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"Sleep when the baby sleeps" and all that, blah blah blah...but how can you when she's this stinkin' cute?

Doing my duty by adding more half-qunari babies to the world 🫡

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Whispers of souls - Fourth and Fifth chapter

Hiiiiiii! I finished writing the fourth chapter of Whisper of Souls.

4th Chapter

5th Chapter

It was originally intended to be a single chapter, but I wrote too much and found myself having to split it into two. So I've already ruined all the chapter organization I'd done. Will it happen again? Absolutely, and I'm not surprised.

I was so eager to write this part (more complex than ever), that I fell behind on the illustrations. I'm catching up little by little.

I didn't have the heart to ask someone to be a beta reader because there was just too much to read. I was a little embarrassed.

So I did what I could; I hope it's not too weird.

Enjoy!

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Midnight Snack

View full image on my Bsky here

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I’m open for commissions

The past couple of months has been hard. Moved out of an exs and left him mostly everything, dealing with finances and starting all over again.

I moved to MI in 2015 straight after High School, and a decade later, finally leaving an unhealthy relationship, I am now planning to leave MI and figuring out where to move to next.

I’m scared, happy, and relieved.

I always took care of myself and figured things out on my own, because I was so afraid of asking for help. You never know who might pop up in your life and help you when you didn’t know you needed it. Even in the weirdest places.

Now that I am motivated again, have a temporary roof over my head, I want to draw more for extra moolah for a new car and enough to save for downpayment for an apartment and credit debt.

I have 4 works I’m currently working on so far for EmmRook and DAV fans 🖤 thank you for keeping me busy and distracted from the outside chaos.

So I’m asking for some help, If anyone is interested, please DM me for a request!

Any help is appreciated 🩶

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Oh my goodness... I was laying in my bed, reading what I wrote when I saw this and, my God, it's incredible!

@kirain, lovely and dear friend, what can I say? I feel ashamed and guilty for what I posted yesterday, cause it was just an awkward moment of mine, I shouldn't even do that, but still I did. And you cared so much about how I felt to gift me with this amazing short story ❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭.

Sometimes I think I don't deserve so much care and love. Love you so much, dear friend!

And last but not less important, how can you be so good at writing? It's like you are in my head and know exactly how Kate is, how she felt. And it looks so natural, so real. I'm giggling like a fool. This will be a great inspiration for me. Thank you so much! ❤️❤️

Random drawing of Kate. I needed something simple cause I felt down. Writing the story it's obviously difficult and it takes time, ok, but I always think that is so dumb DX.

I need to build up my patience.

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evil Emmrich Volkarin

Social media doesn’t like silence, I know... but I’ll likely vanish for two weeks, at least when it comes to finished works. So here’s one last full piece before I go. My beloved Professor.

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Emmrich pisses off.

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Random drawing of Kate. I needed something simple cause I felt down. Writing the story it's obviously difficult and it takes time, ok, but I always think that is so dumb DX.

I need to build up my patience.

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Ivy & Emmrich (non au)

(Art commissioned by the incredible @refrainee)

When Ivy “Rook” Ingellvar first took up residence in her cramped apartment by the outer walls of the Grand Necropolis, she found a letter waiting in the mailbox for the previous tenant. The handwriting was beautiful, the words even more so, but throughout it all there seemed to be an aching poetic melancholy to it.

She should have thrown it away. At first she did, but something about it tugged at her. She wrote back, not as herself, but as the one it had been meant for.

One letter turned into dozens.

Over the next two years, as Ivy advanced through her Mourn Watch training, she found herself laying bare the pieces of her heart to a stranger cloaked behind parchment and ink. Someone she had never met… someone she was beginning to love.

Then the War of the Banners came, and changed everything. Ivy was exiled and the letters stopped, without warning, without goodbye.

After losing his closest friend to her own pride and ambition, Emmrich Volkarin was left with a silence he didn’t quite know how to fill. At the suggestion from a colleague, he enrolled in a long-distance correspondence program, meant to foster conversation between academic minds across disciplines and ideologies.

But what he found was more than conversation.

For seventeen years, Emmrich exchanged letters with a singular, remarkable soul. Someone who steadied him through the tempests of his thoughts, gave shape to his grief and helped try to soothe the terror of his own mortality.

Lately he noticed the tone of the letters had begun shifting. The replies had grown livelier. Bolder. Restless with longing for a world just out of reach. And Emmrich, once the one receiving wisdom and calm, now found himself offering it return.

Welcome to my canon compliant fanfic retelling! I am still in the suuuuuper early stages of drafting it. (I don’t even have a name for it yet lol) It will start rolling out after Shrouded Halls wraps up! This will be my final EmmRook fanfiction, so I will take it slow and breezy throughout the process. 💚

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In Your Arm(s)

4 page comic.

Emotional skeleton. Man needs a hug!

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Happy birthday, @sofiemystique! I hope I didn't miss it because of the time zones!

The clash of magic and steel echoed through the alabaster temple of the Necropolis, throwing monstrous blasts of arcane fury against the hallowed walls. Emerald fire guttered wildly in its sconces, splintering across the carnage as Allette vaulted over a toppled statue and brought her staff down with punishing force on a Venatori's spine.

