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[mirufiyu]

Rookanis Week 2026 Day 3: Warmth/ touch/ romance

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[emmi4793]

Rookanis Week, Day 2: Open Doors/Cages

I interpreted this one as Lucanis stuck in his head/the ossuary always falling back to memories of blood magic and receiving Spite. While Rook is continuously trying to bring him back to the here and now showing not only him but Spite as well who they really are.

Thank you @rookanis-week for another amazing prompt!

[fellamorte]

Cages Have you ever met someone and felt they were a reflection of you? have you felt reflected?

A super late piece for day 2 of @rookanis-week 😮‍💨

[kogarashi-art]

Hi! How about 11 & 12 for Rookanis week asks? 💜

Thanks for the ask, @wolfsong-the-bloody-beast! 💕 I'm glad you asked this pair. 😊 I have some pictures for this one.

For the Rookanis Week Asks here.

#11: If Rook got a chance to get Lucanis a second gift during game events what would it be?

So I'm going to say third gift, because we actually can get Lucanis two things during the game. This tea set:

And the wyvern-tooth dagger:

(Though I prefer gifting them in the other order to a romanced Lucanis, because his reaction to the tea set is very sweet if you romance him.) So it'd be a third gift.

Which Saadrah does give him, post-Tearstone, and it's related to their romance. I have her gift him one of these:

This is a pair of dragon-fang daggers that Saadrah has the Caretaker help her make, from a fang taken from Corius the Icetalon after they defeat it in the Hossberg Wetlands. It's her take on the "necklace of kadan" tradition (the one we see in Inquisition with a romanced Iron Bull). She still wanted to split a dragon fang with Lucanis, but neither of them is really the necklace type.

The intent was to give him the Crow-themed one and keep the Qunari-themed one for herself, but he asked for the Qunari one instead to match a knife she gave him when they were children.

#12: What would Lucanis get for Rook at the Treviso market?

While they're wandering the market picking up gifts for their companions, Lucanis sees Saadrah admiring all the lanterns hanging there. You know, these ones?

(On the left, my favorite spot in the market. On the right, one of the lanterns from the Antivan theme for the Lighthouse.)

And frankly, that's me absolutely projecting onto her for this bit, because these lanterns are gorgeous.

After they get back from meeting with Illario, Saadrah finds one of these left outside her room as her gift from Lucanis.

[rookanis-week]

Day 1: Coffee / Tea / Hot Chocolate

Are you struggling on what to write or draw for this prompt? It can be easy to run into roadblocks. The Mod Team has put together some questions that may help inspire you.

When did Rook first try any of these? Are they formative experiences or new experiences?

This question gives Rook a chance to express similarities or differences with Lucanis - what others do they have? How does this affect their relationship?

Tea? *disgusted noise* how do Rook and Lucanis deal with rejection?

How did this first date influence Rook and Lucanis's relationship?

[marbled-polecat]

A very late contribution for @rookanis-week : Family/Spite

Let me introduce the Dellamorte family. A painting they had commissioned about four years post VG. This is going to be part of the follow-up fic to Fire Magic & Inner Demons.

Kione 'Rook', Lucanis, Chiara (Lucanis and Kione adopted her after her mother died, Illario is bio-dad), Illario, Macario 'Rio' (Son of Lucanis and Kione, Kione had a run-in with an ancient elvhen spirit trapped in an artifact = magic baby), Caterina, and Spite!

Also on ao3!

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[theantivancandlehop]

🌟My Very Important Contribution to Rookanis Week.🌟

Hello, fellow felons, banes to the Venatori, lovers of Lucanis that might be in need of items from the Shadow Dragons faction shop!

Since I am not feeling well enough to write/draw anything for Rookanis week, here goes my contribution for the event, saviors of Treviso! XD

Are you broken? Can't buy/find enough valuables to rank the store up before "A Warden's Best Friend" and don't have a PC to cheat?!

Don't worry! I got you covered! 100% legally!

Remember the Central Market detour you take to reach the Docks during "The Smuggled Relic Case"? The one with a chest that contains the "Defiant Plate" piece? Well, that warehouse is full of containers and pots everywhere. And when you break those pots and glasses, you can get not only an unholy amount of flawless crystals, but also money AND valuable items! Including the "Tevene Lager", which *coughs* is worth 8 points if sold to the Shadow's faction shop.

Once you've broken the heck out of everything, just use the fast travel to the Sanctum and back and the contents will have respawned once more!

Do that for as long as you have the patience to, and you might as well get to rank 4 before saving Treviso.

MWAH. (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

[itsrainingpandas]

For Someone So Sweet, So Gentle, You’re Tearing Apart My Nail Beds

Rookanis Week 2026

Day 2: Open Doors/Cages Organized by @rookanis-week Chapter Rating: T Summary: A Spite POV about how Rook's presence changes Lucanis from the inside out Also Available on Ao3

Determination became Spite the day they were swallowed screaming; a spirit made demon as bone and flesh closed around it. The cage they occupy writhes and howls and when it sees Spite within itself, it hates them.

The prison calls itself Lucanis. It never tells Spite this; instead, the demon uncovers the information as it presses against the confines of his mind in search of exit. His name is Lucanis and he is also trapped. His cage is different— there is water and ice and magic that burns— but he also cannot escape. And now, his body encases Spite. Spite does not know if humans have a word for the prisoner of a prisoner.

