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[paramortality]

I can't be the only one sitting on this so I'm taking you all down with me

CW blorbo death HC (it's about Laird)

Laird and Emmrich have a long, inseparable 37 years together. Laird, his rusty red mane– now a strawberry silver sunkissed by life and age– can't cope as well as everyone thought he could. Even knowing it was coming for so long, it felt like he hadn't prepared at all when it finally happened. It was peaceful of course; cold in Laird's arms one Wintersend morning.

Lucanis makes the trip from Minrathous with his wife Neve of nearly as many years. Bellara's Aravel is escorted through the Nevarran streets to at Vorgoth's behest as she's an old friend of their son's and ofc a hero of the Veilguard. The blight no longer in the world, Davrin has made it to his greying years with no calling and arrives with the mountain little Assan has become. Laird was there for Shathaan, Harding, and Isabella's funerals, so of course Taash makes a show of force with the Lords of Fortune at their backs to be their for Emmrich's. He was just as gilded as they were, and they found some Nevarran artifacts in some looter's den that needed returning anyways.

The funeral was beautiful, people making pilgrimages thedas-over to pay respect to the now second fallen member of the Veilguard. Laird seemed to be holding it together really well; He'd never tell anyone how bad it hurt. Even if Neve saw through him like a glass house, he'd argue politely he'd be okay. There'd been quiet concerns he'd turn to the lich lords to "fix it" at his lowest moment, but he never visits them. "How many exceptions until tyranny," he reminds himself.

It's not even a full week after the funeral they all receive a letter again. This time in what may be Vorgoth's hand but is too shaky to really be theirs, right? Laird had been found at Emmrich's headstone after being unaccounted for for a couple of days. Shrouds kiss had already started growing unnaturally fast around the headstone and over Laird's shoulders, petals pressed gently against the pages of a memoir of Manfred's development they'd written together in their final years. Manfred was his own man, off in search of a lost hypogeum with his own research team much further down in the Necropolis. He's grief stricken but unsurprised his fathers went one right after the other when a letter finally reaches his expedition camp some days later. His only regret being he missed Emmrich's funeral for simply not knowing. Time loops on that one charnel bridge really delayed the letter's delivery. No one's fault.

All the gang returns, just as they had for Emmrich, but the grief now stacked twice as high. The man who believed in them all, went to hell and back, killed three gods, and was the wind at all their backs as they saved the world together was gone, just like that. If happiness could be a thing in times like this, they hoped the Fade gained two inseparable wisps of curiosity and determination that night. Neve never looked at wisps that pestered her in pairs the same way again.

Taash, trying to keep a stoic face– like the casket before them didn't hold the first person to ever really listen to them, who outed his own gender identity to help them find their own– forces a dry humour smile at the podium and swallows a tightness in their throat. They knew he never wanted his funeral to be doom and gloom.

"Hey. His hands finally stopped rattling. Bet he's happy about that."

It was the only time anyone in the world had ever heard Vorgoth laugh.

If y'all need anything I'll be fighting my brain in the Waffle House parking lot for this.

[thequeenofthewinter]

I want to give a huge shoutout and hug to the amazing Emmrook community here. I have been so immensely blessed by all of you around here, and I thought I should show my appreciation even if it is in just a few words. I came here from another fandom and was very scared and nervous about joining the DA community here, "what if they don't like me" or "what if I am not good enough" (you know, the creator brainworms which infect us all at times). I had heard from others that there was discourse, and it was problematic here--No. Not here. Not in our house. This is genuinely one of the most wholesome, beautiful spaces I have had the privilege of being a part of--and I do say privilege because all of you are SO amazingly talented. I am in awe of all of you. You inspire me every day. Your creativity and kindness keep me moving forward. There is so much beautiful art and writing that I could only dream of here. I am home. <3 If it were not for you all, I wouldn't be creating anything at all.

You are wonderful.

