Eremika Vintage Week 2025

The Eras pass, but we still remain September 22nd ~ 28th ❤️

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𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬

⁀➴ Step through the pages of time and find us waiting. One couple, countless eras, always Eremika.

Join us this September 22–28 for The Eras: The Eremika Vintage Week 2025.

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[Eremika Week] Day 5 Confession Under The Rain 🌧️☔

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Hello! I was wondering whether there's a way to participate/help in organizing the next eremika week

Hello, you have to contact the moods on twitter!

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The Wallet : Pianist Mikasa Snippet

@eremikaweekevent | Day one

The lesson with Carla had just ended; it was her first music theory class. She was starting slowly, focusing mainly on reading sheet music and notes. Next time, Mikasa would show her some harmonies to memorize, as well as intervals.

Carla was an exemplary student; her eagerness to learn inspired Mikasa to do her best to give her all the tools she needed so she could start playing as soon as possible, but at a gentle pace. They complemented each other perfectly during that half-hour; Mikasa informed, instructed, while offering advice, adapting to the difficulty, and Carla listened, wasn’t afraid to ask questions, and, above all, picked up the information very quickly.

But coming to Carla’s house wasn’t just a half-hour lesson followed by simple goodbye ; she often stayed well past an hour, as the lesson was interspersed with lively, passionate discussions about everything and nothing, and Mikasa couldn’t help but love those kinds of moments, she found in Carla more than just a student, she was a lovely presence who admittedly, talked and laughed too loudly, it seems like a family thing, and who offered her tea every five minutes even though Mikasa turned down kindly the offer countless times, but Carla exuded a kindness and heartfelt passion that made Mikasa feel comfortable and allowed her to let her guard down too, without any judgment between us even with their difference of personality, just two women finding happiness in the simplest things of their daily lives.

But deep down, Mikasa knew in her heart this wasn’t quite her favorite moment.

Not when he was there.

It didn’t last very long today; he had to leave at the end of lesson with Carla to go to a family dinner his brother organized, and Carla had asked Mikasa if she could stay at her place to feed Catniss Ervermeow, Carla’s cat (she tried not to comment or laugh on that very…peculiar name, only Carla could call her that she thinks.) She’d done this several times before, Even though Carla always insisted that she join to eat with them, which Mikasa politely declined for now, it was already really touching that Carla trusted her to do that, and she can't lied that she enjoy this cozy, welcoming home and let her heart beat normally again after he always leave.

She didn't know why, (oh she knows) but as soon as he was there, the atmosphere in the room changed completely; it became heavier, more...charged with a tension she couldn't describe, perhaps something she was only imagining in her silly head.

She tried not to look at him, even though she could feel his gaze on her constantly. She did her best everytime to lighten the mood, knowing full well that the more she pretended to be relaxed, the more she made terrible jokes that only made things more awkward, luckily, Carla was a good audience and saved the room from a deathly silence, she told herself.

She could lie to herself, but she couldn’t resist but smile slightly when she heard his deep voice, his laughter that warmed her heart and resonated through her body. She could try to convince herself to make small talk with him as mere friends and out of politeness, but she cherished every second of his presence, her heart threatening to explode the moment his body would brushed against her arm, her legs clenching together when green and grey met.

From the outside, she seemed normal, she think... right? Slightly uptight and a little odd maybe, but inside her lay a fireworks display of budding emotions that she was trying her best to control.

The end of the afternoon had arrived, and after Carla and he had said goodbye to her and left, she completely relaxed on the couch, taking advantage of the fact that no one was there to watch her; like a puddle of water melting onto the mattress. She feel odiously stupid for reacting that way, even more so today, because it wasn’t like usual; he had the same wooing smile, but he was more distant, had spoken less, maybe she’d done something wrong? Or were her jokes begin to annoy Eren? Was she annoying? Oh god she was. Was she not -what was the word- chill enough?

A sense of guilt was growing inside her and weighing on her stomach, as if she were hiding an immoral and vile secret, that probably means nothing, but was that really the case? Because why did her heart tighten when she saw him disappear? Secretly wishing he’d stay a little longer, wanting to have a moment just with him, even just five seconds, why did she linger longer in her bathroom the morning to apply a little more makeup or put on the perfume she knows Eren loves, when she knew he’d be coming over to Carla’s? Why did her face burned when he is on the couch during her lesson time, watching her with his smirk and piercing eyes as she discreetly turned around to look at him?

