#Emrik

[valravnocs]

Dorin, Achim, + Emrik (x)

[sandythereadingcafe]

REVIEW 

EMRIK (Lunar Uprising 6) by Cyndi Friberg at The Reading Cafe

‘The fast paced premise intriguing and entertaining; the romance is fated and subtle‘

https://www.thereadingcafe.com/emrik-lunar-uprising-6-by-cyndi-friberg-a-review/

[thereadingcafe]

[loveallthegays]

Chance Hurstfield and Emrik Lopez in A Million Little Things 5x11

[inkibuni]

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So… I have been working on a tiny project…

Still working out the kinks (and fighting both my lazybones antics as well as overly critical thinking that makes me change things over and over again smh 🤦🏻‍♀️) but I’m going to post my babies on here because I want to share them lol

Under the cut has nothing spicy or anything but because it will be a spicy content story minors DNI!!!!! MINORS, children and anyone under the age of 18 DO NOT INTERACT. Go away! I do not want y’all here. DNI with my tumblr account and me I Repeat Do Not Interact.

Alright with that psa over 💁🏻‍♀️. I’ve yet to decide where I want to have this game/story published. I originally had the Dorian app set up but idk I’m starting to think maybe making it on ren’py buuuuut I can’t code to save my life so this may take a lot longer.

Also might redesign all the characters again too maybe simplify my art.

Anyway below the cut is the cast of

Creeping 👀 Crushes

A story about a tired cfo who retires early to move out into the woods and pursue their spooky podcast dreams.

They were over telling other peoples creepy encounters with the occult and paranormal. So they decided to move out into the woods known for being the most haunted forest in the world. Ferrymen Forest. After an incident with your now ex.

Your colleague and new cfo best friend try’s their best to change your mind even while you’re getting into your truck. But you’ve made up your spooky lovin mind and are ready to move out of Fenzal City!

Your forest cottage is beautiful your bestest boy pupper named Goose happy to be with you.

Your first night in your new home goes without a hitch. As you walk around your new property and let Goose go potty. Your ex texts you wondering where you went. They then call you to berate you over your “lame podcast�� telling you you’re crazy. But you’ve saved money and have everything planned out your selling merch and your podcast already has a large following plus retirement check is a bonus. Your set and he down need to worry and should really stop you warn about blocking him again. 

Your ex still upset & trying to convince you to go back to the city saying you can move in with him 🤮 you laugh and tell em to fuck off and NO!

Hell no! he cheated and made a fool out of you. At a work event. Getting caught sucking face in a photo both during your most important speech of your career really hit the sharpest nail into the coffin that is your relationship. You’ve had your suspicions about them. That night through the tears you looked at your savings and there was far more than you had planned. Plus early retirement and your podcast. It was time to do what you truly wanted!

As you yell into your cellphone at the audacity of your ex. You feel eyes on you. But not just one but multiple glares. You can feel it in your bones. You hang up on him, they try to keep calling you back. You got the silent button.

You call for Goose, but he doesn’t respond. You hear leaves rustling and you turn. A forest ranger pops out of the woods. Goose trailing behind them. To your relief but you still feel the eyes they’re less intense now. But still…

The ranger apologizes for scaring you but warns about Goose running around, should still leash him just in case.

You apologize back and say he usually doesn’t run off like that. Something must have really caught his attention

They cut you off their face serious.

“Honestly I don’t think you should live out here by yourself. There are strange things out here. You should go back.” Your taken aback, they’re tone isn’t like it was two minutes ago. And now you feel scared.

Duhn duhn duhhhn!

These two are the mcs, you have your masculine and feminine mc. I plan to make more options with two more skin tones and a non binary option too they’re in the works but these two are fleshed out. 💕

On to the fun part the LI 😈hehehehe

Meet Chuy, a Jersey devil 👹they/them

Meet Zilar (pronounced z•eye-lar) Alien👽 he/they

Meet Atlus, Moth man 🧚🏿 he/him

Lastly meet Emrik, forest spirit/Leshen 🦌 he/him

[nujavlar]

Bebis

[universeofgalacia]

Emrik Devine. Bee hybrid. Pro hero Bee Plus.

