#rook-14

[durgeapologist]

"You must know: I love you, Rook. Ar lath ma, ma'sule. Ar las'a."

Elven Translation: "I love you, my soul. I give you myself."

The translation is rough/partial because much of the available lexicon from the wiki doesn't have all the smaller, prefix/suffix Elven words' translations available, and I do not agree with use of the other popular reference material (iykyk)! My barbies, my say so!

This will not be the last DreadRook Cameo I commission, so best believe there will be more coming your way in the next few weeks!

Also: GDL is a DreadRook shipper confirmed! (Yes, he did say this unprompted and yes, my cameo was longer than these two small clips. But that is for me and the DreadRook server to freak out about :>)

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[duelbraids]

THE HALLA HORNED SERPENT

[bara-izu]

[ DAtV / FFXIV ] Girlyhood on a spectrum (aka Izu stop making blonde protags....) Oc info under cut

[thedissonantverses]

Every day my comments to kudos ratio gets more absurd. The metrics on this fic are hilarious. This is the best advertising I can give you to be honest.

Even Assan is like wtf??

[proffbon]

What 'family' taught you that, my guy? The Nevarran necromancers?

Also, again, I'm not Qunari. I'm Vashoth.

[akujin]

Burning (4186 words) by Akujin Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite, Rook/Spite (Dragon Age) Characters: Lucanis Dellamorte, Rook (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Romance, Mutual Pining, Hand Jobs, Biting, Grey Warden Rook (Dragon Age), Smut, Elf Rook (Dragon Age), Canon Compliant, Ugly Crying in the Fade, Making Out, Sexual Content, Spite Loves Rook (Dragon Age), Spite Being Spite (Dragon Age), criminal misuse of the em-dash, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: Lucanis wasn’t blind; he knew when he was being flirted with. At first he had just thought that Rook was charming and quick to throw around compliments to his companions but little by little Lucanis has realised that the way that Rook looked at him was different. Or, Lucanis drinks too much coffee, Rook buys a new shirt and between the two they have enough angst to fill an olympic-sized swimming pool.

[thedemises]

the genti :>

the old one >:(

[crows-of-buckets]

I think my rook just has the most casual coming out ever. Idk I keep imagining it going like

Ena: Viago I think I'm a guy

Viago: okay. Drink this poison I need to test it's effects

Ena: is it one of the ones that almost kills me?

Viago: ... maybe

Thats it that's the conversation. They do not talk about it any further than that. Viago still refers to him as idiot. He just also uses he/him while doing so

[thewardenisonthecase]

14 Days of Circle Mages: Upbringing/Arrival/Phylactery

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This is my contribution to the @14dayscirclemages following the life of my Rook, Dawn Thorne, long before the Veilguard.

Chapter Summary: A little look into Dawn's last day with her family and her arrival at the Gallows.

A/N: Tw for child abuse (mainly, a 6 year old gets slapped in the face)

9:24 Dragon - The Anderfels

The Thorne family had always been a very religious family. Every night, before tucking her into bed, Dawn’s mother would sing to her parts of the Chant of Light. By age three, her favorite story to hear was of how Andraste pushed back against the evil Tevinter mages. 

Magic is to serve man, not rule over him, her parents would say. This is why we have the circles, to keep mages in check and make sure they can never hurt anyone. 

Apostates are to be feared, her brother would tell her. They are maleficarum. They cohort with demons and use blood magic. Magic is a powerful and dangerous thing, and no mage is ever safe from corruption. 

There had never been a mage in the Thorne family because they were very faithful, Dawn’s mother assured. As long as they continued to believe in Him, magic would never harm them. 

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Dawn’s last day with her family had fallen on her birthday. 

The Thorne family followed its usual traditions. Both of her parents woke her up, kissing her face and wishing her a good day. Her mother let her eat anything she wanted and in the evening, while her father and brother worked, Dawn’s mother combed her hair, a song on her lips. 

The night is long

And the path is dark

Look to the sky

For one day soon

The dawn will come

She giggled. “That’s my name!” “Yes, it is.” Her mother kissed the top of her head. “My little Dawn. I named you after the hymn.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes.” Her mother began braiding her hair as she continued. “You’re the light of my life, brought into existence by the Maker. I had to give you a fitting name.” 

