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A meme created by the lovely @starfleetteddybear for my Emmrook fanfic "Beloved crypternity". Thank you so much for reading and capturing it in this wonderful way

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For @palenecromaniac and their Rook, Yuriel Ingellvar 💜 I loveee how into each other/their relationship they are (big mood). Also, I would kill for Yuriel's cheekbones 😂

My dear Yuriel,

There are moments when I wonder how one person can haunt another so completely. You have a way of doing it — of winding yourself through every thought, every quiet moment, until I am aching for you in ways I can hardly put to words. The sound of your voice, the flash of that teasing smile, the warmth of your hands when you claim mine — it all lingers long after you’ve gone.

My dearest, you are unlike anyone I have ever met. Not only for the way you walk with death at your side, as I do, but in the way you walk through this world burning with life. It is impossible not to be drawn to that flame. To watch you call forth a wandering spirit is to watch poetry in motion, and I am powerless to resist the spell you cast upon the living and the dead alike. The scholar within me falters, and what remains is only a man, burning for the sound of your voice and the feel of your hands upon my skin.

I long for you in ways that leave no room for restraint. The very thought of your hands moving over me, your breath whispering warm against my throat, is enough to ruin the stillness of the night. To have you bare before me, to watch that confident smile dissolve into a gasp as you yield, is a vision that lingers long after I am left alone. You have no idea how deeply you undo me, Yuriel. Or perhaps you do — and that is why you tease.

It is in that yielding that you ruin and remake me. To feel the strength that shines within you give way, to watch the knowing arch of your spine and the quiver of your breath as you surrender, is enough to haunt a man until the end of days. There is no necromantic rite, no arcane spell, that can match the force you hold when you give yourself wholly to my hands and mouth. The sound of your voice breaking upon my name is the sweetest music I have ever known.

Come to me tonight, dearest. Let the veil between life and death dissolve as it so often does when we are together. Let the room bear witness as I whisper every holy obscenity upon your skin, as I draw forth every sound, every sigh, every shiver that is mine to claim. Let the stars themselves envy the way I worship you, Yuriel — for you are not only my favorite haunt, but the flame upon which I am destined to burn.

Until then, know this: you haunt every thought, every breath, every beat of my heart. And I would have it no other way.

Yours, wholly and endlessly, Emmrich

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Beloved crypternity - Chapter 2

There was blood, blood everywhere. Ankle-deep and still warm, freshly escaped from the body, it seemed to pulsate for a few moments. As if it had a life of its own, only gradually realizing that its purpose in life had been fulfilled. Here, everything was conscious. Rook was in the Fade, he knew it—and yet again, he didn't. He was asleep and dreaming. So, of course, he was here, in the realm of the beyond. But why this dream?

Why couldn't he escape this pool of blood? His legs were stuck in it, as if they had grown to the ground beneath the red tide. He felt more like a statue than an elf. For he couldn't use his voice either. Instead of calling for help, he remained silent, despite his best efforts. And there it was again, the threatening cleaver, inevitably appearing at the edge of his perception. He had experienced this moment many times in his nightly dreams. And always, he had awakened shortly afterward, losing consciousness in the Fade.

This time, however, his particularly deep sleep after the strenuous expedition granted him an extra moment in the invisible reality. What he saw frightened him.

He awoke gasping, half-sitting up abruptly, his whole body shaking. It was still the dead of night, and it took him a moment to remember where he was. In Emmrich's room in the necropolis. More precisely, in his bed—and he wasn't alone.

His startle had, of course, abruptly awakened him as well, and the professor rubbed his eyes, putting a comforting arm around him as he sat up. "Another dream?" he asked sleepily, yet genuinely concerned.

Rook nodded nervously and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his forearm. "I'm fine."

Back in the waking world, he calmed down quickly. He was no longer a novice and could distinguish between nothingness and reality very well. But like Emmrich, he was convinced that the reflections always had a root in the real world. It was disturbing.

"I'll get you some water." As always, Emmrich cared for him, and Rook gratefully accepted the refreshment as he climbed back into bed with him.

"You're pale, my love." He snuggled up to Rook's side and gently brushed a strand of hair from his face. It tucked easily behind his large, pointed ear.

"I always am," he replied, after placing the empty glass on the bedside table.

Emmrich made a "Mhhh" noise, expressing his scientific doubts, and lured one of the will-o'-the-wisps closer. They roamed his room at all hours of the day and night, and he loved them far too much to have the heart to banish them.

The wisp willingly obeyed his request and playfully circled Rook's head, giving them a little more light with its magical essence. "Aha! Pale as fresh shrouds. I told you so."