Emmrich stood at her side, elegant as always despite the chaos, his coat billowing with dramatic flair as he lifted his arm. With a conductor's sweep of his hand, a ripple of necrotic energy surged forth, siphoning the life from two more cultists; terror frozen in their wide eyes.

"Honestly," he muttered, stepping past a groaning Venatori and casually booting him over the cliff, "this is not what I had in mind for your birthday."

Allette didn't stop, ducking beneath a thrown dagger and returning it with a bolt of violet flame. "Oh?"

"Of course not. I had it all planned out. Dinner on the terrace. Dancing. Perhaps a touch of moonlit seduction afterwards."

He looked back just in time to catch her smirk.

"Instead, we're being pestered by amateurs who read one page of a necromantic grimoire and decided they'd learned enough to raise an army of undead!"

Allette laughed—boldly and delightedly, despite the blood smeared along her dress.

"You're forgetting one thing," she said, twirling her staff with a flourish before knocking another assailant unconscious with a concussive shockwave. "I like working on my birthday."

Emmrich sighed loudly. "Darling, don't say such things. It's unbearably bleak. No one 'likes' working on their birthday."

She chuckled at his distress. "Did you just imply I'm pathetic?"

"Neglected," he murmured. "I wanted to give you all the lost years—folded into one perfect evening."

She didn't reply, trying to stay focused on the battle—though a vivid blush betrayed her. How could he not see he was a gift to her, every single day?

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As the last of the Venatori fell—either unconscious and twitching or dead like the bones they'd tried to raise—silence settled over the chamber like the lull after a storm. Dust drifted through the air like snow, and Allette stood calmly, one foot resting on a cracked bench, utterly unfazed.

Emmrich, however, frowned.

"How fortunate they didn't damage the archives," he huffed. "That is the most important matter."

He glanced at Allette, radiant despite her exhaustion, her chest rising and falling with laboured breaths. Even surrounded by corpses, she remained a striking vision of beauty.

"Well," he whispered, "almost the most important."

He smoothed a crease from his sleeve, then flicked two fingers towards the wall. One by one, the enchanted flames in the sconces dimmed to a gentle glow, shadows thickening until both Watchers became mere silhouettes, the remnants of death forgotten.

Allette turned to Emmrich, curious. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, he stepped towards her—composed, confident, graceful in a way that always sent her heart aflutter. The green echos of light carved sharp lines across his face, catching on his silver hair, making his eyes gleam like dying stars.

Without a word, he leaned in, his breath warm against her neck, then her jaw. His nose ghosted over hers as he lingered just out of reach—lips hovering, shifting slightly, as if searching for her in the dark.

Teasing her.

And then he kissed her.

Not a gentle, fleeting gesture, but a kiss with intent—worshipping, possessive, slow. His gloved hand slid around her waist, pulling her close until every inch of his body pressed against hers, his mouth hungry, coaxing, indulgent.

Fervent.

Allette melted into him immediately, arms winding around his back, fingers curling into his coat. The remains of the battle disappeared. The cold stone beneath their feet no longer mattered.

He kissed her like she was rare, like they were born for each other, like he'd been waiting all day for this—because he had.

When he finally drew back, brushing his lips over hers one last time, he whispered, "Happy birthday, Allette."

She blinked up at him, her lungs heavy. Her lips tingled—aroused and overwhelmed.

"Thank you so much," she said quietly, desire threading through her voice.

Emmrich smiled softly, the barest hint of smugness in it, and tucked a lock of her ashen hair behind her ear. His touch was anything but chaste, his fingertips tracing unexpected paths before cradling her cheek.

"Come," he insisted. "The hour is late, but I refuse to miss my chance to spoil you."

Allette surrendered willingly when he took her hand and led her out of the shadows.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, coyly.

He grinned. "Let's start with a bath."

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Last Line Written

I've been tagged by the lovely @thenymphia for this exciting game! First time ever I'm doing this! XD XD And fortunately, I stopped at an interesting point, or at least, from my point of view. This is from my fic Whispers of Souls ( yeah, I'm not very imaginative with titles XD ). Spirits, so many, so restless. Kate could sense their tumult and the cacophony of emotions, like the beating of her heart in her ears. The sensations thronged violently inside her, clashing and making her dizzy. She clutched her chest, panting, trying to control her breathing and remain steady. She couldn't and wouldn't attract the professor's attention, who, unaware of what was happening to her, had moved forward to observe the spectacle before him. Kate inhaled, trying to ignore the nausea that was beginning to tighten in her throat.

Tagging @kirain, @draco-illius-noctis and @clodicious. No pressure, friends!

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Damn...

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Random scribbling of an oc that I forgot to upload.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaah beautiful!! 😭😭😭😭😭😍😍😍😍😍

Late in the night, Emmrich slid into bed with a soft sigh, his eyes aching from hours upon hours of reading. He kept his distance from the cocooned lump Rook formed under the blankets, not wanting to wake her.

