#rook is a seagull

[ducksido]

Hi, kinda a request but first. HELLO SHAKESPEARE???(/ref) like, wdym we're moots??? I hav ur notifs active????

So, request:

Rook having a soft spot (those that make u laugh when someone strokes it) on, like, his neck or the veiny part of his wrist and reader is desesperately trying to touch that part just to hear Rooks actual laugh (cause i refuse to believe his South African ass does not have a seagull laugh).

Also, (this is optional, ofc) extra points if Rook is slowly descending to (lovesick) madness cause reader is tackling him and pulling WWE wrestler moves just to touch said soft spot.

(you must be my Christopher Marlowe then [^∇^])

Y/N had a mission.

A sacred mission.

Rook Hunt—NRC’s poetic menace, master archer, and professional lurker—had a weak spot. A true, bonafide soft spot that, when touched, could crack that mask of poetic nonsense and bring forth his true laugh. Not that soft, refined chuckle he always did, but his actual laugh. The one Y/N was convinced sounded like a seagull and a hyena fighting for dominance.

And they were going to hear it. No matter what it took.

The first attempt had been subtle. A casual brush of fingers along his wrist as they handed him a book in the library. Rook, the slippery bastard, simply smiled, tilting his head. “Quelle intention espiègle, mon cher ami. A test of reflexes, perhaps?”

Y/N grinned. “Oh, I’ve only just begun.”

By the third attempt—an ‘accidental’ pat to the back of his neck—Y/N had fully committed. This was war.

Rook, to his credit, managed to dodge most of their attempts with his ridiculous hunter’s instincts. But even he could not escape the inevitability of a determined Y/N.

One afternoon, Y/N lay in wait. Patient. Calculating. Dangerous.

Rook strolled past Ramshackle’s porch, whistling a tune, unknowing of the force about to descend upon him.

Y/N struck.

Tackling him like a linebacker, they wrapped their arms around his neck, fingers digging into the spot just below his ear.

Rook buckled. His whole body spasmed, a sound erupted from him that defied human comprehension.

A shrill, wheezing cackle split the air, like a dying seagull choking on its own hubris.

Victory was so, so sweet.

Y/N held on as he writhed, laugh cracking into gasping, hiccupping giggles that sent them into their own fit of laughter.

“You—!! Mon dieu—!!” Rook tried to escape, but his body betrayed him, shaking with uncontrollable mirth.

“I KNEW IT!” Y/N cried, triumphant. “I KNEW YOU LAUGHED LIKE A SEAGULL!”

Rook, breathless and weak, lay sprawled out as Y/N perched over him like a victorious predator.

His green eyes glowed with something unreadable, something dangerous.

“Mon coquin rusé,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “You have—” a breath, “ensnared me in a most inescapable trap.”

Y/N blinked. “Are you—are you okay?”

Rook only smiled.

No.

Oh no.

The hunter had become the hunted.

Before Y/N could react, they found themselves flipped onto their back, Rook looming over them with an intensity that sent alarms blaring in their head.

“Chéri,” he purred, voice giddy with exhilaration, madness creeping into his tone. “You have gifted me the joy of laughter—I must, in turn, return the favor.”

…

The screams of pure, unfiltered REGRET could be heard across the entirety of NRC that evening.

[3gremlins]

between these seagulls??? and the massive dragon age inquisition ravens, i'm not sure anyone at bioware knows how big birds are supposed to be XD (even if they're meant to be a bigger sea bird, they're still pretty big. but their beaks and behavior is definitely gull-like so idk. if they were like more pelican shaped i could give it to them)

[lagunapoint]

Can Rook romance Inquisitor Lavellan? *twirls hair around finger*

In the style of Vivienne's unreciprocated hearts or light flirting like with Harding

[rook-of-the-woods]

Bird People

in my silly little ttrpg homebrew, there are bird people. Bird. People. Literally every type of bird you can think of you could mix with a person. There are so many opportunities.

things to think about:

The type of bird *will* impact your stealth because some wings are silent and some are really fkn loud. (Fluffy soft wings, like some owls, are silent when flapping. Stiff wings, like vultures, are really really loud when flapping)

You will have some of that birds instincts! Bird of prey? That small monster looken like a snack. Corvid? Shiny things must be stolen, grudges must be kept, faces will be remembered. Homing pigeon? Damn, you’ve got a good innate sense of direction!

