#This is getting good and very interesting 👀

[lottiesnotebook]

happy thedas weekend!! im sorry but I see Cara Hawke Laidir/Emmrich Volkarin on your list and I just gotta ask 👀 maybe "I want to learn. Teach me." from the sugar and spice prompts?

So this turned out rather more sugar than spice, because it turns out it is actually VERY DIFFICULT to make Cara and Emmrich actually hook up, but I think I have made a Start here, which I hope counts for Something...

Emmrich Volkarin/Cara Hawke-Laidir, age gap, terrible flirting, Cara is a Horrible Brat

@guacamolleee | @thedasweekend

keep a tender distance

“I’ve never seen anyone talk to spirits the way you do.” Cara Laidir’s eyes are wide and guileless as she gazes up from beneath her lashes, which is, to Emmrich, already suspicious. He’s proud of his optimism, his open-hearted faith that there’s good in everyone, mortal and spirit, if only one can reach out to touch it, but something has him unsettled even before she finishes her sentence: “I want to learn. Teach me?”

She finishes with a bat of those shadow-dark lashes, an unnecessary gilding of the lily. Emmrich has never been anything less than a passionate teacher to any student with the slightest interest in spiritcalling or corpse-speaking, but he has, in his day, met plenty of students who’s interest lay in passions more carnal than charnal. From the way Cara flutters her lashes, arches her back so that he cannot miss the shadow between her breasts, darts out her pink tongue to moisten scarlet-painted lip, he suspects she is of that latter kind, and such entanglements have never been to his taste.

For some, he knows, there is allure in that particular kind of forbidden romance, but he’s always found the idea a little sordid, a little tawdry. Pyrite and cheap paste in place of grave gold, a mockery of the art of love, an art he has always held holy.

Still, he does not know his young leader well enough, yet, to know for certain she is being insincere, for all that she seems to flirt more easily than she breathes: leaning close to Neve’s shoulder as she unpicks a ward, clinging to Davrin’s strong arm as they trudge through the filth of the Hossberg Wetlands, flinging herself recklessly through the air to be caught by Lucanis (or, more often, Spite).

They are not, as a rule, a particularly tactile people, in Nevarra, in the Necropolis. Tenderness is reserved for children, lovers, and the dead. He would know — in his youth, he’d recalled hands covering hands in his mother’s kitchen, in his father’s yard, and applied the same technique to helping his classmates with autopsies, with the drawing of runes. Then, he had received only flinches away, only looks of disgust. He has become accustomed, with the wisdom of age, to keeping a careful distance between himself and his students, lest he risk the appearance of impropriety, of lines becoming blurred that he would never consider crossing.

Cara, as a student, is not content with careful distance, with detailed instruction. “I can’t get this gesture right,” she sighs, lips knotting into a thwarted pout. “I think the angle’s wrong. Could you show me again?”

“Of course-” he begins, and raises his arms to demonstrate. She takes it as invitation, or possibly, as an opening he did not mean to leave, and slips herself into the circle of his arms, head tilted up to gaze studiously at the positioning of his fingers. Her hair smells like salt, where it brushes his nose, like the wild, white-capped sea. Like a distant storm, caught on the wind, brushing his skin with the promise of rain.

“Oh,” she breathes, and he can feel her voice reverberate between his own ribs, low and sweet as a beating heart. “It’s like this?”

There is a moment — only a moment — where he forgets what she was meant to be learning, and then she outstretches her hands and positions them an inch or so below. He can tell, from the flex of the tendons in her wrist, that the magic will not flow through her smoothly with the awkward angle of her thumbs. It should be the most natural thing in the world, to cover her hands with his own, to correct the positioning of her fingers and let the magic spark free, untangled from the nerves and sinews of her flesh.

But there is something artificial in the way she gasps and shudders against him, in how she leans into his touch like a tomb-guardian cat demanding her due. Not the desire — in truth, he cannot read her well enough to tell if her attraction is genuine or feigned, a display she thinks he expects of her — but its expression. In her least-guarded moments — in battle, in fear — she is sharp-edged, shattered glass, ruthless in a way he half-recognises.

In her least-guarded moments, she reminds him of Johanna, and perhaps, knowing what he knows of his former love now, that should repulse him. Of course, as it did with Johanna, it fascinates him, the more because even in her most ruthless moments, she does not slide into needless cruelty. She does what she believes is necessary, and then slips back behind her laughing mask of the heartless pirate princess, as if such matters of life and death and apocalypse are far beyond her ken.

For all Emmrich plays the gentleman necromancer, the fastidious, dapper professor, he has always been a spirit-caller, a corpse speaker, a scalpel born to slice through the illusions of this world to the truths hidden at the heart of theFade. And when Cara pouts and bats her lashes and plays the wicked student in need of Teacher’s reprimand, he itches to pull away her illusions, to cut through to the bones of her and reveal whatever her games and her masks and her secrets attempt to conceal from him.

His first attempt is a failure, of course, perhaps because it follows close on the heels of her own mistake. Spite snarls out something that is, in its own way, a joke, and before he can retort, Cara giggles, and Spite preens. That is, in itself, an offence to his pride — that she’d begged him for lessons for a skill that clearly came as naturally to her as breath, and that he’d been blind to her mischief until she herself slipped up.

“You know, my dear,” he murmurs, a note of chastisement creeping into his voice as he hands her over a brook, “if you want something from me, you need not make a game of it. You need only ask.”

She glances over her shoulder at him, expression darkening momentarily to a scowl before she smooths it into a prettier, less-pleasing pout. “Now where would be the fun in that?” she retorts, and dances ahead before he can muster a reply, dark hair flying in the wind, her personal banner of defiance.

That is the puzzle of her, and he admits, reluctantly, the attraction, too — as Johanna hid her softer, more vulnerable heart behind the sharpened edges of her brilliance, Cara conceals her sharpness, yes, but also her heart and its hungers, behind a glittering verneer of fun. A girl who cares for nothing but glittering trinkets and games that mimic love without its pitfalls and heartaches — a girl like that cannot carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. Perhaps her games and her tricks and her petty deceptions are less a mask than a hiding place, one she has carved out in her own mind, her own heart.

He should, he knows, allow her her secrets and her games, but sometimes — sometimes, still, he catches a glimpse of the bones behind her pretty lies, and, ever-true to his nature, he itches to uncover them.

[musette22]

Hi Minnie! Ok I was having random horny thoughts about Steve/Bucky (as one does) and I was thinking more about Bucky’s metal arm. During sex he’s probably EXCESSIVELY careful to keep the metal away from any delicate bits (out of reasonable