#Crow!Emmrich

[theskee]

"Let me handle it..."

[vonspe]

friendly advice from the dead

[thismission]

these two gossiping about their love lives is so fucking cute

bonus lucanis confirmed canonically having had a crush on viago!!!

[vermilionheart]

quick doodles!

if the corpse is too stubborn and not in the mood for dialogue

never break spaghetti in half.

[timethehobo]

If there were stealth segments… Cue the mgs exclamation sound whenever an enemy spots them. ❗️😂

[okthisway]

Crows and their gifts 🎁 Lucanis was right for gifting Viago a weapon - it just needed to be bigger and poisoned

[anemonetea]

Arlathan 🍃 Minrathous 🐉 Treviso 🐦‍⬛ The Grand Necropolis 💀

Prints

[kirain]

My sister in CHRIST you are the QUEEN of cockblocking! You write the most mouthwatering, romantic frickin foreplay I've ever read but then you just...CUT TO BLACK??! STOP FRUSTRATING MEEEE!!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

LMFAO!

This is such a compliment! But also, I'm so sorry—that's all you get. 😅

I'm not a smut writer and the best I can do is tasteful, suggestive scenes like this:

Based on @vonspe's art here.

Scipio found Emmrich in their quarters, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned. At first, he merely seemed lost in thought, but as Scipio stepped closer, he caught the trembling of his shoulders, the frantic, uneven breaths.

"Emmrich?" he called gently.

The older man stiffened, hastily wiping his face. "Yes, darling?"

His voice was rough, his forced poise unconvincing.

He didn't turn around.

"You're crying," Scipio frowned.

"It's nothing." Emmrich lied, composing himself. "I just—" He shook his head. "No, it's nothing."

Scipio walked around the bed, but Emmrich wouldn't meet his gaze, his damp lashes lowered, his lip quivering.

It hurt.

"Is it the battle?" He knelt between Emmrich's legs, placing his hands on his knees. "Come on, talk to me. Are you scared?"

A long silence stretched between them. Then, finally, Emmrich sighed, his voice raw.

"I'm scared to die." He swallowed. "But more than that... I'm scared of losing you."

Scipio blinked in surprise before his expression shifted, a smile tugging at his lips—not out of amusement, but tenderness.

"Don't work yourself up over nothing." He ran his hands up and down Emmrich's thighs, a slow, comforting motion.

Emmrich groaned. "I can't help it. What if—?"

"'What if', 'what if'. What if we win?" Scipio teased.

"Darling—"

"No more 'what ifs'. I want to enjoy my night with you, not fret about things that won't happen."

"You can't promise that."

"And you can't promise we'll fail." Scipio grinned, raising to his feet. "So let's focus on the here and now."

He cupped Emmrich's face, brushing his thumb over the wetness on his cheek, then leaned in, kissing him softly. Emmrich let out a quiet moan, gripping Scipio's wrists.

"Darling, we mustn't—mph."

Scipio deepened the kiss, starved and lingering, coaxing Emmrich away from his darkest thoughts.

"Amore," he growled.

His hands moved with care, unbuttoning Emmrich's shirt, then pushing it from his shoulders. He felt the tension in his body, the weight of his fears still clinging to him—so he took his time, peeling away the layers of fabric, pressing kisses along the newly bared skin. Emmrich's breath hitched as Scipio's lips brushed over his collarbone, down to his chest, each touch chasing away the shadows of tomorrow.

"Don't cry anymore," he begged. "Just feel good."

Emmrich moaned again, louder, losing control as the elf's hands drifted to the small of his back, to the nape of his neck, kneading the sensitive pressure points into a loose, tingling surrender.

"Darling, I—ah!"

His toes curled. His throat tightened. His fingers tangled in Scipio's dark hair, a desperate need replacing his sorrow.

"That's it. Be alive with me tonight."

Scipio eased him onto the bed, his legs hugging his hips, his fingers basking in the warmth of his skin.

In that moment, all Emmrich could do was embrace him, soothed by the beating of his heart. As Scipio's lips trailed along his shoulder, sucking and nibbling, he shivered with anticipation.

And before he realised it, his fear was silenced by hope.

[taamlok]

Veilguard Tumblr Stats: The Results

In December I ran a Google Form looking to compare the official Bioware player statistics to those of the tumblr fandom. I received 3031 unique responses, and am now making the results available to you! This was a solo endeavor and I'm so grateful to every single one of you for your participation! All I ask in return is that we keep it positive: this was a fun project, let's keep it that way!

The results are in graphic form under the cut (alt text is available for every graphic). I have also captioned them with the official Bioware stats for comparison purposes where applicable. You can view the raw data in the form of a Google Sheet here. Please note that these results contain major endgame spoilers.

Thank you again, please reblog for reach!