Your physical appearance will be affected! Vulture people will have localized alopecia on their heads, Owl people will have those cute little feathered horn things, tropical bird people will have naturally vibrant hair to go with their feathers!

Your wing size will be different based on the type of bird you are, as will how long/far you can fly! Not all birds can fly, so keep that in mind too! Seagull people could probably fly longer than a parakeet person.

[ventique18]

So the boys are admiring their outfits. They praise Georgina for it, because you wouldn't have known that it's the first time they've met with how perfect the clothes Georgina chose for them are.

But apparently, she already got some tips on their personalities based on Floyd's nicknames lol.

Yuu is a shrimp so Georgina chose pink for them. Grim's a baby seal because of his round tummy, but she put him in an eel-inspired fit this time. Rook's a seagull graceful in the sky but hits hard in a fight.

Malleus: "What sort of name did that person have for me?"

Jade reveals that Malleus is a seaslug. Grim doesn't know what that is and is upset that even Rook knows what a seaslug is. He questions Yuu if they know

Yuu: "It's a creature just like Hornton!"

Malleus: "What? I look like this?"

Jade: "Those horn-like parts are actually antennae. Sea slugs are a type of shellfish."

Malleus: "Shell...? I fail to see where the shell in this creature is, but this outfit does incorporate plenty of shells."

Grim: "Eh~ this squishy, fluttery, weird thing is a sea slug, huh. It looks so carefree, not really like Hornton except for the horns."

No Grim you don't understand. He's actually as easygoing and derpy as that seaslug lmao.

Jade: "Seaslugs are adorable, beautiful creatures that flutter in the ocean."

Jade: "... However, don't be too captivated and touch it. That will be the end for you. They're extremely poisonous."

Grim: "They're poisonous?! Scary little dudes... So they're like Hornton after all."

Jade: "But they're known to be rather docile unless provoked."

Malleus: "So it's fine if you simply do not carelessly touch it. Then, it's not frightening at all."

Malleus: "I've learned quite a bit more about this sea slug creature. These nicknames that people bestow upon others is amusing."

I DID NOT know that that much thought was put into the seaslug nickname wtf? It really is Malleus omg.

[emmg]

Emmrich is 19 and clinging to life by a single, fraying thread because the Mourn Watch thinks he should be able to recite undead tax law backwards while sleep-deprived and actively on fire to pass their final exams.

“Have you tried eating the dean’s ass?” Johanna suggests, unbothered, because she is brilliant, untouchable, and also fundamentally does not give a shit. The Mourn Watch is a bunch of whiny corpse babysitters who should be begging to touch her holy left toe. She’s getting in.

Emmrich frowns. Then he stress cries into his pillow because what if she’s right? What if there really aren’t enough hours in the day to absorb 400 years of undead jurisprudence and necromantic rituals?? What if eating the dean’s ass really is the only way to get in???

“Here, chucklefuck,” Johanna says, dumping a heaping platter of coke in front of him.

Emmrich gawks. He is a good boy. He does not cheat. He does not do illicit substances.

He also desperately wants to be a Watcher.

One (1) snort couldn’t hurt, right?

Spoiler: it hurts.

Johanna starts taking notes because Emmrich is fucking disintegrating in real time. His hair is greying from stress, lack of sleep, and possibly the unholy amount of  crack fucking cocaine currently pickling his soul. This is hilarious to her. She joins in.

“I wanna build a huge skeleton,” Johanna announces mid-line, eyes fully dilated like she just glimpsed the face of the Maker.

“I want to find the love of my life,” Emmrich sobs, dropping his portion onto a skeleton’s pelvis.

Doesn’t matter. He’s already committed to this downward spiral. He snorts it off the pubic bone.

Some dipshit cultists are trying to loot the deeper levels of the Necropolis, which is a really bad fucking idea. This is a problem.

Emmrich has not slept in three days.

So he raises the same dead guy 17 times to yell at him.