Rook stirred anyway, rolling over and scooting toward him. She threw her arm around his waist and buried her face against his neck, letting out a little groan. She murmured something in Orlesian, the words slurring together. Putain, tu sens vr’ment bon…

“Go back to sleep,” Emmrich said softly. He smoothed down her hair, his hand lingering against her cheek. Impulsively, he gave her a peck on the lips.

Rook reacted instantly and clumsily, curling a hand in his hair to keep him from pulling away. She stretched out her neck, trying to capture his mouth again. It was as uncoordinated as it was enthusiastic, her soft lips crushing themselves against his. Emmrich laughed quietly against her mouth, and then gave her the deep kiss she was begging for.

Rook moaned. She pawed at Emmrich’s pajama bottoms ineffectively, trying to tug them lower. With Emmrich lying on his side, gravity pressing his hip into the mattress, the cloth of one side was entirely pinned, immobile. Eyes closed and clearly mostly asleep, Rook seemed incapable of her usual creative problem solving. She simply tugged harder, making a little sound of frustration at being thwarted.

"Darling, I'll still be here tomorrow morning," Emmrich said, placing a gentle hand over hers.

Rook's eyelashes fluttered and she mumbled something incoherent, her hands slipping away, below his waistband, to squeeze his arse. She let out a small, pleased noise.

"You're not even awake," Emmrich said with amusement.

"Am," Rook said, eyes still closed, and took his cock in her hand.

Emmrich sighed softly, pressing his forehead against hers. He shivered as she lazily pulled him, strokes shortened by the awkward angle, slowed by being half awake. But Rook knew his body so well that the awkward position didn’t matter. The squeeze of her calloused hand was a perfect pressure, making his breath come short. He slowly hardened under her touch.

Rook was not a patient person at the best of times. Emmrich wasn’t fully hard when she released her hold on him and rolled onto her back, manhandling Emmrich to take him with her. Her thighs squeezed around him, and she tilted her hips to press more firmly against him. It was clear that she wasn’t particularly fussed with boring minutiae such as getting a proper night’s sleep or perhaps being awake enough to communicate properly.

“Rook,” Emmrich said, with exasperated fondness.

Rook only smiled, a charming little curve of her lips that made Emmrich’s heart lurch. He shifted onto his forearms, trying not crush her. Rook protested wordlessly, her arms and legs tightening around him, urging him closer. She let out a happy sigh as he relented, weight settling back onto her.

Well. Perhaps he should be a bit less concerned about her lack of verbal communication. Rook was both forceful and dogged in expressing what she wanted; a trifle like being mostly asleep couldn’t stop her.

The soft give of her body under his made his heart pick up, hammering under his ribs. The delectable press of her breasts and the squeeze of her strong thighs around him made heat pool low in his belly. Rook’s hot hands wandered under the hem of his shirt and settled at the narrowest point of his waist.

Rook’s eyes cracked open a slit. Her sleepy gaze took Emmrich in, eyes shifting under heavy lids. She hummed with immense satisfaction, and closed them again.

Emmrich’s breath caught, something tender burning inside his chest.

Rook fumbled between them, shifting their clothes just enough to guide him inside her. She let out a deep sigh, going still.

“Beloved,” she said softly, her voice warm with affection.

Rook had attached to the word with the same love that he held époustouflant, glamorous and impractical, holding stubborn admiration for its useless beauty. On other days, her love of such an archaic word would have made Emmrich repress an amused smile.

Today, it stole the air from his lungs.

He nuzzled his nose against hers, and Rook gave another deep, satisfied sigh. Her hands stroked up and down his back with a slowness that suggested she was mapping every divot, every ridge, with rapt attention.

Emmrich rocked against her, gentle and slow. Rook moaned, limbs tightening around him.

“I love you,” Rook said.

Emmrich couldn’t help but give a startled laugh.

“Darling, I can’t say that anyone has said that less than ten seconds into making love,” Emmrich teased.

“You have already made the love,” Rook said sleepily. “I love you every day.”

Emmrich faltered. His eyes prickled, tears threatening to come.

“And the way you move is very good. If the others did not know what they have, that is not my problem,” Rook said. She slung her arms low over his waist, possessive, and ground lazily against him.

Ah, yes. There was his irreplaceable, exasperating Rook.

He kissed her deeply, one tiny tear slipping out of the corner of his eye, and thrust harder. Rook’s head tilted back, gasping.

In the soft, moonlit darkness, overtired, Emmrich could have sworn that their bodies formed something greater than just mortal flesh and bone, glowing like two luminous beings. As if a pair of stars, against all impossibility, were capable of touching.

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Another Commission for the lovely @sofiemystique . Just finished it today and I hope it‘s enough censored, lol. This was really fun and a one time thing, because it took me 37hours. But for Sofie, it was worth it 🫶🏻

The artwork shows scenes from her super hot fan fiction. You can read it here. And yes, we decided that his cape stays on the whole time, for the ✨drama✨

Thank you again for trusting me 🫶🏻

I will post the NSFW version on blusky

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He’s just so charming.