"Oh, please!" Rook sighed and admitted defeat. Emmrich won their game of righteousness far too often, and the last thing he wanted to do was look in a mirror. Sinking back into the pillows with Emmrich was a much better idea. So he snuggled up to him and began an endless loop of kisses. Emmrich offered no resistance. On the contrary, he quickly got to work, coming to lie on top of Rook and between his legs. After last night, their clothes were probably still scattered around the room. If Manfred hadn't collected them by now and taken them to Maker knows where.

He felt Rook's soft, smooth skin wherever they touched; it was intoxicatingly beautiful. Long years spent without a partner were behind him. Experiences, valuable yet ultimately always disappointing, faded more and more into the past. And he wouldn't have believed it possible that his greatest happiness was still ahead of him.

"My darling," he whispered, caressing his ear and then, with a gentle sucking, kissed his neck down to his collarbone, below which his hands were already massaging and caressing his chest. Rook sighed contentedly at the special attention and returned the caresses generously. He sensed where this was leading, and even though it would have been prudent to get a few more hours of sleep, the voice of reason was gagged and silenced when Emmrich worked his way down to his belly button and further below. His lips and tongue were performing incredible feats, and Rook was hypersensitive in this area of ​​his body. He stretched and moaned, surrendering himself completely to his lover. His forearms were crossed over his eyes.

"Deeper?" Emmrich asked teasingly. As if the answer wasn't obvious.

But Rook could still be cheeky, like he had been as a teenager. "If you go deeper, you'll still find traces of your success yesterday, my dear."

"All the better, then I'll find the way more easily," Emmrich grinned quickly, immediately following his announcement with action. Rook felt the hairs of his elegant mustache on his upper lip between his legs, his tongue followed, and it combined its wetness with that he had left there just a few hours earlier.

Rook grabbed a pillow and bit into it. There was no other option if he didn't want to wake half the necropolis. The pillow smelled of Emmrich's favorite perfume. He was simply all around him, and what he was doing was so, so good! His hands pinned him to his pelvic bones, which tightened the skin on his abdomen even more and caused an incredibly pleasant pulling sensation around his penis and testicles. Emmrich truly knew the intricacies of anatomy. And Rook loved being given new proof of this again and again. Just before he could fall into a blissful faint from the lack of oxygen under the pillow, Emmrich interrupted his incredible activity and resurfaced from the lower area. He propped himself up on his hands and nudged the pillow away from Rook's face with his nose and chin. Emmrich grinned when he saw Rook's bright red cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"Not pale anymore," he stated teasingly. He had recently positioned himself, but hadn't yet overcome Rook's natural resistance at his tip.

"You don't want me to be able to walk during the ceremony afterward, do you?" Rook asked, every single syllable sounding like 'Go on, take me already!'

"Walk?" Emmrich grinned daringly. "That's not enough for me, you'll dance with me too, darling." With the smallest of movements, he gradually widened him, bit by bit. Rook gasped and wrapped his arms around him. He hesitated one last time before the crucial piece.

"Pillow?"

"Pillow!!"

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I am very happy to show you @oxalees beautiful commission of YurielxEmmlich. You perfectly captured them from my daydreams. <3

ych comm for @palenecromaniac ✨️

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I just finished my very first Emmrook smut fanfic, decided to give it a try myself. Please give me feedback - and reblog if you liked it

And yes, its smut, for 18+ readers

Have fun :)

Beloved Crypternity - Chapter 1

The cold crept out of the dust, bitter and consuming, creeping up the pure stone of the vault, punishing those foolish enough to lean on it and draw strength. The depths of the Necropolis were not only dark and deadly, they seemed to disappear into eternity. No one, not even the oldest creatures of the Mournwatch, had ever reached its bottom.

"And if someone did?" asked Rook, cautiously peering from an edge into the bottomless blackness.

"If so, that someone wouldn't have been able to return and tell the story," replied Emmrich.

"Or wouldn't have wanted to. Perhaps the mystery is reason enough for someone to linger there."

Emmrich snorted with undisguised amusement. "Dearest, I love that even in the face of a deadly precipice, you spontaneously lapse into philosophical discourse with me."

"Oh, really?" Rook looked up at the professor, who was almost a head taller than him, but the howling wind and the whipping grains of sand and dust prevented a more intimate moment. Blinking constantly and with a scratchy throat, it wasn't easy for him to work his charm. Rook sighed inwardly. How long had they been down here? Had it been days, or even weeks?

He longed for peace and quiet, wanted to finally get some proper sleep, take a bath... but neither these deprivations nor the constant hunger due to their limited supplies overshadowed his greatest desire: to finally lie in Emmrich's arms again. Or to slowly climb onto his lap, electrified by the knowledge of what would follow in the next moment.

