Hello. I go by Kiyo or Red. This account is for writing and the occasional unhinged/420 post. Also to share my slowly growing Rook collections Overall welcome to my cave.
Everything Zea Thorne
Pictures, art, and fic about my first OC, Zea.
Everything Ulrike Ingellvar
A WIP of my new OC, Ulrike
This will be updated as I go. Currently obsessed with Dragon age veilguard so you must deal.
Here are fics not related to either rooks but just a generic rook.
Extinguished Flame (Finished)
A short piece that popped in my head at 3am. Dark with a major death. A one shot.
Varies writing challenges
Bare Bone Answers for both
Piping hot answers for both
Tag list post for those that would like to be tagged in the random things
As for tags. I don't really have any besides Zea Thorne. Might have to make more now. Than I'll be a cool kid.
for creating OCs: 9 & 10, for whoever you’d like to answer for!
Thank you ^^ questions here.
9. Are they based off of you, in some way?
Zea is to a degree. Her physical strength (I use to powerlift), height and a little of her shyness around romance. Her boxing au counterpart, her love for boxing and martial arts (I use to kickbox and I love martial arts shit)
10. If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person?
Outside of Zea being a warden, nothing. She's not book smart, has a temper, will punch her way out of something before talking. She kinda formed her way around Emmrich on her own.
Ulrike is the same. Even though I have yet to pinpoint his LI just yet, he was not made with any one LI in mind except trying not to make him romance Emmrich.
Thanks for the tags @zennihilation @jenn2d2 @redaresss @chaosherald
Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.
This was really hard for me. I write...too much romance.
I went with a little Marina x Emmrich. Because I love this one so. Inspired by the poem Annabel Lee from last year's Rook Week
“You do not want to see her,” Viago warned as they stood before the entrance to her room. The silver at his temples betrayed his age, though it was the lines at the corners of his eyes that showed the weight of his pain as he regarded the black cloak before him.
“WE MADE A PROMISE TO A FRIEND. LIKE CROWS, WE KEEP OUR CONTRACTS.” There was a touch of sadness as the void spoke. Like the last rays of purple on a late fall evening. A brief kiss of grief. Unpleasant but necessary.
“As you wish, Capote.” The old crow sighed as he bowed his head. Pushing open the familiar door as they entered inside.
Few came to see his Marina these days. A fact he was thankful for. The world had mostly forgotten their once savior, and it was better this way.
Especially in the last few months. Things were becoming almost unmanageable. And only himself and the Calaca, Manfred, could attend to her now.
But today was, luckily, a good day. She smiled across the room when her eyes fell on them. They had caught her mid dance. Twirling with Manfred to some haunting melody from the nearby gramophone while the skeleton baltered along beside her. She looked happy and carefree as her eyes sparkled in that way that told Viago she was stuck in the past.
“Vorgoth, so good to see you,” she called as the music faded. Pausing to pat Manfred's head with a quick ‘your father will be so proud’ before turning back to her guests. “Tell me, do you bring news of my love?”
Viago could feel the room grow colder. A sense of anxiety that crawled across his skin at the innocent question. Holding his breath as he worried what the Watcher's answer would be.
“EMMRICH SENDS HIS REGARDS, AND HIS LOVE,” Vorgoth answered in a tone that betrayed no emotion. Lying to Rook was difficult, but the truth was earth shattering.
“Of course,” Marina smiled as she took an offered drink from Manfred and sipped it down. Viago was pleased to see her drinking, and that her color was well today. And her hair even looked freshly washed as she tossed it over her shoulder while she sat her glass on a nearby table. “Please tell him I know his teaching is important, but we miss him here. I would hate to have to drag my Viejo home.” Her warning tone betrayed just how much she would have enjoyed that task, and Vorgoth was wise enough to simply agree as he laced his gold clad fingers before him.
“WE WILL TELL HIM,” he nodded as she hummed in approval.
“Very well. Now if you two don't mind, we have more practicing to do. I promised to teach my son to dance so he can come to the next party with his papa and me.”
