#dragon age headcannons

[hallaslin]

Does anyone have random Dragon Age headcannons that don't really have any big implications and just make things a little more fun?

I'll start: I've always thought that Blackwall/Thom Rainer is half-elven. No real reason beyond me thinking that his nose looked the way elf noses in Da2 looked and deciding so. I also think it makes his story sorta juxtapose Michele de Chevin's and may have motivated him (at least a bit) to decline the Chevaliers offer at the Grand Tourney

[higheverweave]

Rook to Solas:

So the inquisitor is your ex?….

… how did you drop the ball that badly?

I mean … c’mon Most people in Thedas would never dream of letting her go…

But just so we are clear she is single right?….

RooK @ Lavellan In front of Solas:

i need veilguard squad & solas to be the funniest involuntary roommates ever

[crowinkwriting]

Spite is a creature of habit and looses it when things change suddenly, especially if no one has bothered to sit him down and talk about said change. Once he lives somewhere that is his home. Once he likes someone this is his friend. Anything that breaks his bubble is a threat and he will make his annoyance be known. Lucanis moved back to Antiva? Spite became a feral little gremlin for a solid week. (He chills out once he gets used to it)

Rook had to go on a trip? He will not shut up about finding Rook until she comes back.

Worse. Lucanis has a contract to deal with? Spite will be pestering him the whole time to hurry up so they can go home.

He's a creature of habit, and he makes it everyone else's problem.

[sevrinve]

shapeshifter lavellan and her dreadwolf husband

[rh-ood]

Morrigan dragon age redesign 😎

[higheverweave]

Yall im sorry I cant get Corrupted Inquisitor (Elgarnan’s champion of vengance.) out of my head

Elgarnaan once free purposefully goes after Lavellan after hearing about the skyweaver who lost everything on so many occasions

Elgarnaan uses magic to repress everything that makes the Inquisitor a hero. Elgarnaan removes regret ,remorse, guilt and sets The Inquisitor loose as his champion of Vengeance (Bonus points if mage,female or non-binary,or non human race.)

The first place the Inquisitor goes for Vengeance?… The chantry that took the most prevalent trauma of their life and exploited it for a hero story thrusting them in a position they did not ask for or consent to… derailing the life they had and replacing it with an uncertain one under public scrutiny (Again bonus points if they have their own gods.)

For corrupted Lavellan specific The Second target would be the Duke of Wycome and everyone who works for him a Clan for a Clan. (Justice under the influence of Elgarnaan.)and corrupted Lavellan is the opposite of Inquisitor Lavellan they don’t forgive the Duke of Wycome, they don’t move on they camp out in the ruins once belonging to clan Lavellan where the bodies of all they knew and loved are buried and they hunt every one of the Duke of Wycome’s men down slowly. Corrupted Lavellan makes them feel every inch of what Lavellan believed their clan would have…. corrupted Lavellan is cold tactics only… and the Duke of Wycomes men are killed on by one brutally in a way that is the opposite of the Lavellan The Inquisition knew.

For Qunari Inquisitor this would be them going after the Qun who used them as a puppet their whole lives who stripped them of thought of choice of will… Now Corrupted Inquisitor will strip them of the exact same an eye for an eye

Now Regular Human super privilege Inquisitor would go after the Exalted Council next forcibly thrust into a position they didn’t ask for to gain eyes on them they never asked for only to have these people strip it away as soon as it was given toying with the Inquisitors life again?! Then having the audacity to say that They gave the inquisition too much power…. Maybe they should learn what too much power actually is? What it feels like to have your entire life subjected to the puppet strings of another unseen hand

Corrupted Inquisitor the champion of Elgarnaan then turns their Vengeful gaze on Their shared “Enemy.” Solas/Fenharel. The corrupted Inquisitor under the influence of Elgarnaan confronts Solas on every repressed thought and memory they had on his betrayal.

For Corrupted Lavellan its worse it is so much worse because either Solas sees the love of his life or one of his closest/only friends corrupted into the opposite of everything they stood for and acting in a way that would horrify and disgust normal Lavellan It is like looking into the eyes of a stranger and he is forced to be in the position he put the Inquisitor in. Kill them to save everyone or make them remember who they are through great effort

in freeing The Inquisitor from Elgarnaans influence Solas has to confront all his own shit to help them confront theirs and break Elgarnaans hold over them

Im sorry Im a little obsessed with corrupted Inquisitor

UwU

Yall realize Solas let out Elgarnan out most likely …. Elgarnan is the god of revenge Which character in this series would have the most reason to get revenge on a large amount of people?

The Inquisitor and it works for almost every origin

Warrior Inquisitor getting revenge on mages

Qunari Inquisitor taking out years of pent up frustration at the Qun

Dwarf Inquisitor getting revenge on the cartels and gangs of the deeproads

Mage Inquisitor hunting Templars

And elvhen specific is juicy ….