Emmrich seemed to see that his thoughts had taken on a life of their own. "Dearest, where are your thoughts?"

A smug, "Here's to you, my darling, breathing heavily and wild," was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. They were in an extremely dangerous situation; any inattention could be fatal. Many guards had already gone missing down here, too many.

"I'm sorry," he said instead, hanging his head. Emmrich responded with a frown and gently touched his chin to make him look into his eyes again. It was those mischievous blue eyes that had fascinated him endlessly, ever since the day they met.

"What do you mean, what are you sorry about?"

It took Rook a moment to find the right words. "I'm distracted, and that's putting us in danger. Because I can't be close to you, even though you're standing right in front of me." A tear almost appeared, but the howling wind wiped away any trace of it before it could flow down his cheek. He felt so stupid and naive, but it was only his passionate love for Emmrich Volkarin and his brutal exhaustion that made him so weak.

"It's true, we have to stay focused," Emmrich answered confidently and calmly. "But I understand you, darling. I feel the same way!"

"That's..." Before he could even begin a full answer in surprise, he saw Emmrich cast a protective spell. Supported by gesture and voice, he wove a small, invisible sanctuary around them that would protect them from harmful influences and stray evil spirits, albeit only for a very short time, because the professor also had to conserve his strength on this dangerous journey. Rook, as a necromancer, knew the incantation and resolved to continue to receive instruction from him.

Now and here, however... barely had the last sonorous syllable of magic sounded when Emmrich grabbed him and kissed him passionately, as one might have expected from a young daredevil rather than a man over fifty. But here, etiquette and decency couldn't buy him anything; all that mattered was how Rook tasted as his tongue played around his. How his sweet, plump ass felt in his hands. The hard pressing just below the belt, merely trapped in superfluous fabric and leather. How the excited gasp felt on his cheek as they wildly gasped for breath before the next passionate kiss. It was a fully clothed union of two lovers, just for a sweet second. It was a promise of more.

Rook had fallen into a delirium of bliss, the tumble softening his posture in Emmrich's embrace. As if he could simply flow completely into him, so close, even closer. He didn't even know what he was doing anymore, how he pressed himself against him in an almost uncoordinated manner. Like a ghost that wanted to enter him. This urge was overwhelming, and ironically, it was his erection that prevented him from pressing further against Emmrich's hip bone. But the friction did its part to maintain the rush.

Even through his clothing, he felt as if he could feel Emmrich's emotions with his own skin. They were tightly entwined and moved in unison. A demon of lust would have been proud of them at that moment. Rook was already trembling from the feeling of rising tension in his pelvis.

"It'll be over soon," Emmrich sighed throatily, biting his lip.

"Not quite," Rook gasped, digging his fingertips into his back. "Oh please... soon..."

"No, I mean, the protective spell is ending!"

The magical shell dissipated with an uncharacteristic hiss and discharged with a threatening sound directly into the ground on which they stood. Rook and Emmrich, however, clung to each other like a perfectly fitting two-piece puzzle. Unlike the spell, however, they hadn't yet discharged, and when the dark spirits that had lurked beyond the sanctuary tried to pounce on them, Rook ripped them apart instantly with a magical curse, which he hurled at them while cursing loudly. Emmrich marveled, perplexed by the efficiency that the frustration of the almost-so-close climax seemed to bring. Even at his age, he was still learning. However, this insight was of little use to impart to his students. His thoughts were in chaos; he felt like Rook, who had just turned to him, panting, after cursing the spirits into the abyss. Emmrich's body glowed like a volcano; he noticed the distinctive scent of heated grave gold rising from his arms. He felt like pushing Rook over the nearest ledge and shamelessly taking him from behind. This time for real, without clothes, without decorum, raw and uninhibited, holding him with one hand around his narrow elven waist and the other under the tangled red hair at the nape of his neck. Until he finally filled him and then, with a satisfied pat, demanded that he hold still for a moment so he could contemplate his work in peace.

"Damn it!" Rook's voice drowned out the constant howling from the abyss. He stomped toward him and practically fell into his arms. Emmrich looked down at him soothingly, as best he could in his own agitated state. He gently brushed a strand of hair from his face and at the same time admired Rook's incredibly pretty lips, still swollen from their wild kisses. "Is our expedition failing because we can't keep our hands off each other?" Emmrich chuckled.

Rook took a deep breath and finally grinned, shaking his head. "Let's postpone the glorious exploration of the Necropolis's abyss for a little while longer. Let's turn back."

Emmrich nodded and sighed. "Agreed. But how are we supposed to explain this to Myrna and Vorgoth?"

Rook blushed immediately. "Tell them the truth."

