#ch: emmrich

[kirkwall-age]

the option to romance emmrich is so fascinating to me

not once in my life was i ever attracted to vincent price and to model his face after him was sure a choice™

but also this blog is brought to you by someone whose list of unromanceable bioware npcs i lusted after includes:

Ammon Jerro (a warlock war criminal of unspecified age who has a granddaughter who is supposed to be the same age bracket as player character thanks)

Sagacious Zu (at least 20 years older than player character iirc)

Loghan Mac Tir (51 going on 52 in origins, will be 74 in The Veilguard if alive, i make no apologies, if Catherine Zeta-Jones can pull it off, so can my Warden)

Zaeed Massani (#WhyYouShouldNeverShipSomethingAsAJoke)

Armando-Owen Bailey (coincidentally voiced by Michael Hogan who played Saul Tigh in BSG who i also considered very fuckable)

i am FOR SURE among the target audience here -- but for a game to actually give me PERMISSION and ENCOURAGE me?

suddenly i'm quite at a loss 👀👀👀 suddenly i'm so shy

[galedekarios]

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

[doomedyuri]

EMMRICH VOLKARIN in DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD.

[pavus]

Rook! It's very exciting. Neve's invited me to help solve a murder!

[mageofquandrix]

Look, I know we all joke about Emmrich, but let's recap this man's schedule immediately before the romance scene: (spoilers, obviously)

fought Ghilan'nain 

fade prison recovery efforts

curse diagnostics

banged Rook (within an inch of their life if Rook the next morning is anything to go on) in a coffin

got up an hour before dawn to exercise.

offers to get Rook breakfast (or possibly went back in the coffin for round 2)

His hips are fine.

[hoiist]

when your boyfriend is the hornest man at the table

[dragonologist-phd]

and since i'm going through all these screenshots, here are some of my favorite mourn watcher rook moments from emmrich's memorial gardens quest:

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[polar1tyy]

I desperately need a slow dancing scene with Emmrich, tenderly kissing Rook's palm as they go and I AM NOT normal about it

[kcwriter-blog]

I loved this romance and I’m not usually into the really sweet, romantic stuff. He’s just so interesting.

[n-evermores]

I am come to be judged by the dead.

[druidgroves]

ngl if spite doesn't get to watch from the fade equivalent of the cuckhold chair i'll be disappointed

[aeipathism]

fic post alert! ch1 of the emmrook fic i've been working on is up on ao3

the argument near the end of emmrich's romance felt too glossed over and activated the sleeper agent in me and here we are

[galedekarios]

i need you all to know that emmrich gives manfred pocket money bc i think this is extremely important information 😌💕

[wiltf]

dinner was late tonight.

taash really didn’t give a shit, if they were being honest. but it was worth making a comment or two and watching bellara puff up in a bundle of emotions. davrin joined in, which leant to the effect of watching their resident expert on all things weird blow a casket before realising.

all of which had become something of a norm. except of course, it was sometimes filtered in with well,

okay, brooding, yes. taash expected the brooding, particularly antivan flavoured brooding, while sometimes being served something that always gets a joke or two about being poisoned. if only because it almost seems to offend the brooder, antivan flavoured, because why would he waste good food like that?

yet tonight, dinner being late, where taash must remind bellara, again, they really didn’t give a fuck if it was late or not served at all (come on, bellara, please? hello!), taash can only. stare. really. because the brooder was at one end of the table, and rook was at the other, deep in a conversation with neve.

one that sounded vaguely snobbish, so taash could only assume it was primarily happening in tevene. or orlesian, with the way some words got a bit punched. rook was holding her fork too tight, scowling so hard that taash expected her to spontaneously combust — taash really wanted to comment that rubbing the eyebrows that hard together could seriously start a fire, but.

this was one of the times taash let it rest. well, not really, not at all, because lucanis was starting to stink of brood and ill-conceived feelings (yes, ill-conceived feelings. taash heard the book club use the phrase the previous week, it's stuck in their head).

it was kind of funny, staring at lucanis, and spite was actually quiet. or pissed off. and taash could only really remember the kind of gossip that lace had shared following their weekly meeting, about lucanis and romance novels and something that sounded like lucanis asking for tips.

because it was fucking hilarious, to stare down the other end of the table, where rook and neve were butting heads. hand-waving and getting louder, swearing within earshot of manfred, while neve could only roll her eyes in a way that would have a lesser person cry.

“you’re an idiot, priscilla.”

rook calls neve something that sounds vaguely like. well, taash shan’t repeat such a phrase in the presence of manfred, but it only serves to have neve laugh and look pointedly across the table at.

lucanis?

taash isn’t the only one noticing now, but definitely had long left their subtlety behind in favour of being enraptured by this. whilst emmrich and davrin try to keep conversation going, in a way that only they could, bellara had given up. so had lace. just eyes moving between rook and lucanis, and dinner was late.

dinner. was. late.

“did you two fuck?”

rook chokes on her wine, and taash would not be surprised if spite was the one managing to keep lucanis upright. saving the man from sliding down in his chair.

“no!” they say at the same time.

snap of fingers, and taash can’t stop the next few words. “did spite cockblock you?”

“taash, stop.” / “no, no. no. no.”

a pause. “then what happened? you both stink.”

sometimes, taash remembered the way their mother would sigh over speaking before thinking. always trying to get taash to measure their words, to treat each conversation like a battle, where it was important to assess and strike. this was not one of those times, yet it was definitely like getting a win over rook, with the way she blushes a deep red, and no longer looks at taash.

well, if no one else was going to pry the awkwardness out of the room, taash was going to do it. besides, they knew that they had positively enraptured this end of the table, sans lucanis, from the way davrin was wearing a shit-eating grin and partway to saying something too.

taash stands, looking between the two, who both looks in different states of the same feelings.

“did we cockblock you—by calling for dinner, i mean?”

rook is the first to groan and seemingly turn to liquid, sliding down in her chair until a sound was made, as if she hit the floor.

“there’s your answer,” neve says, returning to eating her dinner, idly picking off of rook’s plate, while.

well, lucanis had bowed out, plate cleared, chair tucked in neatly. pantry door open, so taash didn’t see a need to drag him out to answer for the both of them. this was better than anything they had witnessed with their eyes so far. better than all the steamy scenes lace liked to read while taash was training.

this was so fucking funny, that the laughter from all around the table fills the room, until a hand shoots up from where rook had disappeared to. flipping all of them off, before flopping back to where she had resigned herself to possibly die.

by whatever the hell any of them believed in, taash had never found something as funny as this.

[pavus]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 — Releasing October 31st, 2024.

[mageofquandrix]

ALRIGHT, Emmrich lovers who also love making fanmixes/playlists, gimme all your Emmrich or Emmrich x Rook songs.

I need them to grow my power.