#nonbinary rook

[postmanlee514]

Spite did a favor for Lucanis

I love Emmerich talks with Rookanis

[madameoni]

Veritas "Rook" Ingellvar

Thank you dragon age now I can play as a very weird nonbinary femme goth and date an old man. Better believe I will obsess over her as much as I obsessed over Elaar, and more probably.

[ofcrowsanddragons]

The next chapter of my Rookanis fic, A Working Relationship:

Secret identities. Demons. A few short weeks to stop a slaughter in Minrathous.

Mags de Riva fucked up while succeeding on a contract. One of the other Talons is out for blood.

Viago finds himself in the unenviable position of needing to send Mags on a contract that's designed to get them killed. And the unenviable position of asking someone that he doesn't fully trust (Lucanis Dellamorte) for help in keeping Mags alive.

Lucanis is only thinking of fulfilling a favour to the Fifth Talon when he agrees not to tell Viago's young Crow that he's the First Talon's grandson. He doesn't know that Mags is hiding a much bigger secret.

The two Crows know they're hunting demons... but which demons are already haunting them?

Latest Chapter Start with Chapter 1

In the latest chapter of A Working Relationship:

��It's not a spell I've seen before,” said Luca. “Not in that particular form.” And he would have seen a lot of them, was the mage-killer’s underlying message. “Here,” I said, gesturing with my hand over the table. “Hold out your hand with the chain.” I was lucky to be working with someone who wasn't particularly afraid of magic, although I had the feeling that to him, being afraid of magic would have been like being afraid of a blade in the dark. There's little purpose in fearing something that defines your life. (link)

[flushwithdarlings]

argentei, tenderly holding lucanis' face between their hands: lucanis, I need you to do something really important for me.

lucanis: yes, anything. say the word and they're already dead.

argentei: okay...could you please, please......drink some water instead of just coffee?

lucanis: hm...

argentei: pretty please?

lucanis: ...I can certainly try.

spite: WHAT.

[avoyagerinspace]

A little late to the party, but here's Isra and @ottobooty's Velani for OC Kiss Week! What's better than a pirate Rook? Two pirate Rooks kissing.

[aamuusva]

thinking of crow!Rook lately

[lemonlilactea]

Aaah emmrich/Rook wip

NSFW and unfinished and I'm bad at this

It's late, as far as he can tell. It's always hard to tell in the Lighthouse, but it seems most of the team is nestled away in their rooms, a soft quiet laying over the air. Emmrich left Lucanis in the kitchen, nursing his 3rd cup of coffee, to retire to his own room, noting that even Rook appeared to be resting as well. He was glad of it, knowing their leader often neglects their own care for the sake of the greater good, and they even brush it off when it's mentioned. With a sigh, he feels a wave of fondness for them, stubborn and strong as they are. 

His own room is warm, bright flames licking the stone, his books and trinkets filling the space. He even added a larger, comfier chair beside the little table holding his gift from Rook, that lovely statue they bought him. The chair is fit for two, if one is on the other's lap, at least, and they both quite enjoy spending time reading books curled into each other. Lately, of course, time is less and less available to them, and he sighs to himself, regretful. A blossoming romance, one to rival any garden, a fragrance of adoration lingering in his mind when they leave the room. Their skin, softer than any petals, and their eyes brighter than any bloom. Everything about them, Emmrich takes in wholly, and often. He's caught himself staring, likely looking a besotted fool, dreamy and far off as he gazes at their features in moonlight, or crackling flame.

As he moves toward the statue gift, his fingers trailing the details of the carved stone, a noise catches his attention. Quiet and muffled, it sounds like it comes from Rooks's room, through the cracks of the wall. Emmrich, ever naturally curious, takes the few steps to lean his ear toward the widest gap in the cold stone of the wall. It's quiet for a moment, and he thinks he may have imagined it, but there, again- a gasp, stuttered breathing. Sounds of motion and the familiar effort of staying quiet reach his ears, the effect of a hand muffling a moan one he knows well. Heat tears through him, and he has to brace a hand on the wall at the unexpected strength of sudden arousal. 