[fragmentedink-archived]

yall it's love emrik hours and I'm kissing him on the head

[coronoidea]

Emrik

[scentedpepper]

Of Crowns and Chains

AEMOND TARGARYEN X MALE SERVANT OC!

Masterlist Pervious Chapter

Synopsis: Prince Aemond Targaryen bestows upon his servant a wish the man finds makes his stomach churn.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Desc. of wounds & effects

Date: The Early Morning of S1E8 “The Lord of the Tides” HOTD — 130 AC

Author Notes: None :p

Chapter 1-1. The Servant Without

Eyes shrouded in heavy exhaustion when the morning comes.

This much, Emrik Frost knows he will see upon entrance.

When the first peak of light turns the sky a light blue, the boy, aged ten and eight, arrives at the castle on horseback. He is alone. A black vest, lighter than the ones he wears during the winter, is situated across his chest with a white dress shirt beneath it. He holds the reins of a brown rouncey horse when he enters through the gates of the Red Keep, exchanging brief greetings to the guards before departing with nothing of value but an insignia of House Targaryen attached to his garments.

The staircase to the royal chambers is much more dimly lit than the grand entrance hall despite its frequent visitors, there are thinner banners lining the twisting walls as you go, all containing the fire breathing three headed dragon and the colors of red and black. It's quiet, empty and far from as bustling as Emrik usually knows it.

The sound of Emrik’s footsteps bounce around the walls as he walks with a speed dedicated to efficiency, his back straightened in a fashion even too proper for the nobles residing in the castle.

He is the only presence within the halls aside from fellow servants, and kingsguard, amounting to their duties at each royal apartment, from King Viserys all the way down to Prince Aemond Targaryen, tucked in the curve of the hallway.

This is where Emrik is headed when the discourse of Ser Cerys Oakheart and Ser Seraphis Dayne strikes his ears. Their voices are quieted, as if any louder may render the castle to disease. –Perhaps, speaking of the Prince's nightly troubles was not far off from that.

“...all night."

“That bad?”

“Even from halfway across the castle, you could feel the weight of the boy's night. I’m not certain he managed much rest, if any at all.”

Ser Seraphis carried his Dornish accent at the top of his throat when he spoke, and if it wasn't the tanned skin and deep brown eyes that gave him away, it’d certainly be the way his voice grumbled in his chest as words sounding more concerned than demeaning left his tongue.

“Good morrow, Ser Cerys." Emrik’s steps paused as he bowed to the two knights. “Ser Seraphis."

“Emrik." Ser Seraphis was as warm as he always was, addressing the curly haired boy with a kind regard that bordered on excitement. Emrik was the closest resemblance of his son in the Red Keep, his character familiar to that of Dornish.

“You’ve heard our discussion, I gather." Ser Cerys speaks, knowing the pinch in Emrik’s brow had to count for something.

“Yes, it is a misfortune to hear of the Prince's torment. How many nights has it been now?”

“Twelve." Ser Cerys says, voice heavy with emphasis. “Twice what it was last month."

Emrik can't help the breath he releases at the sound of the Prince's seemingly worsening condition, his dark eyes flitting to look at the doors behind the two knights, mulling over his thoughts. "I’ve spoken with the maester," he says, a moment of realization crossing his face. "Let us hope the ointment arrives ere noon, yes?”

The knights nod to Emrik in fluid agreement before they part, allowing him to place his hands to the large wooden door and push it open where he is immediately met with the flood of busied people, most of them gathered around the tub, just beginning to pour steaming pots of water into the porcelain.

The faces of the servant women are familiar, some younger looking than others as they coordinate with each other, a clear way of teamwork established amongst them.