Just tagging a few particular people, but this applies to ALL of you. If you're circulating in the Emmrich tags, I have seen you. (And/or I am probably too shy to tag you.) @redheadsramblings @starfleetteddybear @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @holdingontojupiter @razildor @paramortality @draco-illius-noctis @theyearningghoul @caughtnyact @pseudospaceship @aldisobey

[redheadsramblings]

OC Character Inspiration

I was tagged by the lovely @curiouswisp for this

Are there any characters from fiction that inspired your OC creation, either in their physical appearance or personality?

Obviously I'm a talk about my girl Rowan, so let's go!

💜 Death of the Endless from The Sandman series

Look, let's just get it out of the way, the creator is scum and should just die painfully.

However, the character was a huge inspiration for Rowan and I made her before all the stuff about the creator came out, so I can't avoid it.

Rowan gets a lot of her personality from Death, pleasant, kind, down-to-earth, perky, and nurturing once people get past her looks and the outer layer she's had to erect thanks to childhood trauma.

💜 Evie Carnahan from the 1999 seminal film The Mummy

Evie is everything and I love her. Rowan, like Evie, is very into learning and can often ignore obvious dangers when something catches her interest but will fight tooth and nail to protect people she cares about. I prefer Evie from the first movie, The Mummy. The sequel versions are fine, I just prefer the 1st movie.

💜 Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice The Musical

Specifically musical Lydia. She's cute, sassy and takes no shit. She also sees a problem and takes care of it — see pushing Beetlejuice off the roof. Movie Lydia was a bit too passive and emo for me.

💜 Éowyn from Lord of the Rings

I love that Éowyn and how at first look she appears to be the typical fantasy Princess who will need rescuing and is just there to make the male lead look manly. Nope, not our girl, she sees her people going to war and disguises herself as a man to protect her people and her home. And then she fucking obliterates the Witch King and saves the day at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. Rowan is the same. She looks like a doll and fragile, but she can kick your ass from here to the Fade.

💜 Morticia Addams from The Addams Family

Specifically, the version portrayed by Carolyn Jones in the original 60s TV series. I based a lot of Rowan's physical appearance on Morticia with the hair, her cheekbones and body shape. But as I write more of her, I realise she also has a lot of Morticia's personality from all her portrayals. She's considered creepy, kooky, mysterious and spooky. And she loves her family and supports them to live as themselves, whatever that may be

💜 Myrna from Veilguard

Rowan was not my first Rook, she was actually my second but the moment I saw Myrna, Vorgoth, Emmrich, Manfred and the Mourn Watch I knew my next Rook was going to be an MW and romance Emmrich. And I adore Myrna's look and used that as an inspo for Rowan. Rowan's voice is also based on Myrna's rather than the in game voices. Rowan's is slightly higher in pitch, but the tone and accent are Myrna's.

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Tagging with no pressure @sunny374940 @andthekitchensinkao3 @lizziemajestic @starfleetteddybear @paramortality @thequeenofthewinter @choccy-zefirka @crimsen-khalessi @serstolas @guacamolleee @tinygameralec @dragonracer and anyone who sees this and fancies a go tag you're it 😁

[sofiemystique]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged last week by @paramortality & @hedwigoprah . So this week I bring an offering of ANGST from when Allette and Professor Emmrich Volkarin first met in the Necropolis.

“Professor Volkarin?” Allette knocked on the open door into his office. Shelves lined with skulls and bottles with preserved bone lined one wall of the office while the other boasted an extensive personal library. A skeleton was standing in the corner holding a tray while the professor sat looking over parchments. Annoyance crossed his features as he looked up. “Yes, how can I help?” his voice was short, he was obviously very stressed. Allette almost turned and walked out, apologizing she had even bothered him. However, if there was a chance, the smallest hope she could move forward in the module then it was worth asking. Moving into his office she stood in front of his desk. “I am terribly sorry to interrupt you but I did have a question.” “It is quite obvious you have a question or you would not be here.” A snap. She wasting his time. He was busy, a senior necromancer in the Mourn Watch and an esteemed professor. She needed to be succinct and quick. “The Introduction paper you have asked prospective students to write, is it possible to have an extension? 24 hours at the most,” Allette began but he held up a hand to stop her. His face strained and his eyes narrowed. “This course is quite rigorous and demanding. The expectations of punctuality with attendance and work completed leaves no room for negotiation Miss...” “Ingellvar,” Allette supplied. The way Professor Volkarin's left eye twitched made her stomach sink. “Miss Ingellvar,” he said her name as if it tasted sour on his tongue. “Perhaps becoming a Senior Necromancer is not the appropriate choice for you if you have not yet mastered your skill in time management.” Allette blinked and forced a smile. “You are absolutely correct, Professor. Thank you for your time. Good afternoon.” Her exit was swift, as was her walk back to the dormitories. For all the accolades Professor Volkarin had along with his grand reputation, it was a surprise they had failed to mention he was a complete ass.