Bioware did not provide hard numbers, but their ranking is: Neve, Lucanis, Taash, Harding, Bellara, Davrin, Emmrich

Bioware stats: 44% freed the archive spirit, 56% kept the archive spirit; 54% had Emmrich become a lich, 46% saved Manfred

Bioware stats: 33% sent the griffons to the Wardens, 67% sent the griffons to Arlathan

Bioware stats: 22% forgave Illario, 78% sent Illario to jail; 21% had Taash embrace Qunari culture, 79% had Taash embrace Rivaini culture

Bioware stats: 39% had Neve become an inspiration, 61% had Neve become a protector; 16% had Harding embrace anger, 84% had Harding embrace calm

Bioware stats: 22% banished the mayor to the Grey Wardens, 36% saved him, 42% left him for dead; 64% punched the First Warden, 36% reasoned with him

Bioware stats: 49% saved Minrathous, 51% saved Treviso

Bioware stats: 46% for Davrin as the distraction team leader, 54% for Harding as the distraction team leader; 58% had Bellara shut down the wards, 42% had Neve shut down the wards

Bioware only provided top 3 picks for each: Emmrich, Neve and Bellara are top 3 for unravelling the wards and Lucanis, Taash and Emmrich are top 3 for going after the Venatori. Please also note that these questions were optional on the Google Form and was not answered by all respondents.

Bioware only provided top 3 picks for each: Taash, Davrin, and Emmrich are top 3 for fighting the Juggernaut and Taash, Davrin, and Harding are top 3 for the counter-attack. Please also note that these questions were optional on the Google Form and was not answered by all respondents.

Bioware stats: 3% sacrificed Rook, 8% fought Solas, 17% outsmarted Solas, and 72% redeemed Solas; 43% of those who redeemed Solas had the inquisitor join him in the Fade

Bioware stats: 31% played rock, paper, scissors with Manfred; 50% petted Assan

Bioware stats: Human at 43%, Elf at 40%, Qunari at 11%, Dwarf at 6%

Bioware stats: Grey Wardens at 24%, Shadow Dragons at 24%, Antivan Crows at 16%, Veil Jumpers at 15%, Lords of Fortune at 11%, Mourn Watch at 10%

Bioware only provided stats for the three core classes: Mage at 40%, Rogue at 30%, and Warrior at 30%

[lukohan]

Lucanis:Have you thought about what I asked yet?

Emmrich: My dear Lucanis, I can't simply tell Nevarra's nobility, "Please stop hiring Crows to assassinate our king."

Lucanis: Twenty contracts. It's becoming a problem.

Emmrich: King Markus is… spry, for his age.

Lucanis: Poisoned. Seven times.

Emmrich: And blessed with a robust constitution!

crow!Rook: Hmm... How likely is it, that the king is some sort of undead?

Emmrich: Pardon me!?

Lucanis: Ah, is that the issue?

Emmrich: Surely that's ...

crow!Rook: It's Nevarra. I wouldn't put it past them.

Lucanis: That would explain all those failed attempts. Now, what would be the best methode to kill such an undead?

crow!Rook: Fire. Cremation. No corpse, no undead.

Lucanis: That makes sense.

Emmrich: Are the two of you truly discussing the assassination of Nevarra's king in my presence?

corw!Rook: ...

Lucanis: ...

crow!Rook: Yes?

[sky--phantom]

Crows and the Nevarran king

[vonspe]

is this your card 😉

[ibahibut]

💀🐦‍⬛💤

Rest after long days of hard work 😴. Of course, Emmrich's humming helped Lucanis/Spite to calm down.

[nyxpheros]

Needed comfort since I had a shit night..

[cocainesuperstarblog]

what do you think viago's reaction was when he heard about crow!rook accidentally getting high off their asses drinking gingerwort tea?

my man's been building immunity toward various kinds of poison for years and you mean to tell him that his fucking protégé got taken down by a fucking mushroom tea.

[ladylentejita]

Orphan crow Rook had a peculiar habit. Upon returning from a mission—or in the early morning before preparing for one—they would curl up in a ball with a blanket by the hearth in the common room.

The team had always found this quirk both surprising and endearing, but no one had ever asked about it. That is, until Emmrich joined. One morning, over breakfast, he broke the silence with his ever-polite and gentlemanly demeanor.

“Rook, if it’s not too intrusive to ask,” Emmrich began, setting down his tea with a thoughtful expression. “I’ve noticed you have this peculiar routine to start or end your day. May I ask how long you’ve been doing it?”

Rook chuckled lightly at the question. The rest of the team fell quiet, their curiosity evident.

“I’ve done it since I lived in the orphanage, actually,” Rook replied casually, taking a sip of coffee while still fully wrapped in their blanket. “I used to do it whenever I felt lonely or scared. I thought… this must be what it feels like to be held by someone that cares for you.”

The words were delivered with such natural ease, such simple honesty, that they starkly contrasted with the horrified, heartbroken expressions of their teammates.

“Rook!” Harding shot out of her chair so quickly it scraped loudly against the floor. Her eyes were glistening as she threw herself at the blanket bundle, wrapping Rook in a firm, protective hug.

Bellara and Tash followed immediately, equally distraught, piling into the embrace with their leader.

Rook laughed softly, trying to brush off the reaction, but they didn’t push anyone away. Instead, they accepted the affection with quiet gratitude, letting themselves be held.

Bonus 1:

From that moment on, Spite became relentless. Every time Rook was within view, Spite would shout in Lucanis’s mind, “Hurry. Go. HUG HER!”

Lucanis never quite mustered the courage to act on it. But something shifted. Rook’s favorite dishes and desserts started appearing more frequently on the menu, prepared with meticulous care. The cushions on the couch by the hearth—where Rook always curled up—were now kept clean and freshly fluffed.

Bonus 2:

Manfred began joining Rook for their hearth ritual. Every afternoon without fail.