In the back, a separate woman stands at the wardrobe, one who Emrik recognizes the long black locks of, tied loosely behind her. Tania sometimes left her post in the kitchen for a short time to wake the Prince, call the others and gather his clothing, subbing in for another that otherwise would have taken Emrik’s duties up since he usually doesn't arrive until later in the morning, when the Prince has dressed and is going about his regular activities.

Today, as expected, would have been no different from that. So when Tania looks to the heavy opening entrance, a befuzzled expression befalls her face at the sight of Emrik and her rushed movements inside the wardrobe pause.

Their exchange is brief at best, because there is a more pressing matter and it is sitting slumped on the foot of the bed, groaning.

Emrik is struck by the sight, feeling an accustomed familiarity run over him as he thinks of the Princes brother's usual state of consequence from the night before. Which– are most days.

The boy shares another look with Tania, this time etched in the same concern Ser Seraphis’ posed when he talked just outside the door, before he began his approach.

As he nears closer, he can hear Prince Aemonds stifled noises of pain clearer. The boy's hair has frizzed, draping a curtain between him and Emrik as he leans in on himself, hands pressed to his sockets in an effort of futile suppression. His skin looks almost dewy underneath the faint light flooding through the window and if it were any other day, Emirk may have thought this to be nothing but Targaryen beauty. But Aemond’s skin did not glisten in the way a bird's tweet brought solace, but rather, it shone like the greasy foods the Prince so often found his lip turn up at, lining the long feasting table as if the gardens had nothing better of substance to offer.

“Good Morrow, My Prince."

Aemond did not meet him immediately, refusing to move from the way he crammed himself into his own body. The pads of his fingers touched tenderly to the inflamed skin around his coarse and ruined flesh, the pulsating twitches in his sockets a constant no matter what position he took on.

“I gather you have not engaged in bathing activities?” Emrik went on, observing from above with boring eyes that left a heavy weight on the Prince's hair.

Aemond shakes his head slowly in a negative answer to the prodding and he sighs, fingers still curled into his forehead as he looks up, posture slightly improving. “No..I have not."

The words come slower than his head shake, quiet and strained as if speaking any louder may judder his brain too quickly and shatter the walls of his skull. His violet eye appears darker under the shadows of the room and his eyelids droop slightly more than usual. The weight of exhaustion has a clear grip on him as he holds Emriks gaze for a few moments less than intended, his head gradually moving back to its hung position, fingers pressing against his face once more.

Emrik watches him curiously, his body moves as if it is ten times heavier than it was yesterday, the collar of his nightshirt has been stretched widely enough to fit the rest of his body through if he so sought wish to and his veins seem even more apparent through his bordering sheer, pale skin.

“Very well. The water should be cooled enough in a few moments, My Prince." Emrik passes glance to the women at the tub as he turns on his heel, striding to the wardrobe where Tania still stands, having watched the Prince with just as much intensity as the man.

“He is not well, is he?” Tania says in a hushed tone, tearing her gaze away from the white haired as she passes the already gathered clothing items to Emrik. Their faces sink into the depths of the wardrobe as they speak, supposedly busied by the grand task of picking out Prince Aemonds uniform black on black outfit.

Emrik sighs quietly, running his fingers along the silky material of a proper shirt. It has become a common question between them, how the Prince is.

There is a brief silence between the two before Emrik replies.

“No." His brow furrows as his hand moves down to the knob of the drawer containing small clothes. “Ser Cerys Oakheart says it is worse than last month."

Tania nods, the skin between her brows crinkling as she glances at the prince, who looks as if he may blow away with the wind. She is older than the two of them, perhaps wiser than both, far browner than Aemond and even Emrik. She has been around the young Prince since before his eye was taken, and yet, she finds herself lost on words when it comes to the vitality and wellness of him. It is Emriks' job, after all, not hers.

It is then, she exhales a deep sigh indicative of clear dread at the prospect of what Emrik can only suspect is a task within the kitchen. He looks at her from his peripheral, closing the drawer softly.