Rook is moaning, in their room. He'd have to be an idiot not to put the pieces together, they're obviously masturbating, he can hear another moan barely creep into his hearing. His own breathing has already quickened, and he has to swallow the lump in his throat.

He should step away, stop listening in. They would want privacy, they wouldn't want someone, him, listening in, would they? But he can't make himself do it. His hands clenched into fists against the wall, his head turned to keep an ear near the crack, feeling a chill breeze pass his skin, seeping into his Rooks's room. If only he could follow, simply ease through the gaps and caress their skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His lips, leaving a trail of kisses and marks, possessive and tender and- 

Before he can either stop himself or shake out of his reverie, something beyond a simple groan creeps through the crack. A word? Not quite, he thinks, straining to listen, no shred of shame for the way he's pressed against the wall, listening to his darling moan into empty air. 

‘Emmrich..’

His eyes widen, his jaw drops and he feels another searing round of heat clench his gut. They're calling his name, touching themself. They're thinking of him, just as he thinks of them in those nights where he'd rut into his fist, biting a pillow to muffle his own cries of their name. He almost has to gasp for air, the realization of the fact they want him just as badly as he needs them. 

Without thought, one of his hands falls from the wall to squeeze his length through the fabric of his trousers, the material a little strained by his growing interest. Emmrich has to actively remind himself to keep quiet, to keep his reactions to the unknown show to a soft whimper. He wishes he could see through the little gap in the wall, wishes he knew how they touched themself. If they'd let him touch like that. His hands, adorned in gold, trailing down the curve of their side, gripping the flesh of their thigh or gripping hard enough to bruise. The way he would revere them, every movement a ritual of adoration, a piece of proof of his devotion to them, to his Rook, his dearest.

Another moan from their room, louder now, as if they're losing the presence of mind to quiet themselves. His hips press into his hand, into the wall, and he leans his forehead to the cool stone to try and regain some kind of composure. It would be more possible if he couldn't hear the gasping breaths from Rook in the other room, the mental image of their lips parted and their eyes half lidded making him clench his jaw. They'd look lovely with a flush across their cheeks, and their chest, for that matter. A stunning, unique specimen, a prime example of everything he could possibly want, everything he craves. In truth, he's had to keep himself from distraction anytime they've shown any kind of skin, and it makes him feel all the more desperate for them. 

And gods, what would their touch be like? Would they want him to lead, or would they? Rook, their strong hands running through his hair, gripping his shoulders, trailing across the expanse of his constantly covered form. Their fingers, tracing teasingly along his waistband, under his shirt, across his chest…

He takes a shaky inhale, face half pressed into the stone as his hips roll into his own grip once more. A brief, quiet sound of his own tumbles from his lips like a drop of rain, hardly noticeable in the torrent of sensation that his body is providing. What he wouldn't give to tear this wall down, break the barrier between them so that he might show Rook in every feasible manner how much he wants. 

He can't help but let his hand begin to move against his length, pressing into the fabric roughly as his mind continues to paint a picture of lust, each movement a brushstroke in his mind, the image of his Rook laid below him, their chest heaving with breath. He can picture it, their hair below them like a halo, their fingers entwined with his. In his mind's eye, his teeth graze their neck just as a real gasp slips through the wall again, as if they can feel his imagined motions.

A stuttered breath of his own makes him lean into the wall and pause, needing to recenter and think. Is this a terrible idea, getting himself off at the whimpers and groans through a crack in the stone? Would he be able to look at them after without the echo of their pleasure in his mind? And, oh, what would they think if they saw him like this? Desperate, pathetic little whines into the stone, his body pressing itself forward to find any kind of pressure, anything more. Would they stare, their eyes raking over his form, watching his attempts to be quiet while his hand shoves into the fabric, the metal of his rings meeting hot flesh with yet another noise he tries to muffle. 

