I love my son Manfred

Thought I posted this ages ago, but I ended up hospitalised and didn't realise I had it saved in my drafts. 😵‍💫

Thank you so much @riadoodles for this gorgeous drawing of Vae and Emmrich! They look hopelessly in love, and I couldn't have asked for a better art trade! The way they're looking at each other, Emmrich's smile, Vae's gentle touch—it all makes my heart swell. You have an incredible talent, and I'm honoured you shared it with me. 🥹

Warm-up art of Emmrich and my current Rook I did for my new may ych 🖤

Ych here:

TYSM for the tags @kogarashi-art @sorcerousadventurer @pixiedurango @jenn2d2 & @redaresss! Y'all are cookin' up some juicy fics and beautiful art, thank you so much for giving us a peek! 💕

I've had a lot of fun working on this one for @sunny374940 & I's crazy Cowboy AU: Western!Emmrich has reluctantly teamed up with Ms. Ayla re: her Inigo Montoya-esque revenge quest against Venatori assholes everywhere.

You killed her mama. Prepare to die.

Their next scheme? Well, they're lookin' to pry some information outta this shady 'Bataris' fellow who just rolled into town. And, unfortunately, poor Doc is straight up not having a good time y'all. 🥲

𐚁 Emmrich, very much cursing his past self for allowing that lovely madwoman to talk him into this

He ordered a glass of brandy at the bar simply for something to do, and tried to return Davrin's smile when he joked, "Go easy on that stuff Doc," knowing very well it would be the only beverage he would pour Emmrich for the rest of the evening.

…But when Ayla began making her way towards a blonde gentleman—whom he now presumed to be Bataris—he jokingly wondered if tonight might actually be an exception.

Emmrich couldn't bear to watch, but he found it impossible not to as Ayla sidled up to the rather menacing-looking man where he sat further down the bar. He sure had to hand it to the woman—she was truly a master of her craft. With a toss of her beautiful raven hair, a few laughs, and a strategically placed hand on his arm, it was ridiculous how quickly she had the villain wrapped around her finger.

And, unfortunately, something…stirred within Emmrich at the sight. Something angry. Grasping. Greedy. But for some reason he couldn't look away. And when Ayla sat down in Bataris' lap to give him a kiss on the cheek, and both of his hands possessively grabbed her waist and yanked her further into his clutches, Emmrich actually considered it quite lucky when the glass in his hand merely cracked instead of shattering into a thousand pieces.

He set it down gingerly onto the bar, offering Davrin embarrassed apologies alongside the coin to replace it, but the dear man simply clapped him on the back and gave him another.

"Told you to go easy on the stuff there, Doc," he teased with a wink.

He only half heard him, because now Ayla was whispering into the wretch's ear. Emmrich set down his new brandy glass lest he break it as well, and just in time, as the villain's hands had begun to wander towards Ayla's lovely backside. Which appeared to be where she drew the line, subtly twisting and squirming in an attempt to get out of his grasp, all the while murmuring admonishments in that seductive purr of hers.

"A little eager now, aren't you, sugar?" he heard her say, kissing the evil man on the cheek.

"With that ass? Not even the Maker could blame me." Bataris let out a barking laugh before turning his head to guide her lips to his.

And before he knew what he was doing, Emmrich suddenly found himself hurtling towards them.

"I think that's quite enough," he growled, shooting daggers towards the scoundrel who repeatedly continued to draw Ayla back down into a kiss. She turned to give Emmrich a pleading look, and mouthed 'I got this'. Clearly annoyed he was going off script.

Unfortunately, Emmrich couldn't really seem to find it in him to care.

"Who the fuck are you?" Bataris grumbled, giving him a menacing stare.

"That hardly signifies, since it's rather time we were leaving."

Ayla's glare was so icy, Emmrich was surprised he didn't catch a chill, and the man looked at her with a worrying expression on his face. "What the fuck? Is grandpa with you or something, baby?"

Emmrich couldn't quite believe his ears when she replied, "Yes, actually. He is."

Both his and Bataris' mouth fell open in surprise, and Ayla smirked, leaning in to whisper, "He likes to watch." She gave Emmrich a cheeky glance. "Don't you, sugar?"

'Trust me,' she mouthed.

Sweet Maker have mercy.

Emmrich's jaw stayed appallingly agape when Ayla grabbed Bataris by the collar to yank him up towards her face. So close their noses were touching.

"And call him that again, and you'll be doin' it without any teeth."

🐴 Yeehaw Peepaw! Masterpost

No one calls Em 'grandpa' in front of Ms. Thorne and gets away with it, no siree. 🙂‍↕️🔥 I'm plopping the usual cowboys below with the gentlest of tags for you and anyone reading to share what y'all have cookin' if you're inclined to do so! 💕

My DA Post for the day. It's been sitting in my drafts for over a year. Figure it's time to kick it out the door, starring one Keres Ingellvar. The camera moving is entirely my fault. I was new to the whole thing. /winks.

[Kudos to Elgar'nan's use of recompense here. Love to hear it.]

Gil - "Rook's necromancer. An excellent subject to test how long one could go back and forth between life and death."

Elgar'nan - <sexy but psychotic chuckle, which for some reason puts me in mind of a vampire. FM. I don't know why. ANNNNNNYYYWAY...> "Inspired. Consider it done."

Emmrich : "Don't listen to her, Dearest. It won't come to that."

Keres : "If they touch you, death'll be the least of their problems."

Keres, for those who don't know her.

And yes, she too has facial scars.

I got to sketch out Emmrich again, I'm so happy! And look at @willathewhisper 's gorgeous Rook!! ♥️

Thank you so much for commissioning me, loved it!