“I must go." She tells him and she looks toilworn already.

Emrik’s lip tugs as he gives her a commisertaive nod and the two leave the wardrobe, Tania parting for the doors first as he makes for the bed moments later. He folds the clothes soundlessly beside the Prince, his gaze returning to the hunch of his body once more, noticing the slight shake in his arms.

The boy does not register the footsteps of his Chamberlain until the matured woman is close beside him, her voice a mere whisper as she speaks to him in caution of the Prince, her head tilted upwards.

Ameonds eye remains shut tight despite the murmurs. He doesn't speak, nor does he make any movement as the two discuss him right beside his form, a topic that was once foreign to his ears. But now, after the loss of his eye, Aemond is privy to every word exchanged between Emrik and his fellow workers. He hears it, and he is aware, that this is what they think of him. That the prince with the missing eye is a shell. A call for concern. That he is the living corpse, the embodiment of a man who has died before death even found him.

Perhaps they are right, and he is a ghost, but it does not mean the pain he feels is any less.

The footsteps go in a group, sounding faintly of hoofbeats as the serving women exit the room, leaving only Emrik to bathing duties, as per instruction.

Emrik has set the clothes on the couch, beside the flicking flames of the fireplace by the time the room has emptied and he carries his weight carefully back to the foot of the bed, his touch featherlight along the Prince's shoulder as he beckons him forth. “Come, My Prince."

Ameonds body is tensed when the touch meets him, he barely registers the warmth from Emriks fingers as his eyes crack open and he stands, discarding the sheet wrapped around his waist. His brows are furrowed as his head enters a new space in the air and he walks past the small sofa, thin nightshirt draping haphazardly over the armrest.

His hair falls far down his back, mingling with the muscle and the shoulder blades beneath it as he undoes the button on his trousers.

Emriks expression remains unremarkably plain as he watches the Prince conduct the task of undressing on his own, his eyes moving away as he too, walks to the tub, rounding the sofa on the opposite side of the Prince.

The air is silent as Aemond steps in, the water reaching his thighs and Emrik can see the visible release when he submerges fully, the warmth sloshing quietly around his collar bones.

This is their routine, the Targaryen boy has not bathed in front of another since he was 14, a year after Emrik came into his service. It was his mother, Queen Alicent, who insisted that he needed a companion with whom he could share the most intimate parts of his life, his body, his mind, his soul.

Aemond thought it shit. Now, he still part way does. He was not a child, and even as a child, the thought of anyone else helping him, especially another boy, made his stomach churn.

But Emrik was different.

When Aemond looked at the boy, he saw no one. Not a lord, not an heir, not a Prince, not the future King. Just a boy. With the same amount of problems as he. A boy with the same amount of fears, the same amount of wants and the same amount of needs. More, even.

Aemonds tilts his head back against the porcelain, his eye shut in an attempt to relieve the pain behind his lid. The bath is hotter than the ones he normally takes, his muscles are taut and his breathing has slowed to an almost painful rate as his lungs expand beneath the water.

��You're early." He says after another moment, dismissing the sponge in Emriks hand with a wave.

“My shift has been moved to an earlier time, My Prince." Emrik explains as he sets the sponge back into its place, taking up a seat on a small wooden stool beside the tub. "It seems my position in the bakery is no longer needed."

The Prince opens his eye to look at the boy, the dark curls of his hair framing his face, his matching eyes boring holes into the floor as his hands settle atop his lap.

Emrik is a boy who does not smile, his face is as serious as Aemond imagines his own. But he is not angry, nor is he cold, rather, his demeanor is that of a blank canvas, and he paints upon it, with strokes that tell Aemond exactly what his mood is.

He can sense his discomfort, the way his shoulders have slightly curved in and the way his mouth hangs just a bit lower than usual. Aemond is no fool, and despite what Emrik believes, the way the skin underneath his eyes are just a bit more purple, the way his curls have grown a tad longer, the way his skin has dulled just the slightest, are all signs of fatigue.