“PLEASE just let me fucking die,” the cultist begs.

“Not before you scrub every toilet in the necropolis with your ghostly tongue,” Emmrich says, wagging his finger and tsk-tsk-tsking.

Eventually, a formal complaint is filed against him for “unethically harassing the dead” because he keeps waking up long-buried married couples to demand dating advice through his corpse whispering.

Years later, Rook brings a brick of coke to the Lighthouse.

“Oh no,” Emmrich whispers, as PTSD from his academically sanctioned drug-bender days slaps him in the face.

He should say no. He should act like a normal, respectable 52-year-old professor who has left that life behind.

But he loves Rook. He loves Rook so, so much.

And what if Rook thinks he’s lame now? What if she looks at him and sees some washed-up old nerd who can’t even do one little bump of coke like the cool kids?

One (1) line can’t hurt, right?

Spoiler: it hurts.

Immediately, this well-respected academic finds himself in a full-blown, vein-popping screaming match with some random ghostly asshole that wandered into the Lighthouse.

“Hehe,” sneers the Spirit of Bullshittery, “you’re ugly.”

“I TAKE EXQUISITE CARE OF MY APPEARANCE, YOU SEMI-CORPOREAL VULGAR TROGLODYTE,” Emmrich screeches, his voice hitting a frequency that could shatter glass and summon distant, confused seagulls. “BEAUTY IS SUBJECTIVE AND STANDARDS HAVE CHANGED THROUGHOUT THE CENTURIES—IN THE BLESSED AGE, I WOULD HAVE BEEN A—”

Rook, watching this clusterfuck unfold, comes to a rational, reasonable adult decision:

She shoves his dick in her mouth. Maybe if he’s busy getting sucked off, he’ll finally shut the fuck up. Emmrich is so overcome he asks her to marry him mid-suck.

Coke is banned from the Lighthouse.

[sic-sempervirens]

That one book is very square and i thought maybe Neve was supposed to have an evil hat

Tevinter Props

[brights-place]

SEASIDE EVENT SPOILERS SO FAR

NOT TRANSLATION IM JUST A BLABBER MOUTH

SO ORIGINALLY BOTH TWEELS WERE SUPPOSE TO GO! But Floyds mood had changed and told Azul to go instead yet the guy declined because turns out mama leech is a straight UP MENACE

Anyways Jade didnt wanna go alone so he used different forms of emotional manipulation to Rook, Riddle, and Malleus to go which is quite funny and he only needed to mention food along with sight seeing for Grim to agree for us

It was fucking funny anywyas when we get there grim brawls birds but also we meet like I showed in other posts mama leech who is fine as fuck for LIFE

She’s so hot omg like I said my gayest moment was seeing mama leech anywyas when given outifts simple summary

Riddle: Sebastian

Rook: The seagull

MC: Shrimp cause were described with shrimp acessories

Malleus: No idea

Grim: He’s grim idfk

ALSO MAMA LEECH CALLS US A SMALL SHRIMP LETS GO ?!?! HOT WOMAN anyways thats all I GOT yayy

[demigoddessqueens]

Hay, I read your writing about Assassin's Creed with the s/o befriending the crow population. I was wondering if you can make one with the s/o befriending the Hawk population if that's OK if you you don't have to do it if you don't want to. (Pls I'm a new subscribers to your blog). So have a good day keep up with your writing.💗

Oh hey!! Thank you so much for following and your request, and welcome 🤗 💕 im glad you’re here

Masterlist 10

A/n - I don’t remember who I wrote for the crow population one, but I’ll do the main leads for this one 😆😁

Altair

While it’s no eagle, he admires the same prowess they have as an eagle and sometimes decorates his person with their feathers as it reminds him of you

Ezio

Well he does like them better than the pesky pigeons, plus your hawks like when he strokes and pets their feathers

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Thinks it’s so cute whenever these hawks follow you around, and he sees it as a sigh of acceptance when they perch on him or nuzzle against him

Haytham

Not as noisy as a crow or pigeon, but he is sometimes indifferent to your pet birds. At least they keep you out of trouble that follows Templars

Shay

Your hawks make for great companions on The Morrigan as it can get lonesome at times when the sails are longer than normal

Edward

He also warms up to your pet hawks, mostly because they’re a lot nicer than any of the aggressive seagulls

Arno

He’s already so protective of you so it’s a small comfort that faster eyes are able to look out for you if he’s not around

Jacob

They would be perfect for his rooks (Jacob no!)

