#poor rook

[freshtrashcoffee]

[marlowethebard]

You Make Me Feel Like I am Whole Again

I have a deeply held HC that in another universe, a 20-something Emmrich Volkarin spent his weekend evenings in seedy bars, listening to bands like The Cure, Bauhaus, Joy Division, etc. He publicly sneers at U2, but knows all the words to "Mysterious Ways" and does a mean snake dance.

Loosely inspired by @heylittleriotact 's fic, I Heard People Are Dying to Get in Here

[eatingyarn]

rook gathered three most judgmental and opinionated people in whole thedas for the final council. good luck!

[sunny374940]

May I kiss you?

Hello hello, I am interrupting honeymoon posting with a little angsty interlude. Rook isn't doing well after the Fade Prison and Emmrich wants to help so much, but he keeps getting pushed away. (Of course there's a happy ending, I'm still me)

It's on ao3 here, snippet below.

And the rest of my fic is here.

“Rook, please, talk to me,” he said, almost begging, and made a move to sit beside him and that managed to shake Rook out of his frozen state.

“Emmrich, I- I can’t, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” he stammered, cringing away from him and he rushed out of the door, leaving Emmrich standing there, too stunned to go after him.

Was Rook afraid of him? What did that place do to him?

He hated Solas with every single fiber of his being, there was such a burning rage inside him that he felt like screaming, but he couldn’t even do that. What if Rook heard him? The thought of scaring him any more than he already was made him sick, so he sat down on the vacated cot instead, burying his face in his hands.

He hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day. Not during dinner, not when he went to sleep once he became too exhausted to keep his eyes open.

Hi guys, here's a new one @mercars-musings, @sorrowsfallallaround, @spinfins, @starfleetteddybear, @redheadsramblings, @lavender-tea-fling

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

Giggling at The Formless One hate posting from the beyond. Rook's first anon—sorry—formless critic. They should invite the First Warden to join their forum.

[neves-trouble]

Rook looks so sad when they talk to romanced Taash before Tearstone holy shit

[aquamarineglow]

Presenting: The superior Targent Agent. The goodest boy. The one and only.....

Bishop!!!!

🎉🎉🎉

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

Rook: “go to Earth” they said, “it will be fun” they said, “make some new friends” they said.

Ben: *muffled yelling from the kitchen* PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

Thana: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER! FETCH THE ANTI-FLAMETHROWER!

Kevin: It’s called a fire extinguisher. A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!

(Loud glass shattering, Ben screaming)

Rook:

Rook: Do not make friends. Do not.