His brow furrows deeper.

"What happened?"

"I do not know, My Prince. The details were not explicit." Emrik's gaze finally leaves the floor as he looks up at Aemond, the crease in his brow has smoothed a bit, but it is still prominent. “Are you well, My Prince?”

Aemond pauses, his good eye looking away as he mulls over the details of his night. He knows the answer from the moment Emrik asks, but he cannot bring himself to answer it truthfully, nor linger on the topic of his well-being for long. “I am fine." He answers. “You do not have to call me ‘My Prince’ anymore."

Emrik blinks.

“You are a prince."

“You are my personal attendant, not my servant." Aemond looks back at him.

Emrik is silent for a moment.

“They are one in the same, My Prince."

The water begins to slosh again as Aemond sits up, propping his elbows on the edges of the tub, his hair sticking to his shoulders.

"You are not."

"If I was not, then I would not be here."

The statement is blunt and honest, and Aemond feels the corner of his lip tug into a partial smirk, straining against the pound in his head that has somewhat subsided since his sink into the hot water.

"Very well. " He says. "Then only when it is us."

"Yes, My Prince."

"Aemond."

"Yes, Aemond."

[experi-sketches]

Hey, just wondering if you’re still writing?

Hi! I know I've been kind of MIA for a a while - I made a deliberate choice to step away from online posting/social media for a time (not that I was ever super active to begin with) because of some stuff going on in my real life.

There have been a lot of ups and downs! I went through some struggles with my family last year that I'm not going to go into detail about, but it's something very personal and I'm still working through it. I got a promotion at my job and I've been learning all the new responsibilities that go along with that. My partner and I began the first of several small renovations that are needed for our home, which has been so exciting. We also got married! I know marriage isn't something that's necessary for everyone's happily ever after, but we made the decision that it was right for us and I'm so happy to be with the person I love. That said, my partner suffered a back injury last summer - it's been very hard on him both mentally and physically, and we're still trying to find a treatment that will prevent him from having to undergo spinal surgery.

So much going on. With all that, I've still been writing, but not as much as I had hoped. Jerre and Emrik are still in my heart, and I've been tapping away at both AIBT and also another smaller project that requires less mental investment on those days when I just need something easy. Rest assured AIBT is still progressing.

Thank you guys for your patience while I move through all the facets of life! I appreciate everyone who has read and enjoyed my stories and I want you all to know that even though I've been quiet, I'm still here, and I'm still working. Love you guys ♥️

[polese65]

CONGRATULATIONS MAMA!!! 🌶️🍜

I did it before with male MK and Redson, but since I started to draw them as lesbian I need to draw them too.

But in my headcanon, MK is a trans men and Redson is cis. So their generbend version MK is a trans woman and Redlady is cis, so in case of a pregnancy Redlady is the one giving birth this time.

So I have an oc, Ember, a spicynoodles child, and I draw her genderbend version, aka Emrik, so since he look a lot like his mommy MK, he will be perfect for this.

[harillen]

Nevarres cake with hazelnuts.. the cake, the recipe of which Lukanis got from Emrik.. the first cake of the year.. It will be interesting.

[erik-goldenzombie]

Creator speaking

This isn't exactly a Sally face oc role-play acc, I chose a background character and expanded him, gave him a backstory, friends, opinions and etc.

Character name: Erik; full name is Emrik Golding

Age: 15-17

Height: 5'8

Sexuality: straight. No, genuinely😭

Sех: male ♂️

I must warn, he's your typical bully, like Travis but he's not secretly gay. He will say homophobic stuff, as some saw, his notes have slurs in them, which I blur for, I mean, fucking hell, obviously I do.

