I just want to draw him in pretty clothes in shades of beige 😂

I am also an Emmrich make up truther. 💅

(marriage) contract accepted

Rook: Maker, that's a fire hazard.

Taash: What? Is there a fire? I don't smell it.

Rook, fanning themselves: Ugh, there's about to be. I could burst into flames any second.

Taash: I swear, Rook, if I turn around and it's Emmrich, I'm going to kill you.

Rook, feigning innocence: I'm just warning you about the hazard!

Taash, turning to see Emmrich bent down to show Manfred something: You better start fucking running.

Take me back to the Grand Necropolis...I left my necromancer there 💀🥀

@jessica2193 posted this wonderful screenshot of Emmrich in this wonderful modded clothing (https://www.nexusmods.com/dragonagetheveilguard/mods/2324) and I had to 🙌✨ Will I ever give this the "lines" treatment? Not sure, but this was very fun to do regardless <3 Lichrich 💀💚

experimental tarot card 🦇

print available at [inprnt]

As far as I’m concerned, the Lich Lords of the Grand Necropolis are just a bunch of sentient Roombas, solemnly bumbling around in circles in the dustiest corners of the necropolis.

Like seriously, what the fuck are they even doing?

Supposedly they’re these ancient, all-powerful beings, movers of destinies, terrifying whispers in the void, and yet when actual shit hit the fan, they were nowhere to be fucking seen.

The Inquisitor was ass-deep in demons, knee-deep in eldritch bullshit, bleeding out in five dimensions at once, and what did the Great and Powerful Roomba Brigade do?

Jack. Fucking. Shit.

And when Rook had two elven gods actively trying to clap their cheeks into the astral plane like they were a fucking party favor?

Radio silence. Not a cursed peep. Didn’t even bother to send a passive-aggressive ghost emoji.

Just vibing uselessly in the basement, dry-humping the same cracked marble pillar for six hundred years, probably trying to invent a dildo that hits your soul’s g-spot and calls you “Master of the Necropolis” every five minutes to make eternity slightly less boring.

Emmrich, babe, i beg you, reconsider your career choices.

the legitimacy of the podcast within canon can be argued, but I do believe more people should be aware that it portrays Emmrich as a blood mage (in the context of saving a person from a deadly poison)

Very rarely do I share my art, limited to a specific style of cartoons as it is but I'm feeling brave for once - drawing people in a Pokémon trainer style is something I have always enjoyed doing and recently started up again with @bankabb, @ollypopwrites and @thepalehorsevictoria Rook's (Dahlia, Vanya and Tara).

I've chucked a few more that I've done over the years under the break whilst I debate what I want to do with my life 😂💚

You can find the mod HERE

Something nobody asked for: Emmrich Volkarin drawn in the style of Hazbin Hotel 🤣

A quiet morning in Dock Town...

Companion piece for my latest fic: The Journey Home, on AO3

art by the incomparable, @azarya-s ❤️

Whispers of souls - second Chapter!!

The second page of the second chapter is finally out! Enjoy! First chapter here; 2nd Chapter's first page here.

13 hours for this page @______@.

( If you feel like it, please leave any feedback, good or bad, I need to learn :D ).

Aaaargh I have to fight against my mind telling me this is awful and dumb DX.

(Thank you very much to all the community for your help, you know who you are <3 <3 )

You can support me on KO-Fi, if you want, not a requirement though :) KO-FI

Veilguard offers no visible regrets acknowledging a romanced Lavellan like Solas' frescoes, but there actually is a regret reserved for her alone: Solas’ letter - a regret rendered in ink.

His frescoes are confessions made permanent, painted across the towering walls of his lighthouse, impossible to ignore. Even if created in solitude at first, they are externalized, acts of grief eventually made public, pain transformed into symbols and stories for others to interpret.

The letter isn't meant to be seen by the world. It doesn't seek absolution through scale or permanence. Where murals ask the world to witness, the letter asks one person to understand. This is what makes it haunting: it's a personal surrender of pride offered to a single beloved soul.

“Vhenan, I do not know if you will see these words.”

Already, the letter dwells in the same emotional landscape as his murals - a message cast into solitude, written without expectation of return, uncertain of where it will lead. But while the murals are centered on his sorrow, this letter is not about his pain. It's about hers.

“I regret the pain I caused you.”

Unlike the murals, which catalog his burdens, this letter lets her grief stand as his regret.

The sickness has returned, I needed to draw them in love before the plague took me.

I let Allette's hair down. I fear this was a mistake. 😍🤤🥵

A second piece for my beloved EmVi inspired by this other fic I wrote, art also by salientseraph on insta.

fic -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/64781800