But in hindsight, yes he does warmup to your pet hawks quickly, giving them nicknames

Desmond

he welcomes them as a nice distraction, sometimes teasing he’ll adopt them for himself

[vigilskeep]

Rook codex prompt #25, please? 🙏

25. Notes taken by Rook when they were young/in training

THIS BOOK BELONGS TO SOL AND IF YOU STEAL IT I’LL CUT YOU.

3rd book!

Notes are stupid but Viago says their not even if my friends say they are. Viago is definiatly definitly coming back soon and he said I would never fill up one book so I will fill up THREE BOOKS.

[The rest of the page is filled up with a sketch of a particularly tall and skinny stick figure standing next to a stack of books his own height, nonetheless helpfully labelled ‘3 BOOKS’. The stick figure is waving its arms around, presumably amazed and impressed. It has a few lines on its face that might indicate a budding moustache.]

If I do more drawings it will be filleded up quicker.

Today we learned about herbs that do not kill targets at all. Sometimes they are distractening and sometimes they only hurt a bit. Sometimes they make you feel better which is good if it’s you or if it’s them and you have XTRA OBJECTIVs.

Cosimo who is my friend again sat with me but he did not like it when I anssered the questions and knew all about rashvine first. She showed us on Cosimo’s arm that it does what it says which is stupid because I already told her. I don’t think Cosimo is my friend anymore. They only use him for demonstrashuns when his da is not friends with the Talon anymore so he shoud throw his da’s food on the floor and not mine. I don’t have a da but I have Viago who is better because he told me what rashvine is.

Nothing else happened. I will draw seagles.

[Several drawings of seagulls. They’re pretty good.]

[the-trinket-witch]

700 Follower Special AU Just for You All!

Co-authored by @squidwen (All borders provided by CafeKitsune)

Inspirations: The Rescuers/Rescuers Down Under, Great Mouse Detective, Lady and the Tramp, The Aristocats, Oliver & Company, Bolt, Princess and the Frog, etc.

CW: Exploitation, child endangerment. (NOTE: No NSFW elements will be referenced or alluded to, nor will this AU allow such elements to be included.)

The world is a dangerous place. Hazards occur naturally or otherwise on a daily basis, people fall through the cracks in society; it seems like the most that ‘kindness’ affords is the attention of those willing to take advantage of it. 

And this attention seems to be currently directed…at Yuu. 

Yuu is still young, likely no more than 12. In a world that seems to have it out for Yuu, the orphanage is maybe the last bastion of safety until The One comes walking through to officially make them a part of their family. But again, it’s been 12 years, so none can blame them if that hope is starting to wane.

Dire Crowley touts himself as a generous, benevolent caretaker; which is a funny way to say ‘Neglectful’ and ‘Exploitative’. Yuu doesn’t get a chance to find this out until after the whirlwind that was their adoption settles. The man seems to care more about appearances, and where his next hefty payout will come from. So then it falls on Yuu to keep the home looking presentable, Crowley looking generous, and the indentured servitude swept under the rug. 

Not all attention is bad, though. Unseen by human society, the Animal Kingdom keeps its eyes trained to lend a claw out to the vulnerable. The National Rescue Conglomerate, or NRC, are a group of animals from all across Twisted Wonderland who answer the call for help wherever they hear it. The Seven Delegates may not agree on everything, but the one thing they can agree on is that someone will answer a call of distress. 