"That we're currently sloppily fulfilling our vows because, regardless of the surroundings, we're inextricably stuck together like two pancakes with syrup?"

Rook laughed and kissed him deeply once more before it was time to leave. "Either that or simply that I love you."

"I love you too, my darling!"

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So true!

I was talking to the amazing and inspiring @sofiemystique yesterday about just how perfect Emmrich is with every Rook. That just got me thinking about this necromancer and how he loves every single Rook with his whole self - body, heart, mind, soul - and you don’t even have to fight for his love. You just show him the love you have to offer and he’s right there with you.

His love is not fragile. It’s not fleeting. He gives it to you freely as long as you are willing to offer your love in return. It doesn’t matter what you look like, your background, your regrets - he just wants to love and be loved in return.

(He’s also an incredibly refreshing depiction of a necromancer. BioWare could have gone the classic creepy route, but no they made this man a charming, hopeless romantic. And they made necromancy sexy and fascinating without being morbid -which is fine, it’s just been done)

So, I guess all of this to say Emmrich loves you just exactly as you are, and it’s also ok to love yourself exactly as you are. You’re beautiful and Emmrich would totally agree.

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For all Emmrooks out there, keep it up, love is eternal <3

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This is crazy, I am not an artist, far from it. Let me write 768423667836 sides fan fics, no problem, but drawing/painting/editing? No way... but... one of you lovely people inspired me - all credits to you who did that!! - to do just ONE try with my pencil. Bucket list: Embarass myself on social media - CHECK

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Rook Appreciation Week 2025

Join us in a week dedicated celebrating Rook!

How it works: Post any form of human-created fanwork (art, writing, gifsets, digital photography, mods, etc.) that celebrates Rook (or any DATV OC) on tumblr. Tag us, @rookappreciationweek, and we'll reblog your work here!

About the prompts: Prompts are optional and non-binding! You can create for any Rook on any day, and interpret the prompts however you wish. You can also ignore them entirely, if you prefer!

‼️This is a Veilguard positive event - please refrain from posting Veilguard critical content as submissions. ‼️The use of generative AI in any form is prohibited for this event.

Check out our FAQs here, or shoot us an ask if you have questions! You can find a text-based list of the prompts below the cut - we look forward to seeing what you create 💜

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Rook Appreciation Week 2025: June 22nd - 28th

Optional Prompts:

June 22 - Aldwir: Maps | Arlathan | Discovery

June 23 - de Riva: Poison | Treviso | Resistance

June 24 - Ingellvar: Bones | Necropolis | Scandal

June 25 - Laidir: Artifacts | Hall of Valor | Treasure

June 26 - Mercar: Slavery | Minrathous | Change

June 27 - Thorne: Darkspawn | Weisshaupt | Independence

June 28 - Non-Canon Rook/Free Space: Ritual | Lighthouse | Duty

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This is for all #Emmrook #Emmrich #Emmrich Volkarin #Veilguard

#Dragon Age #Thedas #Necromancer #FanFics #Mournwatch #Rook lovers.

Thank you for all your storys, Screenshots, fan art, comics, captions... you spread some moments of joy for others.

Please tag and reblog me to keep this great network up. <3

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Emmrich: Where’s Manfred?

Taash: Doing stuff with Assan.

Emmrich: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Davrin?

Taash: Trying to stop Manfred and Assan from doing the stuff.

Emmrich: And Rook?

Taash: Trying to stop Davrin from stopping Manfred and Assan from doing the stuff.

Emmrich: I see. And what are you doing here, Taash?

Taash: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Rook from stopping Davrin from stopping Manfred and Assan from doing the stuff.

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Possibly the most elegant display of spellcasting ever.

#Emmrich Volkarin #Dragon Age #Veilguard 'Mournwatch

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What can I say....

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They should

A: Discuss the latest troubles of the blight and Evanuris war, doing research, stop Solas,....

B: Just kiss :)

#emmrich #dragonage #emmrook #veilguard

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#dragonage #caption #necromancer

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Showing off for the first time, my avatar. #fantasy #elven #dark #dragonagelovers

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Greetings! I’m the mod of the Ingellvar Institute, and I’m reaching out because you’ve requested to join with a blank blog. Unfortunately, many tumblr communities are dealing with an influx of spam right now, and many bot accounts are blank, so in cases of blank blogs I send a confirmation captcha question:

Which NPC in the game is your favorite?

Hello uchidachi, I am in fact new to tumblr, and so far i really enjoy the arts and chats. The dragon age franchise is my hobby, my favorite is Emmrich, my Rook is a Mournwatch elven necromancer. Besides, I like Viago very much. I would be happy to be invited to Ingellvar institute.