It’s Emmrook Hours

MAY YOU LIVE A THOUSAND YEARS SO I MIGHT KILL YOU WHEN I AM LET OUT.

It arrives on ‘paper made of flickering fade-stuff’, and the letters ‘twist and writhe’.

Every time I think about it, I imagine it being a true curse and Rook is more or less burdened with immortality until they can face the Formless One again in approximately one thousand years.

I imagine Lich Emmrich reuniting with Rook some years after Veilguard for whatever purpose and he realizes Rook quite simply hasn’t aged a single day since he saw them last — and it reminds him of how absolutely besotted he was all those years ago…

There was attraction there, and if he read the situation right it was mutual but there quite simply wasn’t time. Rook was busy fighting gods and raising armies, and he didn’t want to commit to a love doomed to die.

I'M BACK

Emmrich loves to kiss deeply, passionately, it's just how he moves :) Thank you so much to @dreamweaverofdusk for commissioning this piece, I hope you love it!

Commissions always open ♥️

This is about as much as i can get away with on here 👀 If you'd like to see the full art of Ivy and her lich lover, you can find it on my bsky!! And please dont forget to check out the fic from @farore05 that this art is based on here!

Tysm farore for comming this piece! Had a lot of fun with the glowy bits :3c

Bones Bound in Gold

EmmLich x Rook - Corpse Bride AU

Rating: TBC

I am very much aware that I have unhealthy commitment issues when it comes to finishing fics but when the overwhelming urge to throw Emmrich and Sable into another AU… well…

After watching the Corpse Bride movie for the 10,000th time, I am now haunted with the idea of finally writing the unhinged EmmLich fic I’ve always wanted to. This is still little more than bare bones (hah…) and notes at the moment but I figure if I throw it out into the ether then I’ll have to actually commit to writing it.

Rough synopsis I’m running with so far:

She was of little importance. Abandoned as a babe in the gardens of The Necropolis, home to the Mourn Watch, she is given the name Ingellvar and raised without any expectation of achieving greatness.

Under the watchful gaze of her so-called guardians, she lives a quiet life, content to be ignored as she spends her time in the gardens with little more than plants and wisps as company.

Then on the eve of her 30th birthday it is decided that she will be married, the burden that is her shadowed existence removed from the hallowed halls that have been the only home she has ever known.

Betrayed by those who had raised her and in the face of a marriage that threatens her quiet peace, she flees into the depths of the Necropolis - wishing to be forgotten by all as she frees herself from the mockery of a wedding gown, she cries out to the fade-touched shadows that she will not be forced into a sham of a marriage whilst she still lives.

She vows that she would rather wed herself to the long-forgotten bones that call this place home, than play their little games anymore.

Hawke: Carry on. I love to eavesdrop.

Varric: "Hawke said sarcastically."

Hawke: You know I hate it when you do that.

Varric: "Hawke muttered in an angry aside to the dwarf..."

hands of the necromancer