Imagine Elgarnan using magic to alter Lavellan’s morals based on their pain and trauma …. Imagine Elgarnan taking away the one thing holding Lavellan back their Empathy…and ability to feel remorse

Now imagine the roles are reversed and the Inquisitor is the big bad and Solas has to stop them

[an-established-butt-dent]

Solas spends his days in the rotunda, meanwhile...

Lavellan is lost in thought.

"Darling, if you are not carefull one of these days a book will drop down and crack an egg."

"Hm? What did you say Dorian?"

[ammyramblings]

In my HC Crow Rook teasing Lucanis about having two houses is hilarious because like… Viago definitely has two houses.

This is the man who wouldn’t be seen dead with a bottle of wine at least three times as expensive as this, who sends Rook to get info during an occupation at least a little for the art exposure and is also canonically arguably the most paranoid man in Thedas.

There’s no part of me that doesn’t headcannon that he has two houses he has the family villa where all the crows of House de Riva are welcome and all the crows in other houses think he lives and then he has his actual villa where he lives and only Rook knows about it. In fact when she finds Teia there one day during a sabbatical from the lighthouse that’s how she knows Viago is seriously serious about Teia because only two, now three, people in the world know of this house and who lives there.

[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 15

[Lucanis is making dinner in preparation for Taash, Bellara, and Rook to return from the Fangscorcher mission; Emmrich and Harding have two more days on their camping trip. Things seem calm… until they aren’t.]

{this snippet is from Lucanis’s POV. There is also a part two, from Naimeryn’s. The events of these snippets occur chronologically shortly after the events of Snippet 10 (drunk handholding).}

CW/TW: blood, burns, battlefield medicine

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“You know, after Weisshaupt, I was always a little afraid you were gonna poison my dinners,” Davrin admitted.

Lucanis laughed. “I am a prof—“

He felt Spite, like a surge in his head. He came on so fast and so strong out of dormancy that he had no chance to even attempt to maintain control. Dread overtook his limbs as Spite forced him to bark out,

“ROOK!”

The knife fell from Lucanis’s hand. Could a demon feel fear? It gripped him in a nearly paralyzing grasp, but Davrin leaping to his feet seemed to give him the motivation he needed. Davrin reached the kitchen door first, but they rushed out of it together. Lucanis leapt the short staircase in a single bound, ready to run all the way to Arlathan if necessary.

“Bellara!” Davrin yelled from behind him. Lucanis’s heart leapt to his throat. Why was Bellara here if Rook was not? “Where is she?”

“The Eluvian room!” Bellara yelled back. “I’ve got to find — Neve! It’s Rook! It’s bad. We need you.”

Lucanis couldn’t breathe. *It’s bad.* He forced his legs to run. Past the stupid kissing skeleton statue Rook had insisted on putting in the courtyard. Past an anxiously squawking Assan jumping around Davrin’s thudding boots. Down the stairs. He had to get to her. Neve and Bellara were flying down the stairs on the opposite side, but he got to the library door first, and tore it open. Thinking better of it, he all but shoved Neve ahead of him.

The four of them took the stairs down two at a time. Neve darted through the door first, and suddenly Lucanis couldn’t move.

“BLOOD. SO MUCH BLOOD.” Hissed Spite.

Davrin pushed him firmly into the Eluvian room. Spite was right. The smell was everywhere.

Naimeryn was barely inside the lighthouse, writhing on the bridge in a puddle of it so big it ran off the edge. Taash gripped her hand tightly and was practically yelling to Neve what had happened in their panic. Lucanis barely heard anything they said. Something about the dragon? No. *Antaam.* Lucanis closed the distance and slid to Naimeryn’s side as she screamed when Neve touched her ripped open side.

No. No, no. This could not be happening.

“Lucanis, did you hear me?” Neve snapped.

“I’m sorry, I —“

“Hold her head!”

Obediently, Lucanis cupped the back of Naimeryn’s head in his hands, resting it on his lap. Her free hand flew up to his face. It was wet — covered in her own blood — but he didn’t care. He nuzzled her hand between his cheek and shoulder.

“Mierda, Rook.”

“Don’t be such a worry wart,” she teased, but her voice was weak and her smile delirious.

“Rook,” Neve warned, “I have to get the sliver out. This is going to *hurt*”

“I can take —“ Naimeryn’s joke was cut off as Neve shoved her ice-wrapped hand *into her body* and she screamed the most horrific scream Lucanis had heard since the Ossuary. He clutched her head, Taash squeezing her hand in one of theirs and pressing the other onto her chest as she arched off the floor.

“I’ve got it!” Neve announced, retracting her hand with a thick spear of WOOD in it.