He's friends with Travis, Maple and Phillip (that guy with blue hair in the cafeteria from Ep 3), he gets along with Chug but Erik is wary of him, "if he can eat 20 chocolate bars in one sitting, he can probably eat me too"

He also doesn't really hate Kenneth, if anything he sees him as a father figure (boo Erik, bad Erik). He genuinely likes Travis, though Erik doesn't know Travis is gay. They're a good duo and enjoy each other's company, Erik doesn't suspect a thing.

Erik's got pretty good family, a mother, a father and a grandmother. The parents are alright, the grandmother is a bitch usually. Mom and dad never were abusive, at least not beyond a slap on the head for something stupid, even then, it was rare, Erik admittedly got away with a lot of shit as a kid, causing him to be spoiled in a sense that he doesn't expect real consequences for his actions. His family had decent income, his father - a mechanic, his mom - some office job out of town, pays well but Erik doesn't really know what she does.

When Erik was in middle school, his grandmother moved in and started bossing around him and his parents, criticizing every move and parenting technique. On the bright side (in Erik's eyes) the older woman had a habit of losing things, making it easy for him to access loose cash and her cigarettes. He started smoking at 14, as cliche as it is, yes, because he considered it to be cool.

At around 16 Erik and his grandmother had a huge argument, causing her to kick him out, despite the fact his parents would've probably let him back in, he decided "fuck you all" and started living at the junkyard cuz he's a bad boy like that 💀💀

He bullies Sal with Travis but tries to stay away from Larry, Erik knows his limits and he can't win a fight with Johnson. But picking on Sal and maybe getting physical? "Yeah, why not, I mean look at this dudes pigtails".

Erik does have a soft spot for Travis though, their friendship is genuine. He really likes zombies and clowns. Clown zombies.

He also absolutely adores dogs, but normal dogs, not like, little chihuahua freaks. The kind of dogs you'd have to guard property.

Maybe I'll add some other stuff in here. I can clearly see that Erik seems like a huge asshole lmao. I promise he's not rotten to the core 😭

[sleepyowlwrites]

so who are *your* vibe ocs? :0

*deep inhale* lemme just check my notes. there are...a lot of them.

Ben and Ty from Apocalypse Story are strong vibes ocs. although I've given each of them some traits and personality quirks, they are largely two overlapping sets of vibes. Ben is the nervous, earnest, hopeful, lonely kind, and Ty is the unaffected, mysterious, pop-culture quoting, lonely kind.

all the kids from Thief story are vibes thus far. Ivan is the mischievous MC kid, Reed is the leaderly kid, Dreya is the adventurous kid, Poppy is the flighty, sassy kid, Caro is the unsure kid, and Katlan is the reliable kid.

Dair from Summon Story is largely vibes. he grew up in the Claybeak gang and recently left, so he's lost and awkward, and doesn't trust easily. the Claybeaks are a gang notorious for stealing children's dreams to feed them to spirits, and then the spirits possess the kids to hep them with thievery or even murder! Dair's vibes are fidgety and splotchy.

Ernest from Magick story is all vibes. he's a cool dude! he likes rocks and doing magick with rocks and going into caves and discovering rocks and teaching kids about rocks. he's got grey skin and red hair (from working with rocks) and he has the best catchphrase.

Emrik and Qaz from Ghost story are vibes. Emrik is "intelligent academic did not sign up to be a ghost in another dimension" and Qaz is "I'm too smart and cool to be solving your ghost problems but I'm also loyal friend so here I am'." Qaz is also a werecat, which is cool.

Era and Lin from Portal Story are a singular vibe, that being "I met someone from another world and I'm afraid to lose them and never see them again."

Faroom from Space Story is literally a cosmic being, so of course they're a vibe.

Gale from Summer Story is the vibe of "mentor you didn't know you needed until just now."

everybody from Emporium Story is a vibe currently. harried retail workers.

Lunetta and Sebastian from Train story, but they're supposed to be vibes? the whole wip is just VIBES the story.

Ondo from Guild Story! a vibe. the cat and curiosity. I don't have anything else.

that's it for the greater vibes-over-actual-character characters.

thanks for the reverse uno, Amarantine!