That mix of joy and feeling alive, combined with guilt and the sense that she was doing something wrong, especially toward Carla, stirred up far too many doubts and questions within her, preventing her from wanting to do what she’d like to do with him.

But what does she want to do exactly ?

The vibration of her phone abruptly snapped her out of her unanswered daydreams; she checked who had texted her and saw Carla’s name :

Carla : Eren forgot his wallet, don’t be afraid if you hear the door open! ;-)

The air in her lungs caught, she didn’t even have time to process the message before she heard well and truly the door open. She leapt off the couch, smoothed out her long olive-green dress, and tucked her hair behind her ears as quickly as possible until she saw him appear at the entrance to the living room; their eyes locked immediately, as if under a spell that made it impossible to look away, she decided to speak first so as not to show that she was surprised : (and completely panicked)

"Oh E-Eren, your mom just told me you forgot your wallet, right? If you want, I can help you look for it-"

She hadn’t even finished her sentence when he approached her very slowly, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the creaking of the floorboards, never taking his eyes off her. Mikasa’s breathing quickened until he was just two steps away from her, and at that very moment, she forgot about the wallet, the cat, Carla, or even who she was, because all that mattered right then and there was that Eren was so close to her face she could feel his breath; wild berries and lemon, on her lips and she had absolutely no idea what to do except just stare at the curve of his lips, imagining how soft it would feel to gently touch them with the tips of her fingers, until she saw them slowly curve into a smile and says:

“I didn’t come here for the wallet, Mikasa.”

It was over. Her heart was definitely going to explode; she was acting like a ill-mannered teenager about to experience her first kiss. She was ashamed of it, but she couldn’t help herself; it was instinctive, terrifying, irresistible.

She had to step back now, turn around, and pretend nothing had happened, go back to looking for his wallet, that had to be her mission of the utmost importance...but her body was unable to move; Eren’s warmth was like a magnet to which every part of her was desperately drawn. She surrendered to her terrible fate, began to slowly close her eyes, her long, fine lashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, tilted her head back slightly to feel him even closer to her, and waited, waited, waited.

She felt him leaning toward her; every movement, every sound, every breath drove her crazier with anticipation of his touch, until she finally felt his lips brush her cheeks like a gentle caress, her whole body threatened to give way under the shivers he sent through her; she tried as best she could to stifle her moan, but instead of her dream destination, he moved slowly, agonizingly down toward her jawline, gently tracing a path with the mere touch of his lips, without ever applying pressure, all the way down below her ear, then finally, to her neck to plant a kiss in the hollow, right next to her pearl necklace, the cold metal that had now been replaced by the burning sensation of his kiss, like a mark that will never fade. He stay like this for few seconds until it was, unfortunately, already over. He straightened up haltingly, Mikasa’s gaze never leaving him, as she had to tilt her head back to look up from his height:

“That’s what I forgot.”

He walked backward, a light smile on his lips, while Mikasa had turned completely red from head to toe without yet fully realizing what had just happened, until Eren’s figure disappeared from her field of vision, she tried, as best she could, to relearn how to breathe normally when the vibration of her cell phone snapped her out of her daze once again. She saw it was Carla again, and she couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh as she read:

Carla : What an idiot!! His wallet was in the glove compartment! Oh god, tell him to come back, I found it !!!! (you know what, he's the one who's paying for my share of the meal, just for good measure :-/) Sorry for the inconvenience my dear !

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[Eremika Week] Day 1 Childhood Friends to Lovers 🍁🍂

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♡ Eremika Week 2026 ( @eremikaweekevent ) | Day 1 - Stay a lil' longer ♡

yay for more eremika week this 2026! this year, ive decided to make all of my entries based off of vocaloid songs by getting a line from its lyrics, and placing em on a piece of art, to pay homage to my elementary-junior high days! 🥺💖

starting off day 1, here's the power couple laying on the grass, under the autumn leaves....lyrics are from time machine by 1640mp

Comms open!!