He has to turn, his back meeting the wall, head leaned back, his teeth biting into the gloved hand covering his own mouth. He wants to be quiet, not to be unheard but so he can strain to listen to the next gasp from Rook’s room. How he wished he could be there, even just watching them as their hands trace along their own skin, deft fingers finding pleasure where they so wish. Those fingers on him, what they might do…Their verbal teasing translating to how they touch him, never quite where he’d want. Emmrich feels his back arch from the wall and his grip tighten around his length, his next breathy gasp matching the one next door. Between moments, he can hear their voice again, a soft plea. ‘Emmrich, please, fuck…’ And if that doesn’t make his jaw drop, along with his gut, stalling his movements lest he finish far sooner than he’d like to admit. In his hazy mind he almost laughs, Rook once again making him feel far younger than his years in so many ways. Instead he inhales a breath that catches in his throat, eyelids fluttering as his hand starts to resume the slow glide up and down, the metal rings adding a tantalizing sensation to the motion. 

He feels near insane, his body in control and his head addled with lust, with need. An inferno under his skin, crawling through his veins, a fire started by Rook, and one that could only ever be quenched by them. 

[wolfwhisperertf]

Lucanis glances over his shoulder, half to make sure Davrin is still following them and half to simply smile at Ashwyn. Their hands intertwined as he leads them down the trail to the hot springs.

“Merida!” Lucanis almost trips over his feet as he startles at what’s behind him, “I always forget about that”

“What?-“ Davrin and Ashwyn ask in unison, glancing around to make sure it’s still just the three of them.

“Elves… your eyes glow”

Davrin lets out a snort and starts blinking his eyes dramatically as Ashwyn just grins.

[and-his-hands-were-24-crows]

-Hold, Still-

My final art of 2024, since I didn't finish the one I was doing on the plane last night. ✨

[sebthesmoll-art]

Accidentally deleted my last post of Nehn, so added two more screenshots of them, cuz you can never have enough Nehn serotonin for your soul!

[kokoa707]

I was going through my screenshots, and I'm telling you.... these two are a little too interested. They were definitely spies left there by Illario. He stormed off in a huff so we would let our guard down. 😤

Also, this was one of my favourite NB dialogue choices—I found it touching and thought it flowed pretty naturally.

[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

[keppsfreakerroom]

AHHHHHH I FUCKING LOVE EMMRICH VOLKARIN

Stupid handsome dapper smart tall talented sexy dumb old man

😭💀😤😤

AHHHHHHH

[mel-hath-no-fury]

**SPOILERS FOR END OF ACT ONE**

Lucanis has been distracted since missing his shot at Ghilhan'nain, and for other reasons as well. Rook believes they might have a solution. As it turns out, they're more open to bringing Spite into the equation than Lucanis would have predicted, and his attraction isn't as one-sided as he let himself believe.

Shameless smut, in which Lucanis pines horrendously for Rook, Spite plays devil's advocate, and both take turns showing Rook what it means to make love with a demon.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite Additional Tags: nonbinary rook, Can also be read as a gender neutral Rook, Smut, Romance, Desperation, Pining, graphic depictions of yearning, Inappropriate use of Spite, Concerns about dubious con followed by enthusiastic consent, Spite has never had a physical body before so he kind of goes to town, lucanis is down bad, Blowjobs, Marathon Sex, Overstimulation, porn with traces of plot, Plot spoiler for end of act one Summary:

[mothmanadjacent]

I've been playing DragonAge Veilguard and I need an enemies to lovers route with Solas IMMEDIATELY

[bearchuckles]

Emmrich and Mors "Rook" Mercar

(Please do not take, save, use for AI training or repost- Thank you! Reblogs are fine ♥ )

Detail pictures and ramblings under the cut.

ooooh my gooooodness this took forever to finish! to be fair I did kinda get stuck in details mode where I obsess over every single little thing. Originally I started this with the intent to do it in the Arcane style (haven't seen the show but I rather like the art.) which is why the painting is so.... clunky? around the faces. I was trying (really hard) to sort of keep that messy sharp look about it but I fell into old habits by the time I reached the clothes and away I went. I actually did nearly all of this on stream (my twitch link is in my pinned post if anyone wants to watch future projects) If I had to pick a favorite part.... oh it's a real toss up between Emmrich's waistcoat, Mors' hand, and the dagger. (The dagger came out so good yall!) Anyhow you can find the fic that it's for on my AO3. (and you can find my AO3 on my pinned post) Least favorite part? uuuh, Emmrich's cummerbund-sash-thing. That thing did not want to cooperate.