#mage rook

[att9me]

Amir (again 🙃)

At the behest of @koda-ishere, more pics of Amir ft. Davrin, Assan, & Taash ❤️

[therookandthecrow]

Am I going to write about Davrin having an unrequited crush on Lucanis in my fic? It's more likely than you think.

[postmanlee514]

Spite did a favor for Lucanis

I love Emmerich talks with Rookanis

[erika-xero]

For @dancing--lights! Livia - also known as Rook - and detective Neve Gallus.

Working on this illustration was s a pure delight! ~

[novarunestone]

Veilguard Masterlist

An Echo, A Forethought, A Prayer (pre-release fics of Taliesin x Lucanis)

Please bear in mind that the fics in this series were written and posted pre-release. So certain things may have unfolded differently or be out of character once the game released in full. I was too excited and impatient to resist posting about Taliesin.

Coffee Beans and the Heat of Desire (one-shot/complete)

Lucanis takes a healing Taliesin to Treviso to stretch her legs. Coffee is shared and so are confessions.

It Stems from Love (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin and Spite have very different ideas on what's best for Lucanis. And Lucanis doesn't want Taliesin anywhere near Spite.

The Birds and the Bees (one-shot/complete)

The rest of the Veilguard knows that Taliesin and Lucanis are hiding something and decide to make a wager. Taliesin does her best to distract Lucanis.

Driven to Distraction (one-shot/complete)

A series of snapshots from Lucanis' POV as he gets to know Taliesin and sort out some emotions he isn't familiar with once he joins the Veilguard.

Canvas of a Lover (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin and Lucanis share a moment and reflect on the meaning of scars. Even the ones that can't be seen.

Precious Cargo (one-shot/complete)

Taliesin welcomes a new member of the Veilguard. Lucanis notices she has an endearing habit.

[evenstarre]

pushing my davrook agenda

[awkward-tension-art]

Oops. Having thoughts.

Mage!Rook forced through the Rite of Tranquility. I can imagine Lucanis would shut down entirely and Spite would take over for actual days on end out of pure, unadulterated rage.

[ofcrowsanddragons]

He'll never say a word, but it makes Lucanis breathless with worry. Rook is a force of nature in battle, wielding a mage knife as though born with it in hand. Lightning crackles across the killing field, and death stalks their enemies in the form of the slight mage. An unstoppable force.

The younger Crow wears light regalia barely sturdy enough to turn away a knife in the back. One straight hit from an axe or a sword means death. To Lucanis, every dodge or block feels like a grain of sand in an hourglass.

All he can do is push aside the feeling. All he can do is be fast enough, strong enough, good enough that the final blow will never land.

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

[ladyzirkonia]

Lucanis and Callisto

I saw this and it's just perfect for them. 😂

[sakharinedragon]

More mage shots. Maker, I love the animations in this game so much! 🫦

[scalpelsister]

Goodbye, Varric, and thank you.

[therookandthecrow]

If only you knew the extent of what my Rook sees in you, Lucanis. ❤️

[postmanlee514]

Spite: Rook. No Need. For Cape.

Rook: Yeah, I’ve already got yours.

And Lucanis just can’t stop thinking Rook wearing his cape.

I LOVE my best team so much

[pathfinderslog]

🔸 Morning Ritual

Inner Demons (7/?)

Full chapter on AO3

She picked up the small box containing her morning ritual kit, with lyrium-infused paints, and sat cross-legged in front of the room's large aquarium. She could not leave without reinforcing the seals, so she took all the time she needed to go over the lines on her body one by one.

She grasped the brush firmly in her right hand and began to trace the patterns on the left side of her body, starting at the ankle, moving gently up the leg, lingering on the thigh and torso, then tracing the lines on the arm as well. As she concentrated she began to intone a litany in ancient Tevinter, adjusting her breathing, one breath after another, falling in a sort of trance.

𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑚, 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎,

𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒, 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑜.

𝐻𝑖𝑐 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑜.

No one had ever explained the meaning of those words to her, she had simply learnt them by heart since she was a child, assimilating the sound, intoning the dirge in an absorbed voice, just as she had been taught. Her movements were fluid and precise, never detaching the bristles from her skin except to dip in another colour.

𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑖.

𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑢𝑠

In the end she went on to trace the marks on her face. This last step was always the most painful. She felt a jolt run through her whole body, through those freshly drawn lines, which when they reached her face seemed almost to tighten into a vice, as if her whole body were being chained by burning coils.

𝑁𝑢𝑛𝑐 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖, 𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡.

𝐷𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑜. 𝑈𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑒.

When the last syllable was uttered, the lines she had just traced lit up with a soft orange glow, sizzling along their length. She gritted his teeth. They burned terribly, but it was a sensation to which she was accustomed.

[sunshinecatmom]

I am taking a mini break from Elven because I made his half sister and I love her. I will share her tomorrow. I did mess up making their mom. She looks way more like my old Inquisitor in this playthrough. Might make some more meme's because you all like them. Thank you all for all the likes and support. I really appreciate it.