All right so to tag some friends : @redheadsramblings @deny-the-issue @hedwigoprah @razildor @holdingontojupiter @paramortality @milothatxh @farore05 and anyone else who would like to participate.

[theyearningghoul]

OC/Rook Vibes

Magdalena "Mags" Mercar

Rules: Pick some images which describe your Rook’s vibes with no explanation. Let the vibes speak for themselves.

Tagged by the lovely and favoritest @thequeenofthewinter 🥰🥰

And my new bestie @basic-x-witch 🥰🥰

This was so fun omg 🥲 I felt like I was back in high school again. Lets bring back 2013 tumblr amiright I spent way too much time doing this; time that should've been spent writing the fic this girlypop is in LOL

Sorry if y'all have done this already, but tagging some besties that I don't think I've seen do it: @paramortality @velvet-apricots @silshinobii @bionicgrapejuice

[hedwigoprah]

10 People I'd Like To Get To Know Better Tag

Thank you @nevarrantorte for tagging me. I love this kind of stuff :)

Last Song: SUPER BOARD - Straykids (I'm gonna see them this summer I'm so exciteddddd)

Favorite Color: Purple. All shades, but I lean towards purple-red over purple-pink or purple-blue. Big fan of lavender and lilac ;)

Last Book: Glisser (Ironside Academy Book 5) Jane Washington. Highly recommend if you like Light Omegaverse and Reverse Harem (10 o.O)

Last Movie: Pride and Prejudice (2005) It's my all time favorite since I was 10. Considering writing an film analysis script on it.

Last Game: Baldur's Gate 3 actually.

Last Show: The Traitors. Obsessed with the twists and absolute camp.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet, but a fruity sweet. Also, salty is not an option which is also a favorite cause I got low iron bb

Relationship: Married, 6 year anniversary is next month :)

Last internet search: Where to Watch Lego Batman. Guys it's on MAX.

Tag list: (If and when you feel like it) @basic-x-witch @ermagerdperpehs @mscreativity @strugglinggranola @theyearningghoul or @coffee-walk-with-me I didn’t know which you would prefer @pivlywhip @paramortality @deny-the-issue (I don't think I follow everyone from our discord server :( sad) My deepest apologies for not replying to your music ask but I’m tagging you too (I don't listen to music often and YouTube music SUCKS) @emmieloumay

[paramortality]

Seven Sentence Someday

Tagged by the gorgeous as ever @redheadsramblings !

Please take this BADLY unpolished peek at the terribly overdue Chapter 5 of A Death's Rattles as an offering.

CW for feelings of impending doom

"I wasn't supposed to be there," Laird shouted as he squeezed his eyes closed tight. "War of the Banners; it wasn't originally my assignment, it wasn't my party I was leading! I was only there because my cousin insisted I go with him!" Emmrich, eyes wide and bewildered as a mad jackrabbit, simply stared as sweat caked the dust from the caving rubble to his face. The stones shook as Weisshaupt's demise marched on all around and above them. Laird sucked in a nauseous breath when the stones over their heads groaned, hurriedly rambling, "Well he isn't actually my cousin he's a Qunari his name is Rethkata we grew up together he went on to be Tomb Guardian he wasn't a mage but it was his first big assignment and Emmrich he was so proud you have no idea and I went and screwed it all up for him I--" The professor's eyes welled as it dawned on him: He's trying to distract me as we're about to die.