Said Delegates are:

Riddle → Hedgehog with a prickly temper

Leona → Lion who only seems lazy until the going gets rough

Azul → Coconut Octopus that has quite the reach of influence

Kalim → Otter trying to do more for himself than just float along

Vil → Peacock who’s fanning out to teach a new generation of Rescuers

Idia → British Blue cat who rarely ‘paws’es his games for anything

Malleus → Komodo Dragon with a reputation as fearsome as his fantasy counterpart

Other Members of the NRC/characters include:

Queendom of Roses Representatives

Deuce → Rabbit with a penchant for perfectly timed traps

Ace → Flamingo who’s sleight-of-feather makes for a great distraction

Trey → Tortoise that always has something cookin’ under that shell

Cater → Butterfly so social, he’s heard everything

Sunset Savannah Squadron

Ruggie → Hyena willing to laugh in the face of danger

Jack → Wolf with an affinity for leading the pack

Coral Sea Set

Jade and Floyd → Moray Eels more than happy to put the squeeze on trouble

Scalding Sands Squad

Jamil → Cobra with words that have plenty of bite of their own

Pyroxene Posse

Epel → Cygnet learning how to navigate the world with grace

Rook → Seagull with a keen eye for detail

Lamentation Isle League

Ortho → Electronic Toy Mouse that knows when and when not to play around

Briar Valley Vanguard

Lilia → Vampire Bat with adopted kids and a lot of history under his wings

Silver → Squirrel that doesn’t find himself usually one for chatter

Sebek → Crocodile with enough heft to tip the scales in his favor

Shaftland Animal Sanctuary

Niege LeBlanc → A Human running an animal sanctuary with his Seven Adoptive Fathers

But even with their help, Yuu won’t be completely out of the woods. Crowley keeps a few ‘pets’ he’s willing to deploy to get them back:

Sam → Poison dart frog

Ashton → Stag

Crewel → Dalmatian

Trein → Owl

Who might be the ones to help rescue Yuu from their situation, and what might happen from there? Will it be smooth sailing once out from under Crowley or will there be others out looking to get Yuu in their clutches? Would they try to return to their orphanage? Maybe their story ends in the joining of a family that actually has their interests in heart? Do they forgo humanity altogether and just live among the animals that so cared for them up until this point?

This AU was built with the immense patience and help of Squidwen. We offer it out to you all as a sort of ‘Follower Milestone’ gift for everyone, since I recently reached 700 folks following me. What we are offering in this AU is:

A chance for you all to throw your OCs in to see how they handle trouble in the form of a real-world animal. Be it through art, writing, roleplay with your friends, This post and AU is more or less a sandbox for folks to play around in!

I’ll be occasionally posting pics depending on what I see/find time to doodle. For reference FOR those doodles, below both Squidwen and I have found where each of our own OCs fit into this general world:

DeVerre and Eugenio → Orphans from the same institution, ‘adopted’ by Crowley to be sold to the highest bidder. 

(Squidwen’s OCs)

Verrick → White Persian Cat (Wears a tailcoat).

Seth → Giant Pacific Octopus (Needs a pipe that blows bubbles)!!

Tallis → Hummingbird (Wears a belt and aviator goggles).

Billy → Black Bear (Wears a snorkel parka hood).

Basil → Burmese Python (still has his purple pince-nez, and maybe a legwarmer around his throat)

(Trinket’s OCs)

Albert → Fox (wears a carf)

Tidus → Giant Mudskipper (Big ol’ glasses)

Lázaro → Xoloitzcuintle (skele birthmarks)

Levi → Rock Lobster (blue markings)

Galen → Stray Mutt (hat/poncho or bandana)

Of course, with Protagonists, there usually are antagonists (all of which for this AU are human):

Rebekya Balanaga (Squidwen)

The prim, pale owner of the modeling agency Pearls of Ophenheim. DeVerre especially catches her eye. The girl has unusual silver hair and very pale skin; something that’ll cause a fuss and stir attention in magazines, she hopes. Heels, camera angles, and a ton of make-up, and no one will be able to tell that a child is working for her.

→ She has a pet albino python called Princess.

Honest John and Gidel

Just two, hardworking fellas on the look out for their next employee or circus act. Children make excellent workers, especially those who don’t have much. Yuu is especially of interest to them, given how dextrous they seem. Would they make a good trapeze artist? Or contortionist - given the right training? Or, heck, maybe they’d be happy to just do all the menial tasks around Playful Land, right?

