#Emmrich volkarin

[riadoodles]

Where the Dead Must Go~🎶💀

[toonybrin]

POV:

You pissed off a very powerful necromancer

Bloodied and un-bloodied versions ✨️

[lostiel]

mods edits | thank you @okthisway for your save files <3

[svanha]

Here, take a new batch of Emmrook sketches ✨

[lkblackham]

Lil extra WIP today. This Qunari head bonk image forced this out of me. I already have at least 30 Dragon Age projects going at once, I did not need this.

Wait yes I did.

[velvettsage]

– "Rook, you need to be more caref—" – "Shhh~" – *glare of pure disapproval*

[starfleetteddybear]

Looking at you, the Emmrich/Emmrook fan club.

You should write the most niche, indulgent fiction that appeals to you specifically, because it will be much more artistically authentic and valuable than corporate slop that has been focus tested to death to appeal to the widest audience possible.

Write for yourself and you will always be making authentic art that has an uncompromised vision, and you will gain an audience that appreciates that.

[a-lyoshka]

the dating in progress

[edenxroseyposey]

Where The Dead Must Go 💀🪦

[monikalaprus]

"What a day of unexpected splendor."

[keppsfreakerroom]

Oh he's so pretty i could just die

i think emmrich would make a wonderful goth

[stormwifewrites]

day 156 of kissing the old man with tongue

[angua-33]

Emmrich Volkarin / Dragon Age The Veilguard / pencil on paper A4

[lavenderprose]

Emmrich and Rook Ingellvar are both scholars of similar topics, both academics--Emmrich canonically and Ingellvar mostly by implication, given the nature of the Mourn Watch. People who are very intelligent and very educated and very in love with each other tend to Yap, and this creates a perfect environment for one of my favorite things: Argument Missionary Sex.

It's not deep, it's not serious, but Rook has a different opinion of an article in last year's Annual Review of Necromantic Studies. They're wandering around the room, fingers on book spines, listening to Emmrich go on.

"I mean, you're wrong," Rook tells him, not unkindly. "Like, I understand why you might think that, but you're wrong."

"Darling, metaphysics is my area of expertise."

"Your expertise is spirit-summoning," Rook says, rolling their eyes. Just a little.

"Which you cannot do if you don't have a robust grounding in certain metaphysical theories, like spiritual exchange--" Emmrich's doing that cute little thing he does sometimes, his hands in fists by his hips, wiggling.

"Do you want to have sex?" Rook asks, eyes trailing up and down Emmrich's long body.

"Don't change the topic," Emmrich says, snippily.

"Oh, I'm not," Rook says. "I just think we might as well have sex while we're talking about this. Bellara and I are leaving for Arlathan in the morning, we'll probably be gone a few days. Do you want to have sex before I leave?"

"Well, yes," Emmrich says, like this should be obvious.

"Then let's go." Rook turns around, mounts the staircase. "You can fuck me while I tell you how wrong you are."

Emmrich makes a series of spluttering noises as he climbs the stairs behind them. A few minutes later, he's bracing himself against the headboard, hand on Rook's chest and hair drooping enticingly over his long nose as he pants, "A spirit cannot--exist in both the Fade and in the material world simultaneously, it isn't physically--"

"It's not simultaneous," Rook groans, fingers steepled into Emmrich's narrow hips. "It's a theory that a spirit can--move so quickly through the Veil--oh, fuck, faster--"

"The theory is unproven, unvetted," Emmrich says, and then he's blessedly fucking quiet as he takes Rook's nipple in his mouth. He bites a little too, the shit. Rook digs their heel into his ass.

"You're just mad you weren't consulted for the experiment," Rook huffs, and wiggles away from the deliberate scratch of Emmrich's mustache against their ear. They wrap their hand around the back of his neck, panting.

"They could have at least asked," Emmrich mutters, and Rook laughs, and Emmrich buries his face into their neck with a kind of chuckle-moan that warms them down to their toes.

"I love you," Rook murmurs into his ear.

"I adore you, my darling," Emmrich replies. His hand finds theirs on the mattress, entwining their fingers. When he pulls back, the expression on his face is smitten, gentle, and...smug. "Even if your opinions on spiritual transference are patently wrong."

Emmrich walks around the Lighthouse for the next couple of days with a dark purple hickey on his neck too far up for any of his collars to cover completely. Rook refuses to admit they did it on purpose.

[electra-jolts-magnetism]

As others have said “Gentle Parenting” vs “Tough Love”

But at least it looks like all of them are having fun.

what it feels like to take emmrich and davrin with you as your team

it's basically just emmrich 'gentle parenting' volkarin vs davrin 'tough love' the warden