“How did that—“

“Fuckin’ gaatlok barrel!” Taash snapped, their face screwed up like they were forcing down tears. “I didn’t realize she was on the other side of those Antaam assholes! I didn’t see her! I —“

“Taash,” Naimeryn wheezed. “This is NOT your fa-“

“*I* did this to you, Rook!” Taash snapped.

“No!” Naimeryn said with more force than it seemed possible for her to command. “You were trying to protect Bellara. But you can fix this. Can’t you?”

“What do you—“

“She wants you to stop the bleeding,” Neve said warily.

“What? No! I could burn right through you! I don’t know if I can do that!”

“I don’t know if I can do it myself,” Naimeryn mumbled.

“Stay awake,” Lucanis snapped, giving her head a little shake. “If someone is going to do something, DO IT NOW.”

“Taash,” Neve said. “Can you try?”

“I don’t know! I —“

“Move!”

No one had even seen Davrin leave, but he came running down the stairs now, the end of his sword glowing red.

“Naim—“

“Do it,” she hissed, her fingers gripping Lucanis’s collar and Taash’s hand so tight her knuckles shone white.

Her scream echoed through the chamber for what seemed like hours, and in his skull for much longer. Tears soaked her cheeks and ran into his hands. He bent over on impulse, pressing his lips to her forehead, not even sure what he was whispering to her in Antivan, just anything. Anything to make this better.

Naimeryn lay, panting and sweating, but no longer bleeding, on the floor. Her left side and arm were burned from the gaatlock, and her cauterized wounds smoked as shivers passed through her body. The air reeked of burnt flesh.

“My left really is my bad side,” she wheezed out a weak laugh, and then her eyes fluttered shut.

“Naim!” Davrin grabbed her shoulder, and Lucanis couldn’t breathe.

“She’s just passed out,” Neve sighed. “But she’s lost a lot of blood, and those burns are *bad*. We aren’t out of the woods yet.”

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[PART TWO: Rook wakes in the infirmary three days later]

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Naimeryn’s head was splitting. She groaned and pressed one hand to her forehead, rubbing her eyes before opening them slowly. The infirmary was dimly lit, but she could see Varric was not on his cot. Good; he needed to stretch that damn leg sometimes. She turned her head slightly in the opposite direction, and couldn’t suppress a small smile. Lucanis sat next to her cot, arms crossed, coffee cup in hand, slightly slumped, asleep.

“Lucanis,” she said softly, reaching for his arm.

“ROOK!” The coffee cup clattered to the floor, glowing purple eyes flying open. Figures. “NOT DEAD.”

She chuckled drily. “Hi, Spite. Not this time.”

He hopped up and leaned over her bed. Spite suddenly reminded her immensely of a puppy. A murderous, unhinged puppy.

“How long have you two been sitting there?”

“NOT LONG. WENT TO TREVISO. KILLED ANTAAM. NOT ALL. MANY.”

Naimeryn groaned. “Does Lucanis know?!”

“HIS IDEA. TAASH TOO. ANGER AND FEAR. GUILT AND GRIEF. HE-“

His head ducked, then shook. Eyes, blinking. Brown again.

“What — Rook? ROOK!” He startled awake, his hands flying to cup her face.

“I’m all right. I heard you’ve been bus—mmph!”

His lips crushed hers beneath them in a kiss that was desperation and relief in equal measure. Startled, but pleased, she heard herself gasp even as her fingers threaded through his beard, cupping his jaw. A fire that did not hurt overtook her, spreading warmth outward from its origin in her chest. Creators, but she loved this man.

The thought rattled her. Was it too soon for that to be the case?

He pulled back, breathless, his expression still worried. She teased his beard gently between her fingers.

“I’m going to have to get injured more often,” she smirked.

“Don’t you dare,” he growled, and kissed her again. Her hand slid to the back of his head, pulling him in. She wanted to be closer… but her side ached, and she broke the kiss first.

“Sorry, I… I can’t breathe.”

“Are you all right?”

She puffed out a painful breath as her discomfort grew. “Hurts,” she wheezed.

An excited hiss came from the doorway, followed by a frazzled, “Manfred! Don’t interrupt!”

“It’s all right, Emmrich,” Lucanis said, straightening up away from her. “Do you have something for Rook?”

“Yes, of course,” the mage was nodding as he stepped into the light behind Manfred, laden with his tray and teaset. “We’ve brought tea made with numbing agents to help with the pain.”

“My hero,” Naimeryn smiled weakly. “Welcome home, I guess?”

“Yes,” the older mage tutted sternly. “In the future, I will have to ask that you *not* try to get yourself killed while I’m away, hm?”

Naimeryn sighed, accepting the cup of tea he offered her. “I feel awful. Taash was so upset, but it was me.”

She tapped her left eye, wincing as she bent her bandaged arm to do so.

“I never saw the gaatlock barrels. I’m a Blighted liability in the field, and they think it’s their fault.”