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

Mikasa reached for the stethoscope, turning it over in her hands. “You left this out again.” Eren chuckled, shifting slightly to face her. “I use it every day.” She studied him. “What’s so special about it?” “With this,” he said softly, “I can hear a person’s heartbeats. Want to hear mine?” She hesitated for only a moment before nodding. And so Eren placed the earpieces into her ears and guided her hands to the chest piece, helping her place it against his bare skin. At first, there was nothing—just silence. And then, like a slow, vague noise, she heard it. Thump. Thump. Thump. The slow, steady rhythm of his heart.

Young Dr. Eren Jaeger journeys from Marley to the distant Paradis, settling in a humble little house in the foothills of a rainforest. What is supposed to be just an endeavour soon takes an unexpected turn when he meets Mikasa, a girl whose world is confined to the green world surrounding her home. As their love blooms, the looming war of independence forces them to face difficult choices.

Doctor Eren & Mountain Girl Mikasa — Historical AU

READ HERE

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“Everything you need to know about the: Arranged Marriage AU”

Or —

Here it is! The arranged marriage AU, also known as the “Eren fumbled a baddie” AU, also known as the single dumbest Eren in all of the ✨ROVERSE✨. First, it is useful to clarify the social tone of this story!!! Although it is set in the Regency period, the society depicted here resembles the world found in Jane Austen’s novels far more than the highly dramatised version popularised by Bridgerton. Jane Austen’s Regency is comparatively restrained and grounded in everyday social realities. Her stories tend to focus less on titled aristocrats and more on the landed gentry (families who possessed land, income, and local influence but did not necessarily hold noble titles).  Bridgerton, by contrast, presents a far more theatrical vision of Regency society. Its narrative centres on the titled aristocracy and places heavy emphasis on spectacle: The Season, the marriage mart, lavish balls, scandal, and heightened drama. So, if you have followed this blog for some time, you may have noticed hints of another Regency project. This one, Bed of Roses, leans much more toward the tone of Bridgerton. In that story, Eren is a marquess and Mikasa a young lady entering the marriage mart with the clear objective of securing a titled husband. That setting naturally invites glittering ballrooms, fashionable soirées, elaborate social rituals, and the kind of dramatic entanglements that often become delightfully ridiculous. This arranged marriag AU, now titled This Calamitous Love, moves in a different direction. While This Calamitous Love will still contain its share of drama, its world is not meant to be as dazzling or socially extravagant as Bed of Roses. Rather than focusing on the glittering circles of titled aristocrats and London’s marriage market (here represented by Mitras), the story centres on the rhythms of country life and the landed gentry. The social sphere is smaller, the concerns more domestic, and the setting grounded in estates, neighbouring families, and the everyday interactions of people whose lives unfold largely in the countryside instead of grand ballrooms.  Because of that, the concept of the gentry becomes important. After the peerage or nobility (dukes, marquesses, earls, viscounts, and barons) came the gentry. In this fic, the Ackerman and Yeager families are members of the landed gentry: they own property, collect rents from their land, and enjoy a comfortable social position, but they (Eren and Mikasa and their parents) don’t possess noble titles. Except perhaps for their grandparents and their older uncles, because both Eren and Mikasa are children of second and third sons, meaning no noble titles for them. Characters such as Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice or Mr. Knightley in Emma are good examples: wealthy landowners of considerable status within their communities, yet not members of the peerage. And that said, here we go!

Eren and Mikasa come from neighbouring families who live in Shiganshina on properties very close to each other. Their houses are separated only by a small river and a bridge.

Their grandmothers are close friends who always wanted to unite their families. Eren’s grandmother is a viscountess and Mikasa’s grandmother is a baroness. Both women had about three children, but those children married outside the families, so the union never happened.

The viscountess’s third son has a son (Eren) at the same time the baroness’s third son has a daughter (Mikasa). The grandmothers immediately decide to arrange a marriage between the two newborns.

They declare that Eren and Mikasa will marry when they turn eighteen and arrange the betrothal through the children’s parents, who are visibly uncomfortable with the idea but not fully opposed.