Aadesh Sona and Mr Rajesh Khan (Trinket)

These gentlemen are vital when it comes to producing anything. Animal-testing is the aim of the game for these two, but at times, testing on animals can prove slow, and even a waste of time. Why test chemicals on rabbits and mice when you can just skip to human trials? And since DeVerre and Yuu have been “adopted” by Crowley, no one will stop to ask where they are.

→ Aadesh and Mr Khan as well have their own pets. Basil the Burmese Python being Aadesh's, and a tiger named Shakti. 

As for our own OCs, Eugenio and DeVerre do manage to escape from Crowley’s clutches; with the help of the orphanage cat: Verrick. He sensed something was off with Crowley the moment he stepped through the door. Fearing for the children’s safety, he calls a meeting with the NRC to discuss saving them.

Both of us hope you'll enjoy the premise and find a bit of fun coming up with little scenarios for your OCs to get into. I specifically want to say how grateful I am to have 700 of y'all following for TWST content or the like and I hope to offer more fun things in either interactions, chats, or lil doodles of our characters doing stuff. I esp. wanna thank Squidwen for the help in concocting this whole thing. It's been so much fun to RP with ya and look forward to writing even more UvU

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[dove-da-birb]

We mirror those we love

So, as I have been playing through the Port Fest event, I have noticed something.

I believe - and correct me if I'm mistaken here - I give compliments and praise in a strangely similar manner to Rook. I'm not sure if it began before or after I really started liking his character, and some of the similarity, admittedly, is due to my love of the phrase "Beauté! 100 点/points!" he used in the Chapter 5 auditions. But still...

(Includes Port Fest content below)

There is a similar energy with

versus...

Or,

compared to...

and,

... right?

Like... those read rather similarly, do they not? Or am I just brainrotting so hard over this seagull boy that my mind has completely turned to mush?

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Maybe cursed Marine Biologist/Mermaid!AU thought involving harpy!Rook:

So in the AU, he's based on a seagull because of the nickname Floyd gave him (while I am still debating on a proper design for him, I will admit I've been visualizing his body type being similar to the bird monsters that Ryo Sumiyoshi draws). Great! But picture this:

You're trying to study the mermaids (marine biologist!AU) or trying to get to something on the island you're stranded on (mermaid!AU). Rook suddenly decides to come and visit, and he's just standing there/perched on an elevated bar/branch staring at you with curious eyes. Then suddenly-

*ZOOP!*

His neck stretches out like a green heron and now you're stumbling back in sheer panic because HOW IS HIS NECK DOING THAT?! HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A SEAGULL-LIKE HARPY, ISN'T HE?!?!

I dunno, this thought occurred to me today and wouldn't leave me alone 😂 Now you all gotta deal with the image of Rook being more in your business!

[ventique18]

Ohhh I really like that they put Rook here! Aside from being called Seagull by Floyd, the attached legend to seagulls in the event is that there was once a seagull so keen-eyed that it helped the human prince see through an evil woman's deceit. It feels so fitting for a hunter like Rook who's amazingly perceptive.

Side comment: it's so funny that a funny guy like Rook is 200% more perceptive than the scary Malleus Draconia, who gets scammed with the most obvious bait lmfao.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Rook Hunt - Ceremonial Robes Vignette

"That rather intense moment"

[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]

Rook: Heh, I do so enjoy my little walks in the morning. The crisp air truly enhances the beauty of prey.

Vil: Oh, Rook. You're still dressed in your school uniform? Hurry and get changed.

Vil: Don't tell me you forgot today's ceremony? No one likes a man with no sense of time.

Rook: Of course not. There's no way I would have forgotten, Vil.

Rook: There's nothing to worry about, I will go change into my ceremonial robes right away. I still have time.

Rook: And perhaps I could undertake your signature appearance look-over, Roi du Poison, since it has been quite some time since I've been subject to one.

Vil: Do you think I would have for my Vice Housewarden someone who would require more help than the other students?

Vil: However, I will say that you should take a shower before changing if were just coming from outside.

Rook: Is that a problem? To be fair, I did not run amok or lay on the ground during today's walk.

Rook: I only exchanged some pleasant conversation with a sleepy-looking prey.

Vil: I wonder if that truly was all. Regardless, you should take a shower and rinse off all the dirt you've tracked in from the outside.