“Focus on the tea,” Lucanis said gently. “We can worry about the rest later.”

[dragonagebrainrotblog]

Alternative ending where Varric gets sucked into the fade prison with Solas but Rook can’t see him bc they only have the tenuous connection to Solas through their blood and so instead of being revealed as Fucking Evil at the end of the game Solas is actually redeemable AND you find out your mentor is still alive and that he has also been a voice of reason for Solas and convinced him to work with you towards the mutual goal of taking down the gods and they have played SO MUCH Wicked Grace to pass the time like the good old days and everyone is happy and gets a good ending LIKE THEY DESERVE

[voelene]

You know, I saw some people theorising (jokingly or not) that Caterina was the one who knitted his little sweater. But I raise you this headcannon : Lucanis knitted it himself. He likes knitting (it involves somewhat stabby needles, and have you seen all the knives on him?), and he finds it meditative like taking care of his blades. And if he likes Rook, he'll knit them a cute little sweater too, maybe a scarf to go with it. Knitting for people is his love language.

[n0kt3rnal]

Bioware: Rook is in charge because they are the most competent, and they stepped up to the role. A born leader, a natural hero, a-

DA Fandom: Rook is a chaotic little goblin who's top skill is being a problem. They probably wear mismatched socks to work and set their kitchen on fire. Also, the government pays them to do this.

[alien-slushie]

Todoroki: Why are you smiling like that? You look suspiciously like the cat that swallowed the pidgeon.

Uraraka: Canary.

Todoroki: What?

Uraraka: I look like the cat that swallowed the canary.

Todoroki: I once had a very large cat-not the point! My point is, why are you smirking?

Uraraka: You were watching him.

Tsuyu: With great interest I might add.

Uraraka: In fact, I believe you were ~enraptured~.

Todoroki: He's Midoriya, I look to him for guidance!

Uraraka: Oh I see.

Tsuyu: And what 'guidance' did you see in those swaying hips?

Todoroki: No no no! I wasn't looking at his hindquarters!

Uraraka: Certainly.

Todoroki: I gazed-glanced in that direction, maybe! But I wasn't staring, or really seeing anything.

Uraraka: Of course.

Todoroki: I hate you guys. You're bad people.

[crowinkwriting]

Headcannoning that Zevran was the one who killed Lucanis's parents for angst reasons.

Caterina sent the two best assassins after that little thorn in her side after he started becoming an issue. Embarrass the Crows in Fereldon is one thing. Killing a Talon is another.

So she sent the two assassins she could rely on the most, only for them to come back in body bags. A message sent. She lost her best assassin and favorite daughter. Worst little Lucanis lost his parents, and all cause Caterina couldn't just leave Zevran alone.

And can Lucanis even hate Zevran for it (I mean he probably does)? Zevran was protecting himself and the love of his life. Who wouldn't do what he did?

[foreverlilmeowmeow]

So I finally got the conversation with Lucanis and Emmerich about Lucanis trying to Gift someone a knife (spoiler it's Viago) and what I find so funny about this conversation is that in my own head cannon that I've created is that my crow!Rook is the younger sibling of Viago and that she knew about this little flirt back then. What she wasn't expecting, though (years later), that she would end up being with Lucanis instead. Does Lucanis still have feelings for Vi? More than likely not, but at least he'll still be apart of the de Riva family after all, and instead of being with Vi he ended up with my Rook.

[ferniliciousness]

I obviously love Ghilan'nain too much for just how evil the games portray her as.... But also like....

Was she innocent once? Was her craftminship and creation once a thing of love and beauty? Did her hands once mold things for the heart?

Imagine a young, more innocent her, seeing and falling immediately in love with Andruil. A newly born elf, already far from the line of Evanuris, but still she admires from afar. In vain hope, she starts making things for the great huntress. At first it's simple things, like Halla and boars, bears and giant nugs, for the great and beautiful Andruil to chase and hunt to her hearts desire. And then, seeing the joy it brings her misbegotten love, she just keeps making, just keeps going, every creature more and more monstrous, all just for the attention of the one she loves and admires. Until one day Andruil comes to her herself, asking for the very creatures she has made. And the very thing she had hoped for from the very beginning happens, they fall in love.

Andruil hunts take them further and she gets ever stronger, always helped by the mother of monsters. Until she goes too far. More and more nights Andruil returns, reeking of rot, reeking of blight. She tells Ghilan'nain tales of great beasts, her own creations which were twisted and corrupted by the red. She brings more and more of it home, bringing it to her love so she can make even more glorious beasts.

Ghilan'nain loves her, how can she say no? Bigger, stronger, quicker, more. There is no end to her loves desires, not until the blight itself turns into putty in her hands.... But then.... It's too late isn't it..... Her love has changed.... Corrupted by the very things she made her....