Eren and Mikasa grow up together. They are educated together and spend much of their time playing and visiting each other’s homes across the bridge.

They share a close friend, Armin, the grandson of the village church’s vicar. The three of them become very close.

Around the age of twelve, Eren and Mikasa finally understand what marriage means. Eren reacts badly to the idea and says cruel things to Mikasa, including that he would never marry a boring, lice-ridden girl like her.

Mikasa is deeply hurt and stops speaking to Eren. Eren also stops speaking to her, and the distance between them grows.

When they are sixteen, Eren decides—against his grandmother’s wishes—that he wants to join the army. His grandfather, the old viscount, gives him the money to buy a commission.

((A commission is the official appointment as an army officer, granting ranks such as Ensign, Lieutenant, Captain, Major, or Colonel. Buying a commission meant paying money to obtain a rank in a regiment.))

((The system existed so that only men of money or social standing would become officers. Men without money could join as privates and might rise to corporal or sergeant but almost never became officers because those ranks usually required purchasing a commission.))

Eren buys a commission and enters the army as an Ensign. Over the years he rises through the ranks and becomes a captain at the age of twenty-three.

During his years in the military, Mikasa writes letters to him, but Eren never replies. He deliberately ignores them, and eventually Mikasa stops writing.

The next time he receives a letter from her, she informs him that his grandmother is ill and has asked him to come home because there is something important she wishes to tell him. Eren ignores the letter.

Later he receives another letter from his father informing him that the viscountess has died.

Eren returns to Shiganshina, only to discover that his grandmother has already been buried. Her last wish was that Eren should be happy, so she and Mikasa’s grandmother had broken the engagement before her death.

He also learns that Mikasa’s grandmother died a year earlier. The baroness left Mikasa a considerable inheritance, enough to support her for a season with the assistance of Baron Ackerman (now Levi).

Eren celebrates the fact that he no longer has to marry. When he attempts to speak to Mikasa again, however, she treats him with complete indifference.

Eren asks Armin (who is now the village vicar) why Mikasa treats him so coldly. Armin tells him plainly that Mikasa is resentful because Eren never answered her letters.

Eren argues that Mikasa should be happy now that she is free to marry someone she truly loves. Armin reacts sharply and tells him something along the lines of, “And how exactly do you know she doesn’t love you, you jackass?”

Meanwhile, Mikasa begins preparing for her season and attends neighbourhood dances and social gatherings, where she quickly attracts attention.

Eren also attends these dances, since his grandmother had not wanted the household to remain in mourning forever.

At these dances, teas, and gatherings, Eren begins to see Mikasa differently. He notices how beautiful she is, how intelligent she is, how she refuses to be controlled by men, and how capable she seems at everything she does. Slowly, he realises he is falling in love with her.

The realisation makes him miserable. He grows jealous when other men show interest in her.

Armin mocks him for it and says he has no chance of winning Mikasa back. Eren, stubborn as ever, takes that as a challenge and decides he will win her back.

When the season begins, Mikasa travels to Mitras. Eren follows and attends several of the same social events.

During this time, a particular man begins to show strong interest in Mikasa.

One evening at a gentlemen’s club, Eren overhears that man boasting that he intends to marry Mikasa no matter what because he needs her money. He even suggests that if necessary he will ruin her reputation to force the match.

Instead of confronting the man directly, Eren goes straight to Mikasa and warns her about what he heard.

Mikasa rejects the warning and sends him away, telling him he has no right to involve himself in her affairs. She reminds him that he never cared about her before, so he should not pretend to care now.

Eren does not know what to do, but he remains nearby and continues trying to protect her even though she openly rejects him.

Later, Mikasa begins to express doubts about marrying the other man, which prompts the man to put his plan into action.

His method of ruining her reputation is uncertain. One possibility is that he sneaks into her room at night so that people will discover them together. Another possibility is that he arranges a kidnapping.

If it is the kidnapping, Eren rescues her, but the man spreads rumours afterward, damaging Mikasa’s reputation anyway.

Mortified by the scandal, Mikasa decides to return to Shiganshina.

Unfortunately, the rumours spread even there. Because of this, Mikasa asks her father to find her a husband quickly so that the gossip will stop.