Tagging with love! @sofiemystique @crowthatwalks @basic-x-witch @deny-the-issue @avoskorm @theyearningghoul @holdingontojupiter @bionicgrapejuice

[paramortality]

Together

Author's Post || A03

Was such a delight getting to collab with @medic-simp to give my boys some love! Please go follow them and show them some love and kudos!!

Laird and Emmrich? In pajamas? Falling in love?? Read about it above then come see it in colour!

(Art lapse stills under the cut)

[paramortality]

A time paradox / dream AU where Rook lives the events of Veilguard beginning to end as usual. They fall in love, the lose someone in the battle to Ghilan'nain, have to make that impossible choice between Minrathous and Treviso, help their companions, take down the evanuris, all of it.

Just to wake up in the infirmary and live it all for real / again.

They remember everything. They can't look Davrin or Harding in the face knowing they're going to die horribly, but can't say why. They meet their love interest and have to hold themselves back from pet names or affection because obviously they just met wtf is wrong with you. They ask Solas for help knowing that little shit is going to betray them. Repeatedly. They try to urge Neve or Lucanis to make ready for mass disaster but can't tell them how bad it's really going to be. No one else remembera what Rook does. No one else had the same dream or went back through the timeline.

We've been here before, but you don't remember.

[thequeenofthewinter]

Spicy Work-in-Progress Wednesday pt. 2

...because you all asked for this. Insatiable, the lot of you. Obviously, as always, there is no obligation for you to read this as it's smut or maybe you're waiting for later when I put this bad boy up in its entirety. I'm up to 4k+ words for this chapter and this smut is NOT done yet. Oh boy...

As always I queue these things to post while I teach my students how to avoid dangling their participles, so if I've missed your WIP post, I'll get to it later. <3 Make sure you tag me. I love friends and loving on their writing.

Tagging: @starfleetteddybear @thepalehorsevictoria @redheadsramblings @caughtnyact @skyrim-forever @theyearningghoul @draco-illius-noctis @hedwigoprah @dirty-bosmer @paramortality @sofiemystique @holdingontojupiter @aldisobey @sylvienerevarine

But then again, how can he stop when he has not been so close to anyone in at least a decade? When she is so warm and clearly wanting? When she—

As he adjusts his grip, his hands slide higher up her thighs, fingers brushing against the underside of her small clothes only to find that they are damp. A fluttering of heat begins in his stomach—guilt or perhaps it is the hunger of arousal. The pad of his forefinger traces over the fine edge of lace lightly, and she shivers, head pulling back to break their kiss and look at him.

She is exquisite, breathtaking to him, and not even the greatest maestros of the Storm age could capture the delicate beauty of her visage nor the sweetness of her disposition. His eyes roam all the way down, taking her in as if a man starved—every last detail: eyes shining, lips red and slightly swollen from his kisses, and just the faintest hint of purple gracing her collarbones. Great merciful Maker, what has he done? 

Without a thought, he brushes his fingers past the edges of lace to stroke against her folds. He should stop, not allow this to go any farther, but when her eyes open, the green of her irises lost in the darkness of pleasure, he finds he cannot, and he slowly slips a finger into her soaking cunt.

Pleasure, warm and gentle, rolls through Iris’ body like the tides. Is this what it should feel like? What she has been missing? She would happily drown in him, allowing him to lap at her shores until nothing was left but them and this feeling. 

His finger pushes into her with measured slowness, taking his time to savor the silken feeling of her walls around him, and Iris’ lips part, a shallow sigh pushing through them which turns into the softest of whines.

Nothing could have prepared Emmrich for this, not his wildest daydreams nor his most secretive desires. She is warm, soft, and so pliable underneath the attentions of his hands, and when he slides a second finger into her, he is rewarded with the most beautiful music. 

