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A walk through the garden of death. Flowers blooming beneath green flames. An odyssey to tame the fear of mortality. Grief softened by the presence of a curious spirit.

Independent Emmrich Volkarin (ft. Manfred) of Dragon Age: The Veilguard. Loved by Day, 25+. Sideblog, follows back from @dicethrow. Promo by @iniziare. Pinned.

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the average experience of a post on tumblr

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His face here... don't talk to me... the-

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🌟💫😊💖

@wolf-eyes-wolf-soul (the meme) 🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

I hope you know that I love writing with you too Dotty! All the stuff we have with Morren and Cornelia is so much fun to write! 💚

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💖 🌺 ✨🌟

@lcgacyofages (the meme) 🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) ✨ ― i love the way you write 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

Ahhh! Thank you JB! What's this from afar business though? I would love to write with you, especially Ogden! Right back at you too 💚

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Hey folks, a very intense storm (debate is on if this is the worst we've seen in decades, stay tuned) is due to hit here tonight. I'm hearing very strong winds, high storm surge etc. I'll be fine but I am 99% sure I'll lose power for the next while and I'm going to be assisting with clean up so this may be a mini hiatus. The queue is ticking away as usual.

This is one of the downsides of living near the Atlantic coast.

Or it could all be just fine and I'll continue on being a gremlin, business as usual. I'm just throwing a heads up in case I suddenly disappear.

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🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs (//Day I love you Emmrich. I love him so much <3)

@fatedmuses (the meme)

Than! Cm'ere, lemme hug you! Thank you so much, you know I love you and your blog right? 💚 All of this right back at you

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🌟 ✨ ❤️

@blightworn (the meme) 🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) ✨ ― i love the way you write ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs

Thank you so much Violet, this genuinely means so much to me. I love all your blogs too btw 💚 we should write something together soon!

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The Veilguard companions + Varric Tethras

The crew who took the picture:

(Yes, it’s prosthetic arm)

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all of them except for "enjoy writing with you" because we haVEN'T DONE THAT YET. GRABBY HANDS AT YOUR BLOGS.

@katabasiiis (the meme)

GIB.

I need shenanigans and I still owe you a starter.. I knoooow.

PS right back at you! 💚

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🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s)

💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point

✨ ― i love the way you write

💫 ― i enjoy writing with you

😊 ― i enjoy talking to you

💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy

❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs

@nekrotisch

Thank you so much, it really means a lot coming from you!

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  ooc meme to show appreciation to your fellow roleplayers. use one or combine multiple to tell them how you feel about them / their blog. doesn't take a lot of time to send in but might brighten someone's day.  )

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 🎀 ― i love your aesthetic / graphics 💯 ― your headcanon posts are always on point ✨ ― i love the way you write 💫 ― i enjoy writing with you 😊 ― i enjoy talking to you 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy ❤️ ― you're one of my favorite blogs 🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

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Disassociation Action Starters

Drawn heavily from my own experiences. Done my best to be respectful!

Send [Snap] for Sender to snap their fingers in front of Receiver's face.

Send [Wake up!] for Sender to try to break Receiver out of it

Send [Jostle] for Sender to shake Receiver

Send [Disconnect] for Sender to disassociate in front of Receiver

Send [Lost] for Sender to stare into space

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Feeling a lot of Emmrich muse lately. If we're mutuals and haven't written together (with Emmrich) yet but would like to. Then like this and I'll be happy to write up a starter for us!

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Emmrich was preoccupied with rearranging a collection of books to make room for several more he had brought from his flat in the Necropolis. The distant sound of shouting drew his attention, and he leaned back from the shelves, glancing in the direction of Rein's room. A mix of curiosity and concern stirred within him at the unexpected noise. Abandoning the small pile of books yet to be arranged, he made his way across his quarters toward the adjacent room.

Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, a muffled thud—the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor—reached his ears. It was a sound he had grown familiar with over the years of his craft. Skipping the formalities of knocking, Emmrich swiftly entered the room to find Rein collapsed on the floor, with a curious wisp floating nearby. The wisp pulsed with a pattern Emmrich quickly deduced as concern, though he paid it little mind for now.

