Here's the deal brochachos. Emmrich Volkarin has no chill. Zero. Is he smooth? Hell yes, and also exclusively when he's prepared to be. Surprised!Emmrich has no control over his facial expression and has never heard of words.

This is why Rook is such a distraction for him. Rook, as we all know, is a goblin. They are a pretty goblin, and even sometimes a very effectively diplomatic and strategic one, but that does not negate their intrinsic goblinhood. They live in a magic house with a magic butler and still sleep on a couch in a room that doesn't ever get fully dark. They walk up to strangers and say, "I'll fix your personal problems in exchange for you going head to head against not one but two literal gods and also they're both pretty gross and mean," and somehow people are like, "Yeah, that sounds like a great trade." They have conversations with a dead man and and the pointy-eared Che Guevarra who lives in their head. They saw Big Danger Magic happening and thought, "What if I drop a building-sized statue on it?"

And now Emmrich, who lives for routine and a nice cuppa, who had upsettingly clear handwriting at the age of seven and was writing in impeccable copperplate by twelve, lives in the next room to a person who wanders in late at night, sees him talking to a dead body, says, "Totes hot," and leaves. Once they spent an entire day out in the wetlands referring to Manfred as "Maxwell" and failing to hold a straight face when they insisted Emmrich was just mishearing them. (Davrin thought it was funny but not more than it was bewildering.)

I think this is why Emmrich likes them so much. Most of the time when he's caught off guard it's actually super dangerous, so having his emotions batted around like a piece of string at the hands of a weirdly affectionate but very violent cat is both novel and thrilling in a way that's unlikely to get his face ripped of by Beings. Rook is a safe space for Emmrich to explore the sensation of feeling completely unmoored (why are they climbing the Lighthouse?) without risking actual harm.

Rotating no stamina Emmrich in my brain. He's all silver tongue and clever fingers, but once he puts it in he's fully in his emotions and sensitive and smitten aaaaand well, that was that. For the thirty seconds he lasts, he worships Rook's body like no one ever has. That is exactly his downfall. He is fully unable to emotionally or physically disconnect from the situation long enough to collect himself. He genuinely just doesn't know how. You think he remembers his breathing exercises while balls-deep inside the love of his life? Not a chance. He is a whimpering mess IMMEDIATELY. Every time.

He's skilled with his tongue and deeply commited to making it up to Rook afterwards. He's deeply apologetic. Probably cries after the first few times this happens because he's convinced they'll leave him over it, while Rook is just head over heels over here going "you mean to tell me this absolute angel of a man loves me so much he can't last two minutes inside me?"

And then they make him cum again. Just because.

Some Emmrich and my grey warden Rook, because they permanently occupy a little corner of my brain.

(There's a second image in this set but tumblr hides this post if I include it soooo ... bsky, I guess?)

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Fandom: Dragon Age The Veilguard

Pairing: Emmrich x Leo de Riva (Male Crow Rook/OC)

Summary: Angst, anxiety attack followed by fluff also warning, i don't speak Spanish good.

Leo was just on the verge of sleep. His body was still and heavy, his body would have reached sleep in another two minutes if everything around him stayed still. Emmrich’s bed had proved to be an upgrade from his in Treviso, and it was perfect for the Antivan side-sleeper. But of course, there was movement in their bed. Emmrich had his arm draped over Leo’s side, but he had rolled over. He assumed there was nothing wrong with Emmrich, maybe he had gotten too hot, Leo still pouted a little bit before once again relaxing and willing his body to sleep. He felt Emmrich shift one more time, it felt as though he was getting up, but sleep took Leo. Leo hadn’t been asleep for very long, and he was usually a deep sleeper, but the softest sound woke him out of sleep. 

A soft sob.

when bae texts you at work

love when fictional men are so devoted to their partner it makes them dangerous and insane. very slutty behavior keep it up king

courtesy of my roommate

Emmrich Volkarin Closeup (2 of 2)

Link to first painting

[Alt text: Emmrich presses his thumb to his lips, lost in thought. He is wearing rings on his left hand. Painted with the colors mint green, cyan, periwinkle, and lilac.]

Emmrich Volkarin Closeup (1 of 2)

Link to second painting

[Alt text: Emmrich is laying down and looking off into the distance. His relaxed right hand rests near his face. Painted with the colors lilac, periwinkle, cyan, and mint green.]

WIP... Weekend?

A little finished snippet of my Gay Bar Goth Night EmmRook AU, featuring Dorian trying to keep any unsavory types (punk Rook) away from a tequila-drunk Emmrich.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Dorian tsked, intercepting his shoulder. “You will not take a step closer to that legless queen if you know what’s good for you!”

“Why's that?”

“Because that sweet mess of a man is going to survey the shape of your tonsils the moment you sit down.” 

Right, perhaps that wasn’t the best way to dissuade him.

Chicken Little’s pale eyes went starry, “Oh.”

“Yes, ‘Oh’. And then I’ll have to deal with him crying all night because you abandoned him in the lav after he sucked your cock,” said Dorian wearily. It didn’t matter how many times he told Emmrich not to say ‘I love you’ right after swallowing a near-stranger’s load in a bathroom stall, it was like trying to get through a tequila-soaked brick wall.

“That’s horrible, I wouldn’t do that!”

“How awfully decent of you.”

“And I didn’t bring my cock with me, anyways.” 

Ah! Well that explained the pastel-striped skull patch stitched over his breast pocket. Hardly surprising, the Lighthouse had been a bit of a hotbed for that sort since Maevaris started coming back in the aughts.

“Would that be a problem for your friend?” He asked with an affected bluster that Dorian sympathized with. Obviously some rejection there.

“Oh no, no, no – he’s a very obliging man. Takes metric and imperial. It can be a real headache sometimes.”

“A headache? Why?”

“Took him at least twice as long to sleep his way through the Humanities department.” 

The Physics department hadn’t escaped unscathed either.

Please feel free to suggest songs, queer Dragon Age characters you'd like to see cameo, tattoos or piercings that Rook should have, and whether the Goth tradition of silver jewelry would beat out the Mourn Watch thing for gold. I am on the fence, honestly.

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