Vil: The ceremonial robes are a traditional and iconic garb of this academy, so it cannot just be worn haphazardly.

Vil: As you are to stand beside me as my Vice Housewarden during the ceremony, I will not allow for a single speck of dust to be present on your robes.

Rook: Is that also why you've mandated that I wear perfume whenever I put on these robes?

Vil: That's right. The scent you wear is just another part of your overall appearance.

Rook: Understood, I shall heed your words.

Rook: If I am to have the privilege of being the accompanying arrangement to your glorious bouquet, then even showers and perfume are a small price to pay.

[Pomefiore Dorm – Hallway]

Rook: How vexing… I had not expected the shower rooms to be out of order.

Rook: They said it would be fixed by tonight, but that would not allow me to be ready in time for the ceremony…

Floyd: Man, Pomefiore's always so sparkly. It shines just like how the ocean's surface does.

Rook: Oh, what luck… That's an Octavinelle student rounding the corner.

Rook: Bonjour, Monsieur Spontané.

Floyd: Oh hey, it's Seagull-kun.

Rook: Is that your nickname for me? It's wonderfully unique.

Rook: A gracious welcome to Pomefiore. Have you just strolled in here on a whim?

Floyd: I ain't taking a stroll, I'm doin' an errand for Azul.

Rook: I see, I see.

Rook: To tell you the truth, I am currently in a tricky bind. I was hoping to ask you for your assistance.

Floyd: Ehhh, don't wanna. I'm busy.

Rook: No need to be so cold. I have need of a shower, and yet the showers here are currently under repair.

Rook: Would I be able to utilize the Octavinelle showers?

Floyd: Huh? How should I know? And it's got nothing to do with me, if you're havin' a problem.

Rook: I beg you. At this rate, I will end up breaking my promise to Vil.

Rook: I am only asking to borrow your shower room. It shouldn't cause you any trouble.

Floyd: You just don't quit, huh. I said I don't wanna.

Rook: Hm… If I cannot attain your permission, it may not work out too well for you.

Rook: Are you still adamant in refusing me?

Floyd: Aha, you tryin' to force me to do whatcha want?

Floyd: Brave, ain'tcha? Want, you want me to squeeze you to a pulp?

Rook: Here

[spritz, spritz, spritz]

Floyd: Ack, what'dya just spray on me!? It smells weird…!

Rook: Weird is no way to describe this. Vil himself blended this special perfume for me.

Rook: Does not the musk and amber soothe you?

Rook: Well, even I have to admit that the scent is fairly strong that if I were to wear it, I would be noticed by my prey from a long distance away.

Rook: That's why I choose to only wear it when I must wear the ceremonial robes.

Floyd: Who cares about all that!? Ugh, I can't even scrub it out…!

Rook: No, I'm sure you can't. You should get changed as quick as possible. I think a bit of it got into your hair as well, so you should also take this opportunity for a shower.

Rook: Now you wouldn't be going out of your way by bringing me along to your dormitory's shower rooms anymore, wouldn't you say?

Floyd: Huh? You screwing with me?

Rook: Oh my, what a terribly ferocious glare.

Rook: I bet those sharp teeth of yours could easily tear through even the toughest fisherman's net… Fantastic!

Floyd: Bleagh… What's with this guy…? Your grin's creepin' me out. Fine, if you're gonna follow me, whatever.

Floyd: Ughhhh～ This really stinks. I'm getting' dizzy…

Rook: Heh. Well then, shall we adjourn to Octavinelle?

[Octavinelle Dorm – Lounge]

Rook: Floyd-kun, thank you for letting me use the Octavinelle showers. Dearie me, that was a saving grace.

Floyd: Maaan, that sucked. [sniff, sniff] …I think I can still smell it on me.

Rook: Heh. The scent is gone, don't worry. Looks like you were able to wash it all out.

Rook: It all worked out in the end, and you even had time to put on your robes. You're going to the ceremony as well, aren't you?

Floyd: Ugh, don't you ever shut up…?

Rook: Oh yes, while I'm here, may I finish applying my makeup?

Floyd: Makeup? You already did the stuff that goes around the eyes.