And with a final dismissive wave, she turned her attention from them. Taking up her position once more as Manfred hissed before taking her hand. Melting back into the past as the door closed behind Viago and Vorgoth as they slipped into the hall. Awkwardly silent as both searched for something to say.
“MASTER DE RIVA, IF THERE IS ANYTHING THE MOURN WATCH CAN DO FOR HER-”
“You have done enough!” the Crow growled as his fist clenched at his side. He knew hitting the shadow would be pointless, but he still debated it as his feet carried him away from her room.
He knew Emmrich had loved her, in his own way. And while Viago loved her as well, the love of a brother was nothing compared to the other half of her soul.
“Actually,” he paused as he turned back to where Vorgoth still drifted before her door. “What you can do is not tell the children what you have seen here today. Maker knows they have been through enough trauma in their short lives.”
“AS YOU WISH, MASTER VIAGO.”
And with those words, the Talon disappeared back to his office. Ignoring the light rain falling in the garden. Not wanting to see the rivulets that ran over the marble sarcophagus that held his Marina's heart.
I am so sorry for the multiple tags. Thank you @amoaliquis and @zennihilation
Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.
So I'm gonna share two...cause I can.
Does bittersweet parting count? This one is from my first attempt at a lichemmrich in Life and Love Eternal
"Why do I feel like I'll never see you again." He looked at her, sincerely looked. A sadness in her eyes as the reality of it began to hit.
"I wouldn't say never." He placed his hand atop hers and gently squeezed. Silently reassuring her.
After a while, reluctantly she let go.
Though Zea resembled his wife, she wasn't her. If reincarnation was real, then one day his Zea would return to him. He spirit would know cause there would be no other. He would wait another thousand years if it meant having his Zea back in his arms.
He turned to leave but stopped before turning back to her. Locking eyes with hers one last time.
"In another life, perhaps."
This one was a nonsexual intimate moment from While you were away
Emmrich stayed true to his word; his eyes never left her. The scent of her freshly washed curls filled his nose, the focus in her eyes as she set about her task.
He had only allowed one other to shave him before he learned himself. Never trusted anyone enough.
Not her. Delicate fingers held firm on his chin, slightly adjusting his head as the blade glided across the edges of his face. There was no fear or hesitation in her strokes and that made him even more at ease.
Prior to her acquaintance, life was routine, his aspirations neatly charted so long as he adhered to the prescribed course. Yet, somewhere along the way, a vital spark had been lost. A light her fiery nature brought back. Surprised how it set his mind at ease. A light that was brutally snuffed out by his own carelessness and the blighted god. How profound the ensuing darkness threatened to engulf him, forever banishing his repose.
As the blade completed it's final pass, noticing the delicate furrowing of her brows. The words were poised upon his very his tongue: To offer her his hand in marriage. Would she even accept a proposal from him? Not at that moment. Fear that such a request would be too much. And so, he squared it away to a pocket in his mind for later. For after.
Thank you for the tag @woundedsoul12 @kogarashi-art and @chaosherald. Your breakdown of each piece was great.
Rules: Take a recently published work and break it down for me scene by scene
Ok so I think I got the hang of this and will try not to think to hard. So I'm going with a moment in-between my long fic. It's from Emmrich's pov so yea.
Putting under the cut as it deals with blood and pregnancy
Sleep didn't embrace Emmrich long. Every time he felt it's hold, Zea's bloodied body in the tub flashed across his mind and he would wake with a jolt. Sweat beads slid down the side of his face, fear clung to him as he slowly turned his head. Looking over to the other side of the bed, she was a sleep. Her chest gently rising and falling, a hand resting on between her breast and the swell of her belly.
So much had occurred in such a small window of time. What was growing with his beloved? would she even survive the birth? The more questions he had the darker they became. Shaking his head as the first wave of tears flowed down his cheeks. Even with his eyes closed in a futile attempt to halt them.