“Emmrich…” His name rolls off of her tongue, and she is unable to stop herself as her back arches into the steady movement of his fingers.

Is this what true bliss is meant to be? He would capture and bottle it up, secret it far away where no one else could ever find it, drink from it greedily as if only for him and him alone. He is weak; may Iris forgive him later.

“Is this what you want, Iris?” He pushes his fingers deeper into her cunt, and she moans. “Do you want me? Because I—”

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Uh, hi hello. It's me once again on a Wednesday afternoon. I haven't been able to pluck at much of my writing lately, but you can have most of what I have been able to write in the last week. Let the torture begin...

Tagging: @starfleetteddybear @dirty-bosmer @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @skyrim-forever @caughtnyact @theoneandonlysemla @draco-illius-noctis @moriche @guacamolleee @theyearningghoul @aldisobey @sylvienerevarine @paramortality @razildor @redheadsramblings @holdingontojupiter @hedwigoprah @crimsen-khalessi and anyone else out there who I know is writing. I just tagged every moot that the two remaining brain cells I have can remember. (If I missed you, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I have been running around since 9am and my day doesn't finish until 7pm.)

Perhaps in hindsight it would have been better if she had told Emmrich of her nightmares. Then again, she thinks as she sits hunched over a book next to Eleanore, it also might not, especially considering some of the more recent details which have emerged in them. A shiver rolls down her spine as she remembers the phantom feeling of his lips against her neck.

“What are you thinking about?” Eleanore elbows Iris. “You’ve been reading the same page for the past half hour, and I know you’re not that slow.” 

“Nothing much, just about my upcoming test, planning classes…how infuriating you are.” A teasing smile slides onto her face.

“You seem to be thinking pretty hard for it to be about nothing.”

Iris’ quill scrawls across the page in a series of tightly-coiled spirals, a manifestation of the turmoil she feels broiling on the inside. How long has this been going on now? How many dreams can she count which have either woken her up in cold sweat or drenched in an entirely different sense? Aroused and left only to the relief of her daydreams of Emmrich’s—

The nib breaks through the surface of her parchment leaving an inky spatter.

Eleanore’s eyes widen. “Alright, spill before you ruin the tables and Audric bans us from working in the library.”

As color works its way up onto Iris’ cheeks, she knows that there is no way she is getting out of this unscathed and without a tremendous amount of teasing from her. She may as well go bury herself under the Necropolis’ floor. The epitaph will read, Here lies Iris Ingellvar, diligent Mourn Watcher and daughter of no one. Died from being badgered about her non-existent love life.

“Go on.” She bats her lashes. “You have my undivided attention especially when you are blushing oh so prettily. Is it Emmrich? It’s Emmrich isn’t it. Has he bent you over his desk yet after—”

“Eleanore! I—”

Her friend's only response is a raise of a brow. “Well, did he?”

“He absolutely did not, and I wouldn’t have let him even if—”

“Mmhmm.” Eleanore looks her in the eye, straightening herself and throwing back her shoulders to copy Iris’ posture. “I’m Iris, and I am pining after Emmrich Volkarin. All I can think about are his sexy hands and what they’d do to me. Man wears far too much tempting jewelry on them. I want him. Now.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t even try to tell me it’s not. What were you thinking about earlier? Hm? Tell me it wasn’t him, and I will eat this book.” She picks up the heavy tome on spiritual exorcism in front of Iris.

“I—”

“You can’t, can you?” A self-satisfied smirk stretches across her lips.

[sofiemystique]

Work in Progress Wednesday

Work In Progress Wednesday!

I was tagged by @holdingontojupiter which is so nice thank you!

All I can offer is.... smut. A preview that I will finish TODAY come hell or high water.

Rook sat on the edge of his marble table, the cool stone sending a chill through her body. “How long do you think you will be?” The question came out more sassy than she had intended but she couldn't help the smirk on her face. His eyebrow raised but he didn't turn to look at her. “As long as it takes, dearest.” He said it so sharply, crisply enunciating “dearest”. Was he goading her, tempting her to make a move? Tilting her head she studied him. “Well, in that case, I can occupy myself until you are quite finished,” she snipped playfully back. Placing her left hand behind her, Rook leaned back, spreading her legs apart. With her right hand, she moved it down her body, lower, slipping it between the split in the robe. Emmrich's eyes widened and she saw the feather quill scribble out whatever it was he had been writing.

