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You remember that threat Ghilan’nain and Elgar’nan make in the crossroads? To kidnap Emmrich and do terrible things to him? And Rook goes feral at the very idea of it?
Behold! I have written a thing! And it isn’t bad!
Please feel free to come enjoy and slink away unseen if that is your wish.
But I love feedback and I’m pretty good at responding if you feel so inclined 😉
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Griffon Age: a Dragon Age fangame is OUT!
Help Assan fly through different worlds, avoiding enemies and collecting valuables to achieve the highest score. Play in Challenge Mode, where levels get faster and longer each time, or cruise along at a set speed in Zen Mode and relax.
Find the game here!
The game can be played in the browser, on mobile (be sure to enable mobile controls in the settings first), or it can be downloaded for PC.
Have fun, and please let me know what you thought!
GUYS 💀
reblog if you are veilguard positive!
i've found my little zone in fandom that i'm comfortable in, but it occurs to me that others are still struggling to find the people who actually enjoy this game! and who talk about it!
so please do reply or reblog if you're veilguard positive and talk about it uwu
All day every day babyyyyyy
Reporting for duty! 🫡
VG my beloved!!!!
(credit to maejiun_sht for this pose, my brain is too mushy for composition at the moment)
I've been getting back into drawing every day, and something I've really enjoyed doing is playing around with gender roles in romantic couples poses. Atash and Emmrich just fulfill that dynamic so perfectly and it's so fun to rewrite the story a little bit. Arbitrary gender roles are so so weird and frustrating to me, I wanna smash em.
Which is good, because I've been really worn out lately. I mean, "worn out" is pretty much my default state these days, but with world shattering events piling up as well as regular daily stress, the worn-outedness is a bit more intense at the moment. Am I depressed? Probably. But like, not in a destructive way necessarily, more in the "everything I enjoy just seems so dumb in the face of so much straight up evil on display in the world right now." I think we're all feeling that right now and the collective exhaustion and grief of humanity is really really heavy.
But.... It is good to know I'm not alone. And that, one way or another, this is temporary. And making my silly drawings about a giant horned lady and her adorable dapper necromancer always helps.
Rook: My boyfriend's too tall for me to be able to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Taash: Punch him in the gut, and when he bends over in pain, kiss him.
Davrin: Dump him.
Lucanis: Tackle him.
Harding: Kick him in the shin.
Manfred: Hisssssssssss.
Emmrich: No! No to all of those! Just ask me to bend down!
Double post. 😂
Whoops. Sorry guys. I’m leaving it there as a tribute to my epic mistakes.
Rook is cold, you guys.
Rook is from Tevinter. Rook was made for warmer climes. Rook is not accustomed to…this.
“Cold-hearted bastard,” Rook says mutinously, wedging themself deeper between Emmrich and Harding. Several blankets have rendered the leader of the Veilguard into a shivery, vengeful cocoon.
“I beg your pardon,” Emmrich says, looking a little confused, and a lot hurt.
“Not you,” Rook says quickly, bravely reaching out of the warmth of their shelter to stroke the necromancer’s arm and stroke soothingly.
“They mean Solas,” Harding says, “I think Rook doesn’t approve of the temperature of the Dread Wolf’s hideaway.”
“Oh,” Emmrich looks down at the blanket gremlin in some sympathy. “I don’t know whether temperature regulation is possible in the Lighthouse, darling. There is a great deal of open space.”
“I thought you said anything was possible in the fade,” Rook growled.
“Well…theoretically, but creating a space like this alone is difficult, ensuring a stable ambient temperature would be–”
“Not even in the buildings?!”
Emmrich looks thoughtful.
“They’ve got a point,” Harding said from her end of the sofa. “I remember the tower in Skyhold being pretty drafty, Solas didn’t seem bothered…not to mention walking around barefoot in the snow…and through swamps of undead…”
Rook makes a face.
“The point is that Solas didn’t seem bothered by much, so its not surprising that his home is a little uncomfortable to other people,” Harding concludes.
“His house is fucking cold,” Rook snarls, the blankets gathering around their neck like a bird’s feathers.
“We could retire to the kitchen,” Emmrich suggests. “The fireplace is quite cozy, and perhaps Lucanis will be willing to make you some hot cocoa.”
With a preparatory shiver Rook heaves themselves off the couch and follows Emmrich and his stack of books across the library towards the door.
“It explains about the hair,” Harding says, bringing up the rear.
Rook shoots her a puzzled look.
Harding grins “Or you know, the lack thereof. No need for cover.”
Emmrich sighs tolerantly as the leader of the Veilguard, and the head scout of the former Inquisition giggle behind him.
True, the cold tended not to bother him after long years in windy passages in the Grand Necropolis. But that was not why he failed to notice the draftiness of their current abode.
He was warmed from within by something quite different.
Rook is cold, you guys.
