering against his ribcage and his thoughts were a wild chaos of words that he couldn't organise in any meaningful order. The awkward silence between them began to feel heavy. Too heavy to bear any longer. 

“I don’t know what to say,” Corey confessed, helplessly.

“Me neither,” Gabe huffed and for some reason, that made it easier.

“You just… you look so much like him,” Corey said without thinking and then quickly tried to correct himself, “I mean, my brother… the other one…”

Gabe remained calm. Or maybe he was still overwhelmed when he quietly interrupted Corey’s stuttering with: “I know.” 

Grateful for the understanding, Corey went on: “You must be the same age as him.”

“I am,” Gabe agreed. “We're born same year.”

Corey frowned. “How much do you know about us?”

“Just what my mother told me…”

“She knew?”

“Yeh. She. Um…,” Gabe started but apparently needed a moment to collect his thoughts. The conversation seemed to exhaust him and Corey figured he might not be someone to talk much. “Ok, so… my… our father was with our mothers at the same time. Mum found out and made him decide. He chose us. Or so he claimed. Cuz. Well. There's you.”

When he paused to light himself a cigarette, the trembling of his hands did not go unnoticed. Corey observed his body language. An unpleasant thought forced itself upon him, but he kept listening. 

“When you were born he confessed he was still cheatin’ and mum kicked him out,” Gabe explained and exhaled a puff of smoke.

“Hm. Then mine must've done the same. I never got to know him.”

They both took another drag, before Gabe asked carefully: “Would you like to? We're not on best terms but… I could ask?”

Corey looked at him. The unexpected opportunity had taken him by surprise and he thought about it for a moment. But then he shook his head. 

“Um. No. Not now at least. Feels weird. He never tried to contact me, so…”

“Understood,” Gabe said and a weak, kind of sad smile played around his lips.

Again. Silence. With some questions answered, even more had appeared. And with them came assumptions, what-ifs and so, so many whys. Corey stubbed out his cigarette and immediately drew another one from the pack. He didn’t light it though, he just needed something to keep his hands busy.

“How did you find out about us?” he finally voiced one of the many questions he had.

Gabe leaned back, looking up into the night’s sky and squinting his eyes every so slightly. As if he tried to remember. 

“Mum was having a rant once. Dunno, I was twentyfour or something. Blurted out that dad was an unfaithful prick and had two other sons and stuff. Hit me like a brick.”

“Must've, yeah,” Corey said, momentarily distracted by the way Gabe ran his thumbs over the sides of his fingertips while one of his legs rocked almost imperceptibly but steadily. The unpleasant thought became a bitter suspicion and Corey felt as if a knot in his stomach was tightening. Yet once again, he shoved it aside. Not willing to risk the fragile peace between them.

Instead, he asked: “So, you knew about us but never wanted to meet us… why now?”

Gabe turned his head quickly and almost apologetically explained: "I wanted to. Asked our dad where you lived and met Cole once.”

Corey furrowed his brows. “You did?”

“Yeah. Think you were at school that day or somethin’.”

“He never told me that.”

A deep exhale escaped Gabe, before he looked away again, leaning forward and facing the floor between his legs. The sad smile reappeared. “Guessed so. He asked me to leave and never contact you again.”

“Why?” Corey shot back immediately, confused and upset about what he had just learned. 

And despite the bitter suspicion it hit him like a punch when Gabe murmured: “Said you already had enough addicts in your life.”

Corey slowly leaned back in his chair and lit the second cigarette.

Gabe’s words had hurt something hidden so deep inside him that he was surprised it was still there. A glimpse of hope. A little spark of joy. Destroyed by one little word: Addict. 

Oh how he hated to be right. The moment Gabe had stepped into Vince’s flat Corey had felt something was off. That aura of shame and nervousness, the restless hands and legs, the way he almost devoured his cigarette… It all had alarmed him from metres away and still, Corey had hoped he was wrong. He was so tired all of a sudden.

“What’s your poison?” he heard himself ask quietly.

In the corner of his eye he saw Gabe’s shoulders sinking even lower. Hesitation. Shame most likely. It was an uncomfortable question, clearly.

But Gabe answered: “Smash. Most of the time. Sometimes something stronger.”

“Glitter?”

“No! I’m not touching that shit…”

“Good. It killed my mum.”

“I figured.”

“And my boyfriend, too.”

“Shit.”

“Indeed.”

Corey closed his eyes. His body felt heavier now and for a second he wished he was somewhere else. Wished, he could turn back time to the point where he didn’t know about Gabe and was able to move on from his past. To get better. To heal.

But he couldn’t. And he opened his eyes again when Gabe’s words broke the silence: “I… I’m trying to quit.”

The sad, almost desperate tone in his voice pulled at Corey’s heart. Pictures of the past forced themselves upon him. The impatience of his mother, her shaking hands, the sweat… and Alex, trembling and crying in pain whenever he had tried to get clean. It was a downward spiral, almost impossible to escape. Hell on earth. He knew that and an old habit led him to make a decision.

“I could try to help you with that,” he offered, tilting his head to the side to meet Gabe’s surprised expression.

The darkness probably played a trick on him but it seemed like Gabe’s eyes were tearing up a little when he quietly asked: “Are you sure?”

Corey nodded. “Guess I have room for another addict in my life now.”

Gabe huffed. “That so?” 

“Yeah… I'd like to get to know you.”

“Okay,” Gabe said with a hint of a smile.

The corner of Corey’s mouth twitched slightly and he allowed a faint spark of hope to settle in his chest again. Maybe things would work out this time. Maybe he could heal more than just himself.

~~~~~

But I will warn you

That I've done this all before you

And I hoped I had it in me

But I just don't get it

Yet

But I hope to

'Cause I've seen this all before you

And I thought I had it in me

But I just don't get It

Yet

~~~~~

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When Lucanis tells Viago he's dating (Crow!) Rook...

Commission by the lovely @colorisandoo

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Inspired by this cult moment of "Legend"