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Uh, hi. In an effort to pick up the broken pieces of my mental health off of the floor, I am forcing myself to make this post as I just picked up DA2. (It was on sale.) So, before I take Hawke on what was described to me as “the worst day ever every day”, tell me who you think she should romance. I know basically nothing about what happens in DA2 or about anyone in it except for…

Feel free to leave me a comment stating why I should vote for your pick.

Also, thank you to anyone who has reached out to me. I’m trying to get my head back on the right way, so speaking to many people is overwhelming for me at the moment, but please know I appreciate you so much and your messages have really brightened my day.

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Uh, hi. In an effort to pick up the broken pieces of my mental health off of the floor, I am forcing myself to make this post as I just picked up DA2. (It was on sale.) So, before I take Hawke on what was described to me as “the worst day ever every day”, tell me who you think she should romance. I know basically nothing about what happens in DA2 or about anyone in it except for…

Feel free to leave me a comment stating why I should vote for your pick.

Also, thank you to anyone who has reached out to me. I’m trying to get my head back on the right way, so speaking to many people is overwhelming for me at the moment, but please know I appreciate you so much and your messages have really brightened my day.

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Hi, you won’t see me around for a while. I’m going through something awful at the moment and so for now I won’t be updating fic nor will you see me here.

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Even in Death Flowers Bloom

Chapter 7: Bleeding Heart

Snippet:

He did not want to wake Iris the next morning, wrapped as she was in the heavy covers of the early morning darkness of his room, the first traces of faint green light filtering in to illuminate her. Emmrich’s heart stutters then pangs softly as he looks down at her, his fingers running gently over the side of her cheek before quickly removing them. They had slept all night on the divan, arms tangled together and draped in the comfort of each other. For a moment, he had been reluctant to leave her, tempted as he was by the velvety feel of her skin against his. It had been a long time since felt this close to anyone let alone...

He sighs, pulling himself up and stretching to chase the thoughts running through his head away. This is no place for him, no place for her—even if it does feel much like home.

Soft, Emmrich. You are too soft, too romantic, falling too quickly into the unknown only for each successive lover you take to eventually reject you. How long will it take her?

Slowly, his eyes drift back down to her sleeping form as if pulled by an invisible string, the gravity of her tides too much for him to break. Iris’ chest rises and falls lightly, eyes closed and resting peacefully, dark hair splayed out over the divan like a halo. She is a dream too good to be true—one which he quickly finds himself sipping into all too easily. Perhaps that is why he finds himself walking towards her, putting one hand underneath her legs while the other supports her back gently as he lifts her up into his arms. He cannot leave her there, not with him gone. Instead, he carries her to his bed before quickly scrawling a note on some spare parchment and leaving to give her morning classes.

Maker forgive him if she would think he left her alone after what had transpired between them last night; he has more decorum than that.

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I have no regrets.

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Fanfiction is so silly. I am playing with my dolls and people are coming over to watch. Some of them even clap and give me compliments. And when I'm done playing, I can go and watch other people play with their dolls.

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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Someone: What’s Emmrich sex scene like?

Me:

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Even in Death Flowers Bloom

Chapter 7: Bleeding Heart

Snippet:

He did not want to wake Iris the next morning, wrapped as she was in the heavy covers of the early morning darkness of his room, the first traces of faint green light filtering in to illuminate her. Emmrich’s heart stutters then pangs softly as he looks down at her, his fingers running gently over the side of her cheek before quickly removing them. They had slept all night on the divan, arms tangled together and draped in the comfort of each other. For a moment, he had been reluctant to leave her, tempted as he was by the velvety feel of her skin against his. It had been a long time since felt this close to anyone let alone...

He sighs, pulling himself up and stretching to chase the thoughts running through his head away. This is no place for him, no place for her—even if it does feel much like home.

Soft, Emmrich. You are too soft, too romantic, falling too quickly into the unknown only for each successive lover you take to eventually reject you. How long will it take her?

Slowly, his eyes drift back down to her sleeping form as if pulled by an invisible string, the gravity of her tides too much for him to break. Iris’ chest rises and falls lightly, eyes closed and resting peacefully, dark hair splayed out over the divan like a halo. She is a dream too good to be true—one which he quickly finds himself sipping into all too easily. Perhaps that is why he finds himself walking towards her, putting one hand underneath her legs while the other supports her back gently as he lifts her up into his arms. He cannot leave her there, not with him gone. Instead, he carries her to his bed before quickly scrawling a note on some spare parchment and leaving to give her morning classes.

Maker forgive him if she would think he left her alone after what had transpired between them last night; he has more decorum than that.

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I have no regrets.

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WIP Wednesday/Last Line written

I was tagged by some lovelies: @broodwoof, @thequeenofthewinter and @notyourmamasdeerbat

Currently chipping away at the first two chapter (or one big chapter still open to be decided lol) for my Emmlich. (don't be fooled by the sweetness this is going to be tragict tm)

Last Line written:

Looking at him she felt like she had a future again and with how he met her eyes, a small part of her suspected he felt the same.

Chapter 1- Distance

He was silent for a moment, eyes eyeing the road ahead. “Wisdom of the more experienced and older.” “You say this as if you’re ancient. Aren’t you only 55?” Then his gaze shifted towards her again. There was something so vulnerable there with how his eyes widened just a fraction, as if he did not expect her to think of him at all. As if he had not been the only light in an eternal sea of darkness. “You remembered our conversation in such detail? I did not dare to think I made this much of an impression.” A smile graced her lips. “You made the most impressive of impressions, Emmrich Volkarin.” “Ah, you do have quite the way with words, Rook.” There was a playful twinkle in his expression despite his professionalism, despite the fact that they were on their way to a dangerous and dark part of the Necropolis; and somehow it felt like it was meant only for her.