So here Emmrich is dealing with the aftermath of finding Zea in a bathtub full of bloody water. Wanted to convey that despite getting 'good' news from the healer, there was still something VERY wrong. And Emmrich never got a chance to process.
"Whatever happened, Zea was unharmed, she's safe." He told himself over and over. Gaze fell to the ominous liquid.
The need to wash away the evidence was strong. Emmrich set about cleaning as quietly as possible. Draining the tub of its gruesome scene, wishing that all he had seen and been through was merely a dream. On hands and knees he scrubbed away the bloody foot prints from where she stood, cold compared to her fiery skin when he pulled her from the tub.
This was the need to control something. I wanted him to feel just a small bit of pain and have him believe that cleaning will make him feel better. Anything other than the helplessness he was feeling in the few hours everything was happening.
Emmrich laid awake. Hand resting on the side of her subtly pulsing bump. Fear, once more clung to his chest until he felt a swift kick to his palm. He froze, unsure of what he truly felt, until his palm was kicked again. Fear began to give way to hope. A hope he dare not cling to. Not until he knew Zea's life was no longer in danger. Shuffling down a bit so his head was closer to her stomach, he spoke.
"I know not what you are. I simply hope you are no malicious spirit and that will spare my darlings life." He paused, resting his head against her stomach. Heart thumping hard in his chest, afraid to wish. Told himself wishing was futile. Even as the tears began to fall again, the subtle movements he felt under his hand, pulled at his heart. Confused and terrified.
Despite all the chaos there was still the possibility of new life. Of fatherhood, he never thought would happen. Mainly if it was ok to even feel happiness for something made from something as evil as the blight. I tried to show that his love for Zea was strong and no matter what, he would protect her at all cost.
Share your favorite romance scenes that you have written. Kisses, dramatic confessions, tragic partings, tearful reunions - whatever you like.
So, I've shared this before and it will always remain my favorite. I haven't written the full fic yet, just a blurb about the "confession", but I would fuckin' tattoo this shit on my forehead if it would fit. /laugh.
Interesting little factoid - this is the ONLY confession scene I have ever written. Huh.
Hancock and Brenna, AKA Hanbren
Full Scene HERE.
Direct Quote from Hancock:
"I love you, Bren. In this life and every other. You're mine, Sunshine. Until the end of the goddamned world."
I have commissioned comics of this quote with each artist’s own interpretation. Here is a beautiful piece by @yappacadaver.
If Senka and Arojan ever get to this point, I expect great things.
And I would be incredibly remiss if I didn't share these tragic moments that actually make me "feel".
Gross.
[Which makes me think that I should get art commissioned of these scenes.]
Here we have the potential deaths of both Brenna and Senka linked. Snippets provided.
Brenna
Snippet:
Something in her goes quiet then. Not calm, never that. Just… empty. Hollowed out where something vital used to be.
She buries him herself.
Senka
Snippet:
The Crow, who was too sharp, too fast, too impossible to properly contain... gone. Not in the way Crows usually go, blades in back alleys or poison in cups. This is different. This is… final in a way even assassins rarely understand.
(Want todo the tell me Tuesday but having a hard time wrapping my brain around how. Stupid brain But I will get to it) My secret project is finished and just waiting for the all clear to share which now leaves me with so many wip in the wind that I'm like uhhhhh. So as one does, I will give you two.
First up somewhere in IW&HW boxing AU
As Zea sat on the table waiting for her physical therapist, hands folded in her lap, movement in her peripheral caught her attention.
A tall slender, yet toned man was greeting fellow staff and patients alike. An older gentleman with a smile that took over his eyes frequently if his crows feet were anything to go on. Glasses perched atop his head casually.
The way his dark purple button down clung to him tight enough to see he worked out, yet still loose enough to allow fluid movement. Collar popped open as a simple gold chain peeked out against the dark color. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows forearms tight and defined as each muscle shifted with every wave and hand shake. Black trousers completed his dark fit with a gold chain clipped to his belt loop and ended in his pocket.