Rook: Vil's orders, you see. It isn't enough to just use liner.

Rook: I have an abundance of makeup and their respective tools to use for ceremonies… Look here, they can barely fit atop the dresser!

Floyd: Gah, that's so much.

Floyd: What, you got some weird-lookin' bottles, brushes, and pens…? What's this dark brown powder?

Rook: That would be for shading. It's used to contour the face into a more sculpted appearance.

Floyd: Uh-huh. Then, what's with this pencil-lookin' thing? Why'd you have so many different ones?

Rook: That's eyeliner. See how each one is a different color? I'll use a different one based on the type of eyeshadow I use, or where I want to draw a line.

Rook: Now then, if you'll excuse me. I need to start applying my makeup.

Floyd: Uggghh, it smells weird again.

Rook: Even so, I've chosen makeup products that have a more subdued scent.

Rook: Although, I suppose it's true that because I have an abundance of different makeup, that the more I apply, the stronger the fragrance will become…

Floyd: You don't like smelly things either, right, Seagull-kun? So why're ya goin' along with whatever Betta-chan-senpai says?

Rook: This is all to stand at Vil's side.

Rook: He is the fairest of all here at this academy…

Rook: All of this is just a small price to pay in order to be able to admire his beauty from such a premium seat.

Floyd: Uh-huh…

Rook: Heh, you seem to have taken an interest in my handiwork. Would you like to try applying some makeup?

Rook: Your mismatched eyes glow with a mysterious, unreadable glint that is truly beautiful. I'm sure makeup will only serve to enhance that.

Floyd: No way. That's a pain, anyway.

Floyd: 'Sides, it's gettin' pretty boring just watching you do stuff. Hurry and finish up, already.

Rook: Well then, I don't mind if you wish to leave me to it. I can lock up for you once I have finished.

Floyd: Nope. If I let some outsider wander around here, I'ma get an earful from Azul later.

Rook: Well, then I suppose there's no other options. You'll have to wait until I've finished.

Floyd: Whyzzat? Why don'tcha just quickly slap something on?

Rook: Beauty can only be improved by dedicating the time for it.

Rook: Oh, then what if you were to help dry my hair in the meantime?

Rook: It should shorten my time here if you were to use the hair dryer while I finish applying my makeup, wouldn't you agree?

Floyd: …What a pain… …Tch, fine. Hand me the hair dryer.

Rook: Wonderful, thank… Ack, hot!

[hair dryer blows…]

Rook: Non, non, Monsieur Spontané. I need you to regulate the temperature better.

Floyd: Huuuh, whaddya say? I can't hear ya!

[hair dryer blows…]

Rook: Ah, if the dryer is turned to its maximum setting and my hair is ruffled so, it will take longer to tame it later…

Floyd: Man, you got a lot of hair, Seagull-kun. It ain't dryin' at all.

Rook: Ah, Monsieur Spontané…! You handle me so roughly…!

Floyd: You even gotta complain about the way I'm doin' this? Shouldn't matter how I get it done, as long as it dries, right?

Rook: Aaaaah…!

Rook: [pant, pant] …Has my hair finally dried…? I never thought that rather intense moment would ever end…

Rook: …Hm?

Rook: Oh, my hair…

Rook: It's completely unruly!

Floyd: I mean, ain't it boring to just have your hair the same way all the time?

Rook: I see, this is…

Rook: Absolutely fantastic!

Rook: Neither Vil nor myself would have ever considered this style. Your innovative thinking has brought forth a new form of beauty!

Floyd: Eh, you for real?

Rook: I feel as though I've unlocked new possibilities for myself now! Thank you, Floyd-kun!

Floyd: You're so weird…

Requested by Anonymous.

[bloedewir]

You know what would be absolutely magnificent in a bit painful yet pleasantly sentimental way?

Imagine the scene when Rook meets Inquisitor. They discussing what to do next and Inquisitor still have a choice, because there was a whole 10 years to reconsider all this Solas' situation.

So. If Inquisitor choose to save/help him a little notification shows up on the corner of your screen.

He isn't here. He's somewhere where Compassion is needed more yet he's still watching over his friends.

I'd scream like a mentally ill seagull I swear to you.