Chapter 2- Obsession

Time slowed as soon as Emmrich joined them in the Lighthouse. Despite his claim of his anxious nature -and the notable distrust in Necromancy from Davrin and Taash - his presence visibly soothed the others. Bellara sought him out for council, while he helped Harding with adjusting to magic, assisted Neve with a difficult case and- when Lucanis finally rejoined them, a hardened look in his eyes- he whispered to Zara Renatas corpse until she choked up her deepest secrets.

I saw many people having been tagged already so no pressure if you were already added (or just don't want to lol):

@bonesandivy, @woundedsoul12, @librivore42, @dymme, @pwney, @draco-illius-noctis, @quokkafoxtrot

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More Emmrich being majestic, as always

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WIP Wednesday

Combining the WIP Wednesday/Last Line tags I've received from the beautiful wonderful amazingly talented @serstolas @holdingontojupiter @jenn2d2 @thequeenofthewinter @broodwoof I am truly blessed 🙏🏻

Slowly but surely I'm making progress on my portion of this collab with @scuttlingcrab now that I'm past the painkiller stage of surgery recovery lmaooooo but in the meantime you can go read their companion piece Visible Reparations on ao3!! My partner in volkoss angst crimes 😈

The choking fog that had covered the bridge remained, but they could both sense the minute shift in energies. The air was thick enough to choke and spirits seemed to be pressing against the veil with increasing urgency. There wasn't much landscape for sound to bounce off or dissipate into; they might as well have been speaking in a coat closet. “Volkarin, look,” Johanna pointed, rolling up their map and tucking it into her vest pocket. Emmrich’s eyes followed her gesture down the murky river that split the valley. Try as he might, however, his vision refused to focus enough to see beyond. “I can’t see a thing through this fog.” Her head snapped back to glare at her feckless companion. “Are you being intentionally dense? There, along the bank.” She could see it clear as day; a mouldy dinghy half-submerged in the muck. Perhaps whatever fool that saw fit to crash land the vessel had at least left something useful behind. “Johanna, I think we should—” Emmrich’s warning died in his throat as she neared the dinghy. “Stop right there!”

Lovingly no pressure tags (ily): @aldisobey @deerancha @guacamolleee @notyourmamasdeerbat @ollypopwrites @waterdeep-weavemoss and YOU 🫵🏻

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Last Line/WIP Whenever

I was tagged by so many lovely and talented people in the last three days that I can't even remember. I'm just going to throw out a mass tag here. @redheadsramblings @paramortality @holdingontojupiter @sofiemystique @crimsen-khalessi @silshinobii @caughtnyact @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @pocket-vvardvark @skyrim-forever @starfleetteddybear @guacamolleee @draco-illius-noctis @kirain and anyone else who wants to play. This is from Even in Death Flowers Bloom. I should have this up tomorrow. ...then I can start working on another chapter of my morally grey Emmrich secret society AU. You can find the first chapter here if you're so inclined.

Anyway, cough up your goodies. I want to see what's cooking. <3

“Where were you last night? And this morning? And for that matter all afternoon?” Eleanore blows over the top of her teacup as she lifts a delicate brow.

When Iris had let Eleanore into her apartment—or rather Eleanore had barged her way into her living quarters, she had said nothing. For once in her life, she had been strangely silent. No chitter nor chatter, no laughter nor mirth.

It worried Eleanore.

It was all Iris could do to keep herself going through the perfunctory motions of making tea. Water, heat, steam, and pour. Tea was easy. Tea was simple. It was predictable and had steps in sequential order. It did not deviate, and it did not disappoint.

She picks up her own teacup, sipping on whatever it was that she had made. It did not matter; she did not taste it. “Out.”

“Uh-huh…were you with Volkarin perhaps?” She smiles ear-to-ear. “Did you—oh, you did, didn’t you? How was he? Did you—”

“Leave it alone, Eleanore.” Her words snap each syllable carefully articulated.

But her friend had never learned how to to let better off alone. “Oh come now,” she wiggles her brows teasingly, “he did make you come, didn’t he?”

The teacup in her hands shatters onto the floor.

“I told you to leave it be, Eleanore. Why do you never know how to listen? Is there something inside of you which makes you have to push so that you might have your way? Did you maybe possibly think that—” The rest of her sentence is left unfinished, voice breaking apart like the remnants of porcelain on the floor.

“What happened, Iris?” She tries again, voice soft.

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Last Line Tag!

I was tagged by the beautiful @sofiemystique and the gorgeous @scuttlingcrab - thank you my loves!

We are, once more, returning to the land of Father Volkarin. Slowly but surely. Bit by bit. There are plans afoot.

Enjoy a snippet of Lady Ingellvar with her seamstress, Fenella.

I also edited a big chunk in and out earlier so this is the last thing I wrote that I know 100% is staying lmao

"I need it for a lover." This much she could admit; this much was safe. "We are meeting at the parade and I have promised them a guise that will allow us the freedom of the crowd. I am placing my heart in your hands, 'Nella."

Tagging the following lovely people (no pressure, as always) - @aldisobey, @razildor, @caughtnyact, @redheadsramblings, @pseudospaceship, @theshotsheardacrossworlds, @tacoteddy22, @guacamolleee, @thequeenofthewinter and anyone else who sees this and wants to share!

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Would you like to cry today? THEN OH BOY DO I HAVE A RECOMMENDATION FOR YOU...

To Save Her Was To Let Her Go

Go now. Bill @silshinobii for your therapy later.

All jokes aside, this was such a beautiful, gorgeous emotional rollercoaster. <3