Privately, Mikasa’s father approaches Eren. Although Eren behaved badly in the past, he was the one who saved Mikasa, and her father cannot think of a better man to marry her.

Eren sees this as his chance both to save Mikasa and to win her back, so he agrees to marry her.

However, Mikasa remains cold and indifferent. She makes it clear that their marriage was arranged once before, and that is exactly what it is now, nothing more.

How will Eren win Mikasa back? I don’t know, friends, haha!

Any thoughts?

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Santa baby

A cosy eremika chistmas drabble, inspired by this fanart.

For the record, it had been Eren’s idea from the beginning. As it usually was when something cheesy, mildly embarrassing, and deeply sincere was involved.

Willow Yeager—also known as the calmest and most beautiful baby in the universe, according to her very reasonable and not-at-all biased parents—had reached that dangerous age where Christmas stopped being decoration and started being an event. At four years old, she no longer let things slide past her unnoticed. She stared at lights until she had to be carried away. She waved at inflatable snowmen like they might wave back. She asked why songs were louder this time of year and why people smiled more in grocery stores.

Eren clocked all of it. And once Eren clocked something, it was already too late.

“I am going to be Santa,” he announced to his wife over breakfast, mouth full of toast, like he was sharing a perfectly normal thought.

Mikasa paused mid-sip. “You are going to choke and die if you keep talking with food in your mouth, my love.”

“I am serious.”

She lowered the cup slowly. “I know. That is what worries me.”

“For Willow,” he added, pointing with the toast for emphasis. “She is ready.”

Willow perked up immediately. “Santa?”

“Not right now,” Mikasa said sharply, kicking Eren under the table.

“Ow—why?”

“She does not need details at breakfast.”

“She asked!”

“She heard the word ‘Santa’. That is on you.”

The decision was apparently irreversible, because the day before christmas, a massive box arrived. Eren dragged it inside with such effort that Willow thought it was a new piece of furniture and tried to sit on it.

“Do not open that here, Eren,” Mikasa said, already reaching out to steady Willow’s eager hands as the little girl bounced on her feet, eyes fixed on the package that had just come through the door.

Eren snorted. “Oh, so now you support my plan?”

“I have supported you from the beginning, my love,” Mikasa replied calmly. “But I cannot let you ruin the whole day beforehand.”

Willow frowned at the box. “Is it for me, mama?”

“No,” Mikasa said instantly.

“Yes,” Eren said at the exact same time.

Mikasa turned slowly. “Excuse me?”

“Yes,” he corrected himself, squatting down in front of Willow. “But it is a later present, sweet girl.”

“How much later, papa?” Willow demanded.

“Later-later.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes and scooped the little girl up before her husband could mess everything up. “Go wash your hands. Santa does not visit children with sticky fingers.”

That worked. Willow ran off at full speed.

The second she was out of sight, Mikasa pointed at the box. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Bossy,” Eren said fondly, dragging it down the hall anyway.

That night, after dinner, a very serious debate about whether Santa preferred milk and cookies or beer, and Willow finally tucked into bed, Eren cracked the box open like he had been waiting his entire life for that moment.

The costume was… a lot.

A thick red coat, a wide belt, boots, gloves, and a beard that looked like it could legally count as a small animal.

Mikasa stared. “You bought the professional Santa.”

“I wanted to commit,” Eren said.

“You look like you are about to rob a mall.”

He rolled his eyes, offended. “Help me put it on.”

The coat went on first. It was heavy, warm, and made him look even broader than usual. He tugged at the sleeves, then turned to face her, clearly waiting for feedback.

“Well?” he asked. “Be honest.”

“You look like Santa who flirts with mums,” she said flatly.

He grinned at her, his green eyes ogling her body covered in a thin, purple nightgown. “Excellent.”

The beard came next. The moment it was tied, Eren grimaced. “Oh,” he said immediately. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“It itches.”

“I warned you.”

“It is actively attacking my face!”

Mikasa stepped closer, fixed the hat, then kissed him without thinking.

Instant regret.

She pulled back, frowning. “Eren. Your beard is itchy.”

“I know.”

“You knew and still let me do that.”

