#emeris laidir

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Mermay, Emcanis Edition

I emerge ever so briefly because I actually finished something, and I finished it in time for Mermay !

Featuring Emeris Laidir and Lucanis from @sucksinlosers because she gave me brain worms about a mermaid au months ago.

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My darling friends, the absolute SCREAM I SCREMT

it was unfortunately caught on tape but oh well

A-MA-ZING commission done of Emeris and Lucanis by @bipirate that I got for my birthday from @the-punslinger @shinylayatha and @characterarc (among a few other co-conspirarors that do not have Tumblr). I still cannot believe this exists. I still cannot believe I can make one silly comment on my Em powerpoint that brought me to the point where this EXISTS and I can HOLD IT?!?!? IN MY HANDS?!?!?!?!?!

I just

My babies

I i'm gonna cry again now okay thank you

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Emeris Laidir

Woah buddy has this one been a long time in the making because it took me forever to get her position right and figure out how to do the dress. But, here is Emeris Laidir as part of a ballroom dancing AU. Em belongs to the most wonderful @sucksinlosers. Her dress is inspired by Sabrina Carpenters dress in the music video for "Tears."

Please admire her freckles and shimmery eye-shadow and ballroom hair. I had a lot of fun with them.

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WIP Whenever

darling @babydinosaur930 tagged me and i remembered that I did, in fact, wrote something dumb and told her about it! so. might as well.

"You love me." Lucanis paused, frowning lightly as he looked up from the pot of broth he had been hovering over. "That's a… surprise to you?" he murmured, looking to the chaise where Em had now moved, draping herself over the armrest on her stomach instead of laying sprawled across the seat. She looked… oddly serious. That did not help him discern if she had asked him a question or simply made a statement. Em, on her part, looked a little flustered suddenly. She cleared her throat, for a moment terribly interested in one of the crystal torches affixed to the wall before finally, almost shyly, turning her gaze back to him. "…No?" she attempted, poorly trying to find an answer that would soothe him over without much hassle. When he did not respond and instead frowned at her some more, she groaned softly, buring her face into the plush, teal fabric of the chaise's armrest. "Sometimes." Lucanis smiled, endeared both by her confession and her uncharacteristic shyness. "Sometimes, you are surprised I love you?" "Andraste's- can you just pretend I didn't say anything?" Em moaned; though she did not look up, Lucanis could tell from even here she was blushing - the tips of her ears were turning red. Smiling still, Lucanis wiped his hands on the dishcloth slung over his shoulder, his broth momentarily forgotten. As tempting as it was to continue teasing her, Lucanis recognized her initial… question? was born from an insecurity she was steadily growing more comfortable displaying to him. Whether she recognized that herself, or not. He cherished the fact she trusted him with something as precious and fragile as that. "I could," he mused, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the chaise. "But I do not think that I will." "But the broth-" "Broth's fine. Talk to me, cara."

I tag whoever wants to because. idk. i'm not your mom. figure it out.

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Unveiling another piece. Featuring Lucanis and the lovely Emeris Laidir from @sucksinlosers after I went snoop snooping through her screenshots.

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For Lucanis and Em: first time Lucanis and Em appeared at a Crow function together where Illario *wasn't* trying to murder them? 😂

I've. Stared at this entirely too long now, so I think I'm just gonna let it go and see what it does. ^^;

Em didn’t like this dress.

Not because it wasn’t pretty. Teia had picked it, a conspiratorial little grin on her face as she held it up to Em’s frame and debated on where to have it taken in. ‘Hair up,’ she had said, gathering Em’s silvery blonde hair at the back of her head. She’d wrinkled her nose briefly at the display of scars now revealed, curling over Em’s shoulders and knitting together at the base of her neck, but remained steadfast in her decision.

It was a pretty dress. And Em looked pretty, for sure. But it was heavy. Layers, deep, rich purples and beautifully woven fabrics… and expectations. So many expectations.

She hadn’t thought people would flock to her. She wasn’t the First Talon. She wasn’t even a Crow. Maybe that was what it was? That she was simply unfamiliar, a curiosity. An outlier. Em smiled pleasantly at the broad-shouldered assassin engaging her in small talk, politely declining their offer of a drink. She chuckles when they suggest she might have declined it for fear of it being poisoned - which may have been a funny joke if she hadn’t heard it several times already, and Viago hadn’t warned her of this exact danger - but all the while, her eyes would drift over the crowd gathered in the ballroom.

She had faced demons, dragons, and ancient elven gods, but Em had hardly ever felt as unnerved as she did now, in a room full of trained, experienced killers. Last time something like this happened, she had at least Illario to focus on, and her team at her back. Now-

A flash of fear flitted over the broad-shouldered assassin’s face, one that struck Em as odd until she felt the warmth of a hand on the small of her back. They quickly excused themselves, and Em stifled a chuckle as she heard the First Talon sigh behind her. “They keep doing that.”

“I wonder why,” she sing-songed softly, turning her head to smile at Lucanis over her shoulder. For how unnerved she had been, in this lavish space with assassins and poisoners and Maker knew what else, the presence of possibly the most frightful killer among them put her mind back at ease. “Caterina finally let you go?”

“... No,” Lucanis murmured into her hair. He almost sounded guilty about it, but Em felt the smallest quirk of a smile as his lips ghosted over her temple. She gasped in feigned offense.

“Cuervo, are you sneaking out?”

“We are sneaking out,” he corrected her softly, gloved hand sliding down from her bare shoulder to her hand, fingers locking with hers. “Come on. Caterina likes Teia, but even Teia can’t keep her forever.”