Dawn hadn’t understood what her mother meant but she didn’t question it. Her mother tied a blue ribbon at the end of each braid and turned her around, giving her a kiss on the forehead. 

Her mother stood up from her chair, and walked to the drawer, retrieving a small wooden box. There was a sort of key mechanism on it, which she turned around three times before handing it to Dawn, telling her to open it. 

Once she did, the box opened, and an image of Andraste spun around and the sound of the music that her mother sang played from it. 

“My mother gave me this when I was very young, Dawn. I want you to have it.” 

The little girl looked at her, green eyes wide and bright. 

“Dawn, what do we say when someone is nice to us?” 

“Thank you, mama!” 

“Goog girl.” She kissed her forehead. “Your father and brother must be done now, go call them for dinner, its time for us to eat.” 

She nodded and excitedly ran outside, clutching the music 

“Papa!” She shouted as she saw her father. He was a big man, tall and imposing, but once he saw her, his face lit up as he picked her up and kissed her cheek. 

“Ah, my Dawn, you look so pretty.” He said as he held her and she smiled. 

“Look at what mama gave me!” She showed him the music box. 

Her father put her on his shoulders and she handed the box to her brother. He examined it for a second before giving it back to her. 

The three of them walked back inside the house, and soon, they were all set at the table. Before they could eat, her mother began to pray.

We thank the Maker for the food we have today, and for the life we were given. Most importantly, we thank Him for giving us Dawn. 

There was a cake on the table, the candles on top of it unlit. Her parents struggled to find a way to light them. 

As Dawn looked at the candles, she began to feel a kindling in her fingers. Perhaps if she could just…

With a wave of her hand, she lit the candles, giggling to herself. Her brother stood up from his chair and looked at her horrified, as her parents turned around confused.

“Witch!” Her brother pointed at her. 

Dawn began to cry, not liking her brother’s tone, as her mother kneeled in front of her grabbing her shoulders. “Dawn, what did you do?”

“I only wanted to help you.” She sniffed. 

“She created the fire. She’s a mage.” Her brother told them. Her parents shared a look, before her mother lifted her up. “Let’s go to bed.” 

The next day, the templars had shown up in her door, and Dawn was only allowed to bring the music box with her. 

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9:24 Dragon - ???

Dawn did not know where they were headed. She tried asking the templars on board but they either ignored her. Some even looked at her with fear. 

There were others like her aboard the ship, mages. Some were much older than her, while others seemed to be her age. Everyone looked terrified to be there. 

Inside her small cabin, she’d hold on tight to the music box, replaying it for hours on end. It was her only source of comfort. Why did no one explain to her what was happening? 

Dawn wanted to go back home. She had cried to the templars and they ignored her. She’d have nightmares, seeing her brother’s face. Where once her father would hold her tight and comfort her, now she’d be awakened by angry men with angry faces as they told her to shut it. 

When they finally arrived at their destination, the young girl was greeted with the sight of scary, golden status of hungry men covering their faces. 

She did not want to leave the boat but the templar gave her no choice. They all exited the boat and there were more statues around them. Dawn and the other mages were brought inside the building, where a tall, blond woman, with cold blue eyes, stood in the center, a greatsword in hand. 

“I am Knight-Commander Meredith and this is the Kirkwall Cirle of Magi - the Gallows. It’s where you’ll stay and learn to control your magic.” 

Dawn swallowed hard as the woman began to list all the things that they could and could not do - their clothes had to be circle appropriate, they couldn’t leave whenever they wanted, they were to stay in their rooms unless they were in class, they were not to cast spells outside of class, they weren’t allowed to speak with outsiders. 

All in the name of them being deemed too dangerous. She held onto the music box even stronger than before. 

Once the knight-commander was done, they were made to stand in line and wait in front of a room. One by one, they were called in, until it was Dawn’s turn. There, two other templars stood. Next to them there was a wooden table with several glass vials. 

They motioned for her to step forwards and she did.

“Your hand.” One of them asked.

“What for?”