He smiled, hands sliding to her waist. “You did not have to.”

“And yet you did not stop me.”

“Never.”

Mikasa sighed, then kissed him again anyway, slower, clearly adjusting, fingers curling into the coat. He hummed, smug and delighted.

“You are enjoying this far too much, Santa,” she murmured.

“Of course,” he replied. “This is my season.”

She laughed softly, forehead resting against his chest.

And then—

“Mama…”

They froze like teenagers caught misbehaving on the couch (which, to be fair, had happened once, but that is a story for another time).

Mikasa turned first.

“Mama,” Willow mumbled, rubbing her face. “Why are you kissing Santa?”

Oh. Oh damn.

Mikasa’s brain did that thing where every thought tried to speak at once and none of them made it past her mouth. She opened it anyway. Closed it. Looked at Eren.

Eren, for his part, went completely still. Not heroic still. More like, ‘if I do not move, perhaps I will become furniture still.’ Ridiculous, truly.

Meanwhile, Willow swayed in the doorway, eyes barely open, hair flattened on one side, clearly operating on muscle memory alone. She was not awake-awake. She was the kind of awake that wandered into rooms and forgot why halfway through a sentence.

Mikasa reacted on instinct. She crossed the room and scooped Willow up before gravity could make any decisions of its own. Willow immediately melted against her, cheek pressed to her mama’s shoulder, the question already losing importance.

“Shh,” Mikasa murmured, rubbing her back. “You look so tired, baby. Let’s go back to bed.”

Willow hummed, fingers curling into her mama’s shirt. “Santa was… red,” she mumbled, words slurring together.

“Yes,” Mikasa said seriously. “Very red.”

Behind them, Santa remained frozen, beard slightly crooked, arms still half-raised like he had been caught mid-crime.

Willow cracked one eye open just long enough to squint in Santa’s general direction. She did not focus. She did not analyse. She simply accepted the information and filed it away.

“Mama kisses… everything,” she decided.

Mikasa bit the inside of her cheek. “That is true. Now let us go back to bed.”

Willow nodded against her shoulder, already slipping again. “Night.”

She was asleep before Mikasa reached the hallway. When she returned to the bedroom, Santa was still there. Same spot. Same posture.

“You can move now,” she whispered.

Eren finally exhaled, hands dropping to his sides. “Oh, god. I saw my life end.” 

“She did not even know what she was saying,” Mikasa said, amused now. “She thought Santa was a colour.”

“That is comforting.”

She stepped closer, fixing his hat again without thinking. “You really look ridiculous.”

“You kissed me anyway.”

“I was distracted.”

“Twice.”

She smiled despite herself, leaning in just enough to press a kiss to his cheek, careful of the beard. “Next time,” Mikasa said softly, “Santa waits until everyone is deep asleep.”

Eren grinned, arms slipping around his wife’s waist. “Still worth it.”

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Eremika Week 2025

Day 8: Apple of my eyes

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Here's the full picture ♡ (ugh I need a scanner...)

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Day 6: All is fair in Love & Poetry ~Historical

The summer's wild

And I've been waiting for you all this time,

I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?

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♡ Eremika Week 2025 ( @eremikaweekevent ) - Day 3: Black and White ♡

went for a flipnote-esque art style for this prompt! i love how it turned out so far especially for its pixelated style ✨✨ i dont do pixel art that much so now's the chance!

Commissions open!!

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Eremika Week 2025 Day 3 | In The Mood For Love👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Submits for Eremika Week 2025 Day 3 "Old Hollywood" @eremikaweekevent

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For late EremikaVintageWeek Day 2 Medievalage

Inspired from @dead-dolphins fanfic

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† I’ve heard you sing for my lips, your body hungering for the sacrament of ruin †

Join us, from November 24 to December 1st, 2025, as we surrender to THE ART OF RUINATION: the Eremika Smut Week 2025

art by @reinantoinette

Prompts | Rules & Guidelines

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Eremika Vintage Week 2025 Day 6 @eremikavintage

The Senator Jaeger & His Little Betrothed Mikasa

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⁀➴ We’ve had the most amazing week, and we’re so incredibly grateful for every moment of it ❤️

See you next era!