redgana
Sawyer
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Sawyer | he/him |🇯🇴 | 19 | anti-white supremacy and bigots in general.
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redgana · 7 days ago
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redgana · 18 days ago
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Rook always seemed nervous going to treviso- wonder why
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redgana · 18 days ago
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Your warden rook is maximum Michelin stars dish
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i am so obsessed with him you've no idea
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redgana · 20 days ago
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His usual eye broke while they were visiting Antoine and Evka in hossberg. Bellara felt so bad she made him a new one
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redgana · 21 days ago
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YOU made me happy this year, congratulations!!!!! You’re awesome <3
you are also awesome ! a lovely mutual to have !!
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redgana · 21 days ago
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First time doing weisshaupt as a warden rook and boy was it so much funnier and sadder
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redgana · 22 days ago
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that’s how they found out that rook’s ‘good side’ wasn’t just vanity
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redgana · 24 days ago
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put down the world, soldier mine. your body is strong, i know, but you are not granite. your shoulders were not made to bend so steep. your knees were not made to buckle so low. your bones were not made to hold so much. Atlas was a condemnation, not a guidebook on how to bear the weight of the world.
rest your wings, soldier mine. you were made to fly, i know, but not like this. the sun above is not meant to be your seduction. the ocean below is not meant to be your enemy. the jetstream is not meant to be your companion. Icarus was a warning, not a challenge to see how high you can soar.
lay down your weapons, soldier mine. you fight so well, i know, but not every battle is yours. your fists are not damned to be perpetual weapons. your scars are not damned to mark you in disgrace. your blood is not damned to spill upon a sword. Achilles was a tragedy, not an instruction manual on how to fight to your death.
soldier mine, you are not Atlas nor Icarus nor Achilles.
you are only you, soldier mine, and i am only yours, and we are only this here now.
- by sylvie (j.p.)
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redgana · 1 month ago
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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking
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redgana · 1 month ago
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beep beep Beep beeep BEEP BEEP BEEEP BEEP BEEEEP
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Beeeeeeeeeeeeppp
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redgana · 1 month ago
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drink orange juice trust me. there is nothing in this world that i do not believe an orange can fix
my head is trying to kill me (headache)
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redgana · 1 month ago
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To say that there wasn't much time for personal pursuits for Rook during the course of their shared trials would have a vast understatement, to put it lightly. As much as Rook would have loved to take the time to spoil Lucanis with every bit of joy they could foist upon him, the gods killing bit of their goals did get in their way significantly.
That is why the moment the dust had settled and Rook had done enough of the cleanup to not look like they were entirely skipping out on their responsibilities, they shoved a camp pack into Lucanis' hands and said 'come with me, it'll be fun, I promise'
And initially, Rook seemed like the biggest liar ever to walk Thedas, what with slugging across miles of Orlesian countryside, instant coffee causing that ever so charming wrinkle on Lucanis' nose bridge, both their boots utterly covered in mud, gunk, and a whole host of other things that Rook didn't want to think too hard about. But, much like all plans that Rook lays, it eventually worked itself out, with a distinctive cry in the distance and a rumble in the ground beneath them telling Rook that the tip they'd gotten from Harding on Wyvern roaming grounds did bear fruit.
The prior slow, steady pace of traversing the wilderness was forgotten, as Rook now had to break out into an all out sprint to keep pace with Lucanis' frenzied excitement. He may not have had spite's wings carrying him forward, but Rook would swear to any god left in this world that in that moment Lucanis flew. Thankfully for Rook's (abused and sore) feet, the scramble took them only a short distance, to the top of a grassy hill that offered a lovely vantage of Rook's intended destination; It was near picturesque, what with the sunlight perfectly hitting the beast's scales, the landscape framing it perfectly, the clear, perfect vantage point that let them stare at the wyvern with little fear of discovery- but to be truthful, Rook barely glanced at it. Hell, they'd be hard pressed to remember the color of the wyvern if you'd asked them. No, what they did remember was Lucanis.
The immeasurable, clear and open look of joy on his face was carved into Rook's memory. The way his eyes crinkled into perfect crow's feet, the way his lips stretched into the biggest grin Rook had ever been blessed to see on him, the apple of his cheeks turned pink from the excitement of it all. Even the glimpses of purple glow in his eyes, flickering forth as he and Spite feasted on the sight of it. Not to mention the sounds of it all- if you'd asked Lucanis what he most remembered hearing, he'd probably say the wyvern's call, the sound of it's heavy claws hitting the ground, the piercing shriek of it's roar- but Rook's favorite noise had to be the small gasp of disbelief from their favorite crow, his muttered assessments of type and breed of wyvern, and oh, how could Rook forget. The way he whispered Rook under his breath, so excited to catch a glimpse of his beast of legends.
Rook thinks they could've lived in that moment, they couldn't tell you how long they were there for, but to Rook, years would not have been enough. Somehow despite all the victories they'd carved out against impossible odds, the cities they'd saved, and gods they'd killed, the biggest victory was seeing a look of childlike wonder returned to Lucanis' face, unburdened by the heavy hand that fate saw fit to give him.
So although Rook hardly remembers what the wyvern looked like, or sounded like, or even how big it was- they can say for certain that it's their favorite.
(i'm not really a writer, but this post made me go a bit feral.)
After their fight against the gods is done, after the Veil is once again secured, I imagine Rook wanting to do something for Lucanis - something special. Especially since they finally can. After much deliberation (approximately 15 seconds and a side glance at the wyvern-tooth dagger sitting carefully on Lucanis' night stand), Rook has a wyvern-spotting adventure planned. A bag sits ready with camping gear, food rations, a wyvern species encyclopedia, a journal and all the art supplies they could find within a few hours.
Convincing Lucanis takes less than a minute, and the next thing they know, they’re hiking across the Orlesian wilderness.
The first wyvern they spot will be permanently engraved into Rook’s memory – whether that’s from the beast’s presence or from Lucanis’ reaction is up for debate (is it really, though?). Regardless, Rook will inevitably become an expert on that particular species of wyvern.
“Rook!” “Rook.” RookRookRook, look!” “ROOK.” They swear that last one was Spite, but Lucanis calls out them every few minutes during their adventure, each time a wyvern so much as blinks funny. There, Rook is witness to one of the biggest (and longest-lasting) grins Lucanis has ever displayed. Eyes bright, body practically buzzing with excitement as they crouch behind cover. Rook doesn’t know if anything can beat the feeling pounding at their chest.
Rook reaches an important conclusion, they fucking love wyverns.
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redgana · 1 month ago
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heeppy hoolida
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redgana · 1 month ago
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Rumble Feature
This was supposed to be a quick joke comic but I got all up in my feels about the first panel so
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redgana · 1 month ago
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My rook had a hero’s crush on Hawke as a teenager. Now he’s cosplaying as him in game.
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redgana · 2 months ago
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The Hawke armor for dragon age day got me thinking what If these two did meet
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redgana · 2 months ago
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what lucanis sees when Rook visits
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