Zea watched as his long legs sauntered over, unaware that he was getting closer to her until those very legs stopped in front of her.
Her violet-blue eyes shot up to his soft hazels. He smiled and her core grew warm.
"Hello, you must be Ms. Thorne." A warm yet suave voice graced her ears,
"Uh yes I am."
"Charmed. Dr. Emmrich Volkarin. I shall be your physical therapist for the duration of your care"
Second was formed from one of the canon ship question from @kogarashi-art here and has kinda taken over my brain a bit. It's a little of a me playing with Zea getting her memory back or pieces of it back.
The home was large, practically a mansion. Three stories with too many rooms for Zea to keep track of. It reminded her of Caterina home Vila in Treviso. They were shown to their rooms and Eddin informed them that dinner would be served in an hour. A servant would come escort them when the time came. With that the ambassador and his husband left Zea and Emmrich to settle and freshen up.
"So, I don't think the ambassadors husband likes me." Emmrich turned to her wide eyed and confused, his coat half way hung off his shoulders.
"What in Thedas, gave you that notion?" He questioned, completely taking off his coat.
"He was staring at me the entire time. He didn't seem pissed or anything just…"
"Just what?" Emmrich moved in closer, fingers caressing her elbow.
"Like he recognized me? I don't know. It was strange." Eyes glued to the fancy tile design on the ground.
"Indeed. perhaps we should speak to him about such rude behavior."
"No. It's fine. Maybe he was just surprised. The famous 'Rook' doesn't look like what he thought." Emmrich slid his fingers up her arms slowly wrapping them around her soft skin as he closed the space between them to just a breath.
"The famous 'Rook.' More beautiful and vibrant than any words put to parchment could ever convey?" Zea felt heat travel up her neck and settle in her cheeks.
"I highly doubt that." The small formation of a scowl began when he cupped her face with his free hand. Gently forcing her to look upon him.
"Then allow me to remind you just how beautiful, sexy, honest, vulnerable, and strong you are. To the world you are the Grey Warden Rook, the god killer." She scoffed softly. When he leaned in closer, lips barely brushed against hers. "To me you are my Zea. My heart. My love. My dearest, Zea." He declared between kisses.
💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?
🌹 Who fell harder & who fell first?
And for Zea x Emmrich
🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?
💍 Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?
Yay, Thank you for the question. More boxing AU stuff
💕How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?
For Davrin was when Zea punched Saemus. He rarely had people stand up for him. Especially against someone as popular and "famous" as Saemus is. So watching his girl deck someone in front of cameras and hundreds of people. Zea hasn't had that moment yet. It's coming up as part of a thing in a later chapter hehe
🌹Who fell harder & who fell first?
Davrin on both. He was captured the first time he saw her in the ring. He truly fell during the moment mentioned above.
🌙Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?
Zea won't admit it but she does like being the little spoon. Especially when Emmrich reaches for her in his sleep and just holds her close Emmrich has no problem being little spoon, he quite likes it.
💍Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?
They are currently engaged. If you want, I have linked the chapter of said proposal here but under the cut is the actual scene as it's kinda long.
He pulled her closer, leaving a longing kiss on the back of her neck. Fingers intertwined as she pulled his hand to her lips, returning her own kiss. Their eyes locked when she turned to face him, the hazel in his eyes held tenderness and…sadness? Afraid to ask him for fear she already knew the answer. The next words to leave her lips surprised even her.
“Marry me.”
He shot up, eyes widened, confused and flabbergasted as he stared at her. The pounding of her heart thumped so hard she feared it would burst from her chest.