They trawl through his memories as he sleeps. It is the only way they learn; the prison will not speak to them. They feel Lucanis’s resentment seeping down from his skull every day. So they do not ask, and instead pick through his brain, finding words and emotions and facts and feelings. They see a city with streets of water overlooked by stone cafes. They see the repeating faces of a young man and an old woman— Illario. Caterina. They find memories of a mansion that has no locks and yet seems like a prison all the same.

Often, these explorations are interrupted by Venatori. They torture Spite’s cage, and Spite feels it as well. A spirit who knew nothing of humans now knows both their words and what it feels like to burn. Spite can only be its name and survive anyway.

Lucanis is afraid, though he will not say the word, even to himself. He is also angry, and that is much easier for Spite to commune with. They speak to the echoes of that anger, stoking it, keeping the cage alive and them with it. Sometimes, Lucanis is even grateful for the rage, and it is the closest to a positive thing he allows himsel to feel. Everything else is pain and despair.

Like any beast, Spite can only grow as large as their containment will allow. The press against dark, shadowy corners, but it’s not enough. Spite hates the walls. Determination had the whole Fade to stretch along, but Spite has a cage that despises it. They take Lucanis’s shape like water filling a container, but not all of him is open to be reached.

One day, Spite’s cage seems to think it has broken free of Lucanis’s cage. And on the other side is her.

She is unlike any person Spite has come to know through Lucanis’s memory, a world away from the Venatori masks and cowls they’ve witnessed first hand. Her hair is red— not like the blood Spite is now so familiar with, but like poppy flowers and strawberries and other things they do not yet know. She smiles in a way that shows her teeth; Spite didn’t even know humans smiled like that. Lucanis quakes at the sight of it and then immediately argues that he did no such thing while the temors still ripple outward.

She calls herself Valkyr de Riva— they can call her “Rook.” Spite will call her Rook. She said they could.

Lucanis’s thoughts run too fast to follow. Freedom—no, blood. Phylactery. Her smile. Destroy the blood. Get out. Eyes the color of violets. Kill the Venatori. Kill Calivan. The contract. Her laugh. The demon. Abomination. Illario. Caterina. Who is Valkyr de Riva? Get out. Get free.

At the end of the incessant stream of thinking, Lucanis declares them free. Spite looks around and sees they are still in the Ossuary. The cage lied to them. They do not know why.

But something is different after, though Spite cannot quite grasp how. There are more people around, more new faces, less torture and pain. The walls of Spite’s prison shift ever-so-slightly outward, as if letting out a held breath. But it is still dark, and the walls are too high. Spite scrabbles at them, begging to speak, to be heard. They are ignored.

Spite learns about the strangers first through Lucanis’s eyes and impressions of them before discovering they are capable of developing opinions themselves. It turns out tha mortal trappings have a scent that the flesh cannot grasp. Spite smells their pride and their failures, their wants and their hatred, the smells of their long-ago and their not yet arrived. Lucanis hates it when they try to tell him what they picked up, and Spite does it anyway. Perhaps they do it because Lucanis hates it— because Spite is its name in the end.

Unfortunately for Lucanis, no one fascinates Spite quite so much as Rook.

Rook— violet eyes and poppy hair— is something different. It is impossible for Spite to describe how. Her outside is visually standard for mortals, and while she holds a spark of magic, it is not particularly strong or unique. There is nothing about her that demands remark from a demon, and yet she is special somehow, some way. Because her presence changes the prison.

It starts out subtle and easy to miss in the noise and vibration of a mortal body. Rook speaks and a buzz of electricity sparks in the darkness. She laughs and bars move, chains rattle. Spite can see further, hear more. Something in Rook changes something in Lucanis. Something that now sits in the human chest which Spite cannot identify.

The first time Lucanis smiles after Spite is with her, at her, and the edges of his ragged mind go quiet. The quiet is new. Being with Rook creates many new things.

Spite tries to ask Lucanis what it all means but he pushes them away and down, saying it means nothing, it can never mean anything. Why? The prison does not answer. Why should Spite even hope for answers? Lucanis isn’t even capable of leaving the Ossuary.

Lucanis thinks he will not let Spite speak to Rook, but this cage is not as sturdy as it likes to think itself. When he sleeps, Spite learns what it means to move and speak. The ugly, heavy limbs are hard to manipulate, his voice scratched and strains against the human throat, but the teach themselves that the prison can be used.

When Spite meets Rook, Lucanis cannot stop them.

She is nervous to meet them and she admits it freely. But she does not run, she does not glare. Rook speaks with Spite, not to them, and still offers her smiles.

And she is special. They can see it now.

Lucanis is furious when he shoves them back inside, but Spite still finds the jail door is open when he returns. Still a prison, but the door flung open.

Rook smells like cinnamon and fire smoke and sharp edges and hope. Her fingerprints whitewash the cage bars and Spite can see it, even if Lucanis refuses.

So the day Lucanis shrinks into himself and locks the door behind him, she is the only one Spite can turn to.

Rook changes prisons. She opens doors.

She glows inside the prison the way she has glowed inside Lucanis’s heart this entire time. They follow behind as she throws open doorways, shrinks problems, creates bridges.

To see her is remarkable. To be in her presence is a gift.

It’s so obvious now.

When they find Lucanis, he is not different. Because he was changed by Rook long ago. She had been changing him since they first saw violet eyes and poppy hair, and she holds their hand as the Ossuary melts away.

Lucanis’s body is no longer a prison. It is a shared shelter, a contract, a union.

Together, they love Rook with doors flung open.