Em let him tug her along, away from the ballroom and out on what was undoubtedly one of many secluded balconies of the Dellamorte mansion. “One of these days, we’ll go to a Crow party and stay the whole time,” she said with a smirk, shivering slightly as the cool, Antivan air washed over them both. Heavy and layered as this dress was, it did leave her arms and shoulders exposed, and the difference in temperature was stark, this late in the evening.

Lucanis was quick to shrug off his coat and drape it over her shoulders - Em had a sneaking suspicion it was more for decorative flair to begin with, from the way it had been barely fastened to his suit - and he gently pulled it tight around her, another of those tiny smiles playing on his lips. “You didn’t like it in there, either.”

“With all the people there looking at me like I’m an interesting new meal ticket, or trying to figure out if I’m a weakness of yours they can exploit? What’s not to like?” she replied, meaning to sound more casual and airy than she really did. Realizing her error, Em cast her gaze out over the darkened gardens beyond. “I merely miss my trousers,” she huffed, with an indignity that was maybe only partially feigned. “Here I am, at the first Crow party I've been properly invited to, all dressed up for the occasion, and I've not so much as gotten a ‘you look nice’.”

He looked at her, holding her close by the lapels of the coat he’d wrapped around her. Then, as if having decided something, he pulled her closer still, placing a small, tender kiss to Em’s forehead. “You look nice,” Lucanis said with a smile. Em was suspicious of smiles like that - Lucanis smiled at her like that when he knew something she didn't, or when he was indulging her for his own amusement.

“Doesn't count, now. All that effort, cuervo-”

“And it will still look nice on the floor, when I help you out of it later,” Lucanis interrupted her softly, quietly amused when she pouted at him. “But you can be both very beautiful tonight and admit you're uncomfortable, Em.”

Ah, there is was. The reason for that suspicious smile. Em pouted a little more, pointedly directing her attention to one of the small, silver bird skull-buttons on Lucanis’ dress shirt. “All I heard in there was you calling me beautiful and promising to help me undress back home,” she murmured, running her fingers along the cool metal.

The First Talon let out a small breath. This was about the response he expected, but at least she knew he saw her, now. “Home, then,” he assured her, another chaste kiss to her forehead to seal in his promise. “Over the balcony?”

“In this dress?” Em chuckled. “Of course, you could also help me take it off now-”

Lucanis laughed at that for a moment. “Come on. There's a passageway from the servants’ quarters we can use, instead.”

“Killjoy.”

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WIP Wednesday

honest to god i don't remember if this is in response to @babydinosaur930's most recent tag or not, but i don't care. 70s au 70s au 70s au

Neve Gallus stood quietly in the penthouse suite of Locupleto, her cigarette holder hovering an inch from her lips. The techies had left; the bodies had been bagged and carefully loaded for transfer to the morgue, and the place had been carefully dusted, anything they could gather catalogued. She was left only with the yellow evidence markers and the blood, starkly contrasting against the lush, white marble on the floor. Neve stood quietly, and thought. Not of the murders, themselves - those were easily explained. No fingerprints, no signs of forced entry at the front door. The small caliber bullet the techies had pulled from the door frame of the bathroom was not going to match any bullets they had on record. The blood splatter was kept to a minimum. In the past two weeks, she had seen three other scenes exactly like this. Clean. Efficient. Crows. 'Why, then,' Neve thought, prosthetic leg clicking against the marble tile as she shifted her weight. 'Are we pursuing this?'

Oh my goddddd all those years of writing CSI fanfiction in my teens are finally paying off hahaha

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WIP whenever

tagged as always by the lovely @babydinosaur930. trying to provide mouse bites for @shinylayatha, but am worried mouse teeth crooked, no bite good. we'll see if i still like it tomorrow.

70s au, babyyy. everybody smokes. sorry.

"Fuck!" Lucanis watched as the lighter sailed through the air and quickly disappeared into the darkness, keeping his eyes trained on the middle distance for a moment longer as he debated his next step. It was unlikely Em was looking for company - she had not retreated all the way to the truck for no reason - but, at the same time… he did not think that reason enough to leave her alone. Odd. Back against the passenger side door, he cast his gaze up at the night sky. The burning light of his cigarette made for a paltry approximation of the starlight that glittered above them. So many stars, out here in the middle of nowhere. He hadn't noticed that before. Lucanis remained silent as he heard Em shift in the bed of the truck, kept his eyes on the sky above even as she sucked in a surprised breath, finally having noticed him. "Andraste's fucking- Is that a Crow thing too, or just your particular brand of fuckery?" she complained softly, a hand hovering over her chest to try and soothe her heart. "Half your kill count is people just dropping dead from sheer fucking shock. Fuck." "Wouldn't say half," he murmured. A beat passed; she glared at him, then rolled her eyes. "Good thing your knives aren't as dull as your fucking jokes." Lucanis felt the corner of his mouth quirk. He took the cigarette from between his lips and held it out to her without looking; from the corner of his eyes, though he coould tell Em was eying it warily. "I didn't poison these," he offered. Em gave him a dubious look. "Well, forgive me for not trusting world's most famous assassin on his word and his big brown eyes," she snapped. Still, she scooted closer to him from the safety of the truck bed, leaning over the side holding a cigarette of her own. Finally, he tore his eyes away from the stars overhead, giving her a sideway glance. "Careful. Getting awful close to stabbing distance." Em huffed, motioning for him to turn further toward her. "Everything within sixty feet of you is stabbing distance," she grumbled around her cigarette. "'Sides, you're not gonna stab me." As if sensing her intent, Lucanis brought his cig back to his lips and turned to her. "On account of the truck." She did not reply to him straight away, too focused on her immediate task. She leaned over the side of the truck toward him, awfully close toward him, touching her unlit cigarette to the burning end of his. Dutifully, he sucked in a few breaths, the embers glowing a little brighter. Em had enough freckles in her face to rival the amount of stars in the sky. Lucanis wondered why he noticed it.