Crossing the room in a few hurried strides, Emmrich knelt beside Rein to check his pulse and breathing. A sigh of relief escaped him when both proved stable, though the incident was still worrying the mage greatly. Without hesitation, he rushed out to summon Manfred for assistance, enlisting his help to hoist Rein onto the sofa-bed.

By the time Rein began to stir, Emmrich had positioned a damp cloth on his forehead and pulled up a chair beside him, intently monitoring his condition.

Closed starter with @themortalitasi:

Rein'd had a long day. He'd probably helped everyone on the team today. He was sore, he was tired. He just wanted to relax in his room for a few hours in peace. And given his very closed door, he hoped he'd be left to that peace.

He changed it to something comfortable from his wardrobe and turned around to see, "AH-! FUCK!" He put a hand over his heart, "Stupid wisp..." He sighed, "Very cute. You got me. Please go back to mommy dearest." He pointed in the direction of Neve's room.

Unfortunately, it moved closer to him. The hairs on his neck and arms stood on end, "No! No! Bad wisp!" He backed up, only to see it still moving at him. He knew they were curious, and he knew they weren't malicious, but rationality didn't matter, "No! No-no-no-no-no!! NOOO!" His deep voice had a habit of carrying when he raised it, just the same as it always had.

Eventually, it brushed against his hand when he tried to shoo it away. He tried to keep his calm, but all at once, he felt the chill run through him as the blood drained from his face, his heart skipped what felt like several beats, and his eyes rolled back.

His knees buckled, losing their strength, and with a loud 'KER-THUMP', Rein fell unconscious on the floor of his room, the wisp floating above him. Not a quiet sound, at all, especially not paired with all the yelling.

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REVERSE + [ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly (Cornelia Thorne @bloodlaurel)

@bloodlaurel

non-sexual acts

Emmrich stepped back from his stance with an indignant huff, irritation flickering across his face. Perhaps it was an overreaction, but in that moment, his pride stung. More likely, it stemmed from the mounting stress weighing on him—a small team tasked with facing not one, but two powerful elven gods. The sheer enormity of their mission sometimes felt suffocating, and Emmrich wasn’t immune to the pressure.

He had requested Cornelia’s assistance with blade work, knowing full well there might come a time when he’d have no choice but to wield a weapon. The thought of being forced into close combat—especially with something as vile as a darkspawn—without the energy to cast defensive magic was enough to push him to prepare. But sword fighting was far from his forte, and it showed. He didn’t enjoy it in the slightest.

"I am quite aware of how to use a blade," he snapped, though his frustration wasn’t truly directed at her. After a brief pause, he sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he relented. "Apologies. I understand this is quite different from dissection."

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As much as Emmrich despised the Venatori—and the temptation to rid the city of a few more of them lingered—he knew there had to be a reason for their attempt to blend in. Their decision to forgo their robes suggested a plan that could be far more valuable to uncover than eliminating them outright.

With that in mind, he reached out, placing a steadying hand over hers to stay her blade. "Perhaps we could do one better," he whispered, his voice low and so he leaned close to be audible. "They’re clearly out of their robes for a reason. It might be wiser to uncover that reason through stealth rather than violence."

Taking a quiet moment to assess, he began to cast a subtle spell, focusing on chilling the surrounding air. The effect would enhance the quality and reach of sound, making it easier to eavesdrop on the cultists’ conversation. However, the nature of the spell created a two-way channel, and they would have to remain utterly silent to avoid detection.

Carolina frowned, glancing at him. "What does it matter?" she hissed. "Maybe they're undercover."

Her first instinct was to jump down and start stabbing, worrying about questions later. She moved to the balls of her feet, ready to jump at a moments notice.

There were exits at the north and south of the courtyard, but beyond that no others she could see, unless they'd come by rooftop. That was good, for boxing them in.

"I take one side, you take the other?" Carolina murmured, motioning towards the exits. "Think we can take them out." She paused, winking at him. "If you're up for it, old man."

She couldn't resist the jab, even though he'd managed to keep pace with her earlier. She liked to rile him up. Or attempt to, at any rate.