Rook is from Tevinter. Rook was not made for this.
“Cold-hearted bastard,” Rook says mutinously, between Emmrich and Harding. Several blankets have rendered the leader of the Veilguard into a vengeful cocoon.
“I beg your pardon,” Emmrich says.
“Not you,” Rook says quickly, reaching out to stroke the necromancer’s arm soothingly.
“They mean Solas,” Harding says, “I think Rook doesn’t approve of the temperature of the Dread Wolf’s hideaway.”
“Oh,” Emmrich looks down at the blanket gremlin in sympathy. “I don’t know whether temperature regulation is possible in the Lighthouse, darling. There is a great deal of open space.”
“I thought you said anything was possible in the fade,” Rook growled.
“Well…theoretically, but creating a space like this alone is difficult, ensuring a stable ambient temperature would be–”
“Not even in the buildings?!”
Emmrich looks thoughtful.
“They’ve got a point,” Harding said from her end of the sofa. “I remember the tower in Skyhold being pretty drafty, Solas didn’t seem bothered…not to mention walking around barefoot in the snow…and through swamps of undead…”
Rook makes a face.
“The point is that Solas didn’t seem uncomfortable,” Harding concludes.
“His house is fucking cold,” Rook gripes
“We could retire to the kitchen,” Emmrich suggests. Rook follows him and his stack of books.
“It explains about the hair,” Harding says, bringing up the rear.
Rook shoots her a puzzled look.
Harding grins “Or you know, the lack thereof.”
Emmrich sighs tolerantly as they giggle behind him.
Cold didn’t bother him after years in the Grand Necropolis. But that was not why he failed to notice the draftiness of their current abode.
He is warmed from within by something quite different.
THAT'S MY SPOUSE RIGHT THERE!!!!
this is the Phoenix zoo, she's got plenty of outdoor space 👍
I'll also say she looks super healthy and happy in that video so she probably loves her cool concrete room #myconkrete
that 'concrete room' is her bedroom, where she sleeps and is kept safe at night. All zoos have them as it's also where she can be easily checked for her health too - zookeepers can see clearly if anything is wrong and vets can immediately treat her. Concrete means it's easy to clean but as you can see from the tiny clip it's not empty and what we cant see is most likely a big nest area where she sleeps, nice and cosy, plus lots of other enrichment for her. You can also see it that clip the hatch to her outside area is open so she can come and go as she pleases.
Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
Musing on Lich Emmrich -
I always feel a little sad for Lich Emmrich. To be so afraid of something that he feels like he has to take such a drastic action like having himself transformed into an undead being of a sort makes my heart hurt for him.
It makes me wish therapy was a thing in Thedas and there was a way to help him that didn't involve giving up his humanity.
Part of me agrees. I always get so sad over the idea of our man going through that, being killed etc.
The other part of me knows its not that simple. His fear of death is what led him to find the Lich Lords, but the process of becoming one involves dying. He tells Rook that his fear of death is holding him back from taking that final step.
I think Emmrich’s real reasons for wanting to be a Lich is his desire for unending scholarship, and the opportunity to access knowledge beyond mortal understanding. He’s also just a good guy and wants to keep doing good for eternity.
A deeper, more selfish part of me just wants him to keep his cunty little mustache.
yes, Bellara, yes. tell them.
Manfred is curious, you guys.
But you knew that, didn’t you?
Our slightly unnerving skeleson is made from a Wisp of Curiosity. It’s literally in the name.
He has always been that way.
“Oh, hello,” says Emmrich, with slightly more black in his hair.
Manfred, who is not yet Manfred, preens like a cat at the attention, bringing his shimmering, star of a body closer.
“I’m examining this burial site for possible signs of an earlier Storm Age internment.” Emmrich says, and Manfred, who is not yet Manfred, has the impression Emmrich talks to himself out loud whether or not someone is listening.
These parts of the Necropolis are largely empty and must get boring for someone who stays in one fixed point of reality like a body.
Manfred, who is not yet Manfred, wonders what that is like.
He shines his light obligingly on the dark sarcophagus where Emmrich is brushing at a tarnished bit of metal.
“Oh! Thank you. It is beastly difficult to read these. You’d think they’d want to label the remains of their loved ones more carefully. “
Manfred, who is not yet Manfred, twinkles and chitters in agreement. He likes the way the Mourn Watcher explains things. It is as though he can hear Manfred’s questions.
Perhaps he will stick around a bit longer and indulge his curiosity.
It's fun to think that Emmrich Volkarin's suaveness when pursuing someone completely evaporates when he's the one being pursued. The man who plans meticulous romantic dinners where he gives out poetic compliments as generously as kisses... blushes like a schoolboy when receiving a compliment and is reduced to incoherent, stuttering responses. Coy little flirtations? He's walked into a wall before and he'll do it again.
Absolutely gorgeous. I am such a sucker for domestic scenes.