Tagging: @paramortality @deny-the-issue @danyrics and @onyxmoth18 if you would like to share anything!

[theyearningghoul]

WIP Wednesday Friday 🌝

I was tagged by the wonderfully talented and lovely @thequeenofthewinter on Wednesday, but I'm just now getting around to it. Please know that I love and appreciate every time you tag me in something 😭💕 Even if I don't get around to doing it... 😅

Here's some banter I'm currently writing—I have no idea if it will be included in any chapter of my fic or not lol

☽ ༒︎ ☾

“Oh, lovely," said a strident voice in a scathing drawl. Rook never thought she'd have to subject herself to listening to this abrasive squawking again. "You’re that impudent whelp that follows Volkarin around like a lovesick girl.”

“Johanna,” Emmrich scolded, “that’s—”

Magdalena snickered, “No, yeah. That’s pretty accurate.”  

He shot Mags a droll, glowering look. “You are no such thing; you’re a respectable and independent woman.” 

The skull let out a sound of disgust. “You’ve gotten even softer in your old age, I see.” 

Mags crossed her arms with a smirk. “Not where it counts, sister.” 

“Rook.” Her necromancer pleaded, exasperated.

“Bah! You best tighten the leash on your hound, Volkarin;” Emmrich stuck his arm out just in time to catch Mags from lunging at the skull. “I should like to spend my etheric energies on mentally stimulating conversation only.” 

“Johanna! You are not to speak about Magdalena in such a manner!” 

“So you’ve finally grown a willowy backbone and it’s for some inconsequential chancer—a piece of street filth? Pathetic. Why waste your time? She’ll leave you like all the rest.” 

“Can I bury her in Assan’s litter box?” Mags begged as she pressed up against his arm. “Please, Emmrich? Just once? It would be so funny.”

“Such a thought grows more and more appeal as the seconds pass.” Emmrich snarled. 

The skull was silent for a moment, gauging their seriousness. “You wouldn’t.” 

Magdalena’s smile was severe, dripping with venom as she informed her, “Most people in the lighthouse already know I’m not one to gamble with lightly, skull.”

I love the idea of Emmrich having to exasperatingly mediate their cat fights

I'm sure most of you have already done this, but tag is also just to say ily and I think ur talented so it's ok 🥰🫶 @caughtnyact @velvet-apricots @guacamolleee @silshinobii @redheadsramblings @paramortality @holdingontojupiter @starfleetteddybear

[sofiemystique]

Username Origin

I was tagged by @paramortality. <3

Sofie Mystique is a new moniker for me and truthfully I'm still learning to wear it. I have been very public and personal on the internet about my life and business for a very long time, but it burnt me out so horribly. In December I started posting video game screenshots on tiktok, just to create a space that was not about work and just for me. I completely took anything that would identify me off of there. And when I started making Emmrich Volkarin clips and found this beautiful community, I decided I needed a name that would allow me to interact while keeping my personal/business life completely separate. Plus, some of the other names I gamed under no longer suit or fit me. It was time for a change.

Sofie - One of my favorite movies is Howl's Moving Castle. I love how sassy and resilient Sophie is. And I decided that she embodies some characteristics about me that I love so I chose Sofie because of that! Mystique - This is a throwback to my very first internet pseudonym when I was 12 years old, deep in the sewers of fanfiction . net writing lemons like I had any sort of experience or true idea how it worked. Plus Mystique is forever one of my favorite X-Men.

Sofie Mystique.

That's me. Just a feral chaos gremlin who is absolutely smitten with the Professor and who is rediscovering her passion for writing. <3

I've seen so many moots tagged but if you see this and haven't participated please share and tag me. I want to know why your name is what it is.