“Zea. I…”
Without another word he jumped out of bed. His long legs carried him across the room and out the door. Why had she blurted that? Cursing under her breath at her stupidity, she jumped from the bed to chase after him. Needing to apologize for bringing something like that up without having had a proper conversation. Her heart pounded with anxiety. He didn't seem upset, just caught off guard by the sudden proposal...She hoped
Of course she wanted to marry him. With everything that's happened, it was even more uncertain how much time she had left and she wanted what little time was left embraced by him. It was something she had thought about after their second visit to the memorial gardens. The thought cemented itself even more with ever thrust of his hips against her when they consummated behind the lovers statue. Realizing in that moment that she wanted, more than anything, to be his. His wife. The thought had filled her with joyous jubilation.
First she had to fix her poor excuse of a proposal. He deserved better not something blurted out on a whim. Just as she reached the door, he busted back in panting. Little beads of sweet trickled down the side of his face as he combed his fingers through his hair. Thin sliver hairs exposed to the air through the open top button on his silk shirt.
“I…I had hoped to do this under different circumstances and be better prepared.”
In his hand he held out a small green and gold velvet box. A soft gasp as a hand flew to cover her mouth. Eyes shot up to meet the tears that began to pool in his. Vision blurred as her own tears overflowed. He lowered himself in front of her to one knee.
“I confess, I had envisioned a different scene for this occasion. Us amidst the serene atmosphere of the memorial gardens, partaking in the finest wines and treats Nevarra had to offer. I intended to shower you with kisses and words of admiration and how that indomitable spirit of yours captivates my affections.”
Reaching for her hand, she grasped his before he could fully extend his arm. Dropping to her knees, eyes locked with his hazel tears filled eyes.
“I had not grasped how lonely the course my life had taken, until you entered it. You regarded my necromance with respect and understanding that none outside Nevarra has ever done,” Tears broke through, cascading down his cheeks. “Your tolerance of my fear. The strength in your sacrifice, being one who willingly curtailed your own life for the sake of others-”
A single one of his fingers pressed to Zeas lips as she opened her mouth to interrupt him.
“Even if it wasn’t your choice.” A soft smile that reached his eyes caused his crow’s feet to scrunch.
Nodding her head as her eyes casted down. Moving his hand to her chin, gently pushed up until she gazed upon him. Red eyed and filled with warmth and endearment.
“Your quick tongue was always faster than that keen mind. Yet, always able to admit when wrong. I will regret for the rest of my days that unfortunate spat we shared.. Yet, it was in the very moment of your absence that the conviction took root within me.”
Removing the ring from its box, a black band with an emerald stone in the center, little blue stones on each side. Grasping her hand the ring hoovered just over her finger tip.
“You have given me more than I could have ever dreamed in a hundred lifetimes. I once told you ‘come what may, my desire is to spend the rest of my life by your side,’ and I intend to do so. Zea Thorne, would you grant me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Zea stared at him. Every muscle in her body screamed to jump at him. Capture his lips and fuck him sensless. Instead she took a deep breath and nodded her head vigorously.
“Yes, Emmrich. Yes.”
As soon as the ring slipped on her finger she wrapped her arms around his neck, toppling them both over until he was flat on his back. Her mouth collided with his, a hand cupping his tear stricken cheek as his arms snaked around her waist. Tightly embracing her, deepening their kiss.
Their kiss was broken by the curious hiss coming from beside them. She glanced towards Manfred and back to her necromancer, a roguish grin stretched across her face.
“Is that big chair still near the fireplace?”
“Yes?” Puzzled by her question.
“Good.” Getting to her feet, she offered her hand to him to help him up. “I still owe you for this afternoon.” That wicked grin grew even wider. He took her hand getting to his feet and dragged her out of the room with great enthusiasm.
Kinda. They're not a one for one as I have no pictures of them from before. Anywho, here they be. Kione De'Riva. I just wanted to see how much I remembered about them. They are nonbinary, 25 and might be my first Lucanis romance.
Their back story is they were rescued by accident by a crow who was contracted to kill a doctor who was buying orphaned elf children and experimenting on them. Kione was cut open on a table when the crow delt with the dr. The crow was going to to put the kid out of their misery but with the little strength Kione had, begged for help. Kione was helped and has the Y surgical scars across their chest.
