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A work in progress of everyone’s favourite electrified cop.

Sergeant Coyle the first in a series of drawings of the prime assets.

Hope you enjoy 🫣

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When my own husband shaved his beard off without letting me know I wanted to cry as it was like uncanny valley. So yes I think Rook wouldn’t be able to be in the same room for a while to process this new phenomenon.

If Emmrich singed off his mustache Rook would cry and hide in a corner from him like one of those toddlers who's never seen their dad without a beard send post

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Happy pridemonth

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It’s been a hard month for me. My mental and physical health hasn’t been it and teamed with having to leave my job has left me feeling a little worthless.

I’m getting there and I want to finish writing the second chapter of my fanfic ‘Post it Mortem’ as I’ve got some mad ideas of where I want it to go. So I apologise for the tardiness of releasing it.

With that I got a cheeky tattoo to commemorate my love for probably my fave faction in all video games and to also cheer me up.

Peace out and be on the look out soon for chapter 2 of Post it Mortem

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Thanks! Love your work and your support ❤️

hello beloveds ☺️

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*taps mic*

*ahem*

EMMRICH VOLKARIN LOVES ALL ROOKS, NO MATTER WHAT GENDER IDENTITY, RACE, HEIGHT, WEIGHT, SEXUAL ORIENTATION!

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My guys, my dudes. The Emmrich smoking a bong art going around is AI TRASH. STOP reblogging it.

COMMISSION AND SUPPORT REAL ARTISTS.

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A week tomorrow until I see Ghost!!!

To say I’m excited is an understatement, it’s been my dream to see them for five years now.

I will be at London on Saturday which is a tad scary for me as this is the biggest gig I’ve ever been too and I’m an anxious baby.

But I know I’ll love every second.

Of course I’ll be sporting my little button badge of my fave necromancer next to my Copia one as I’d like to imagine he’d love ghost.

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS!

My dog, Mama, has racked up 600$ in vet bills and so to help pay I am opening commissions again! Please spread this around!

Here is my commissions sheets and additional information. Send me a dm on tumblr if you are interested!

OCs and Self-inserts require references. Can be game screenshots, doodles in mspaint, dressup games, ect. I will not draw based off of descriptions

Pose reference for lewd commissions preferred but not required

Complex backgrounds if desired require an additional charge depending on HOW complex (anywhere from 10$ to 60$ extra)

I ran out of room on the will do wont do section but i also wont draw hateful imagery or IRL people.

I reserve the right to reject your commission for any reason.

you may edit your commission for banners, icons, and backgrounds, but not for anything else. They are also for personal use only!

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Maybe if people updated more we wouldn't turn to ai

You’re a pathetic, impatient loser. Fanfic writers owe you nothing, and their writing is their own, not yours to do with as you choose, you entitled brat.

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A sneak peak into my second chapter of Post It Mortem which you can read over on Ao3.

Link is here https://archiveofourown.org/works/64461721/chapters/165521716

I’d like to thank everyone for all the support and kindness I’ve received for this and it’s given me such a confidence boost.

I do apologise for my grammar or layout as it’s been a while since I’ve written anything this long.

Hope you all enjoy and have a listen to Neil Young’s “Heart of Gold” which inspired this chapter and is very much Emmrich coded.

Chapter 2 l've been a miner for a heart of Gold

Hazel eyes clouded with sleep open slightly when the noise of a bleating alarm is heard. A groan can be heard from the owner of said hazel eyes as they had not had the best night of sleep. Fitful dreams had kept him from his rest, the usual kind he'd had since a child involving burning buildings. But, Professor Emmrich Volkarin was a man of habit and even if he has not had the most restful of sleep he will still follow his routine to the letter. On his day shifts he got up at 05.45am and made his bed straight away before doing a series of exercises to rouse himself from his half asleep state. The professor then proceeds to change into some light and airy clothing before doing his routine of yoga in the quaint conservatory of his late Victorian townhouse. He has found all of this teamed with a good diet and regular walk has kept him just as fit and limber as when he was a young man barely into his 20s.

Hygiene is also key as after all of this he has a shower before doing his teeth and skin care. Then he chooses his outfit of the day (usually a lovely three piece suit befitting a senior funeral director/mortician) before styling his hair in his usual coif. Some might see this as incredibly vain of a man his age but Emmrich likes to think he looks incredibly good for his age and it gives him a sense of confidence in himself, something which he has always struggled with since his tumultuous childhood.

Emmrich Volkarin has not always been the confident, suave debonair gentleman you see today, no, Emmrich Volkarin was a poor orphan who had gone through the care system and came out the other end unlike many of his peers who stayed in the cycle of abuse and poverty. "But enough maudlin thoughts," Emmrich says to his reflection before heading out of the bathroom and collecting his phone from his bedside table before heading downstairs for his breakfast. Along the way a curious meow can be heard from behind a curtain of an upstairs window, a sleek white cat with a purple collar and bell (because he has a habit of not being found) jumps down and slinks alongside his human. "Ah Manfred, are you ready for your breakfast?" An affirmative meow is offered to Emmrich who heads straight to Manfred's designated cupboard in the kitchen and gives Manfred his breakfast.

Before long Emmrich is eating his own fare of Jam on toast with a cup of Earl Grey tea and chatting to Manfred about his expectations of the day. Manfred responds in chirps and purrs to his papa and begs for the crumbs on the plate.

There you go. I should be finished with this chapter by the weekend. Have a great one!!!

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Welp, this tells us a few things. But mostly to leave Trick and other devs alone for a bit unless they've stated they don't mind.

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*reads fanfiction with the most incredible description, most incredible inner monologue, most incredible dialog, most incredible pacing, most incredible world building, and just most incredible writing*

*looks at my own shrimpy writing skills*

*looks back at incredible fanfiction*

*blinks*

*shakes it with unyielding force*

"HOW DO I DO THAT?!?!?!??!?!!?"