“It's for your phylactery.” He answered and Dawn frowned, tilting her head in confusion. 

With a huff, the other one explained. “Their vials, filled with your blood. If you, or any other mage, tries to escape, this will ensure we’ll be able to track you down and bring you back to the circle.”

“Blood?” Dawn’s eyes widened. Her mother always told her stories of wicked maleficars and their twisted use of blood to power their spells. “But…if you’re using blood…isn’t that blood magi-”

Before she could finish her sentence, one of the templars backhanded. “How dare you insinuate such a thing?!” 

“But-”

“Silence! You will do as you are told.”

Dawn lowered her head, as a tear ran down her burning cheek. Roughly, they grabbed her hand, slicing her palm open and squeezing the blood into a vial. Quickly, they wrapped a bandage around it and kicked her out of the room, where she was eventually reassigned to a dorm. 

The other mages around her spoke, but Dawn just laid on one of the beds, holding on tight to the music box. That night, before she fell asleep, she silently prayed to Andraste for answers: what had she done that had been so evil and vile to be cursed like this? And when would her parents rescue her?

For the first time in her short life, Dawn felt like no one had listened to her prayers. 

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[halamshirals]

“dom lucanis dellamorte” i fear you may have fundamentally misunderstood him

[damallarky]

Last 6 Lines

@buttsonthebeach and @nerdanel01 both gave an open invitation to post the last six lines of a WIP so I’m taking this opportunity to force more of this fic upon Tumblr:

This snippet is technically not the last six lines (the last six lines are in the previous post) but they are the last bit of lines I wrote…

Enjoy:

She began to draw with slightly more aggression than what was probably necessary.

“Neria…” she heard her brother sigh, “…why does that man you’re drawing look like Solas?”

“Coincidence,” she said, refusing to meet Nan’s eyes. Instead, she focused all of her attention on getting the little details of stupid Solas’s stupid armor just right…

“Riiiiiiiight... And he’s getting eaten by a dragon because…?”

“Because,” she said, stabbing her charcoal against the paper so hard it nearly snapped, “dragons need to eat, and some people need to be eaten.”

“…Right.’”

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I tag @weavewithshadow and anyone else who wants to do it! Please, tag me in your WIPS!!

I would also tag nerdanel01 again to try and get another sneak peak at Love is a Stranger, but I don’t think that’s how it works lol.

[midnightwind]

I am once more begging games to make age ranges more obvious

[it-happened-one-fic]

Chapters: 14/19 Fandom: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Vil Schoenheit/Reader, Rook Hunt/Reader, Epel Felmier/Reader Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Reader, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier, Leona Kingscholar, Dire Crowley, Sam (Twisted-Wonderland), Heartslabyul Dorm Students, Savanaclaw Dorm Students, Octavinelle Dorm Students, Scarabia Dorm Students, Pomefiore Dorm Students, Ignihyde Dorm Students, Diasomnia Dorm Students, Vampire!Vil - Character Additional Tags: Vampires, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Hunters, Reader-Insert, Alternate Universe, gender neutral reader, Vampire Vil Schoenheit, Soft Vil Schoenheit, Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Some angst, Fluff and Angst, Drama, Comedy Series: Part 1 of Hours in the Moonlight Summary:

It’s been approximately a year since vampire’s had first taken a shine to you around last Halloween. Since then, you’ve become more prepared for handling your undead admirers and have acquired a certain talent for avoiding them. Save for the one you have befriended. Changes can happen quickly though. Who knows how long this peaceful time will last for something such as yourself when your hours in the moonlight with your vampiric friend are constantly ticking by. Life as someone who attracts vampires is never easy, and apparently the world has decided it’s time that your life take a turn from its peaceful dullness to something more chaotic.

[bosspigeon]

guys im already brewing another rook

[lulu2992]

I found another “old” drawing! This one is from December 2019.

When I was 11, I drew something small in my sketchbook in art class. When she saw it, my teacher told me, “I like little drawings. They look precious; they are like tiny treasures.”

It stayed with me.

[blossomhead]

pictured here: surly 14 year old rook, surly 22 year old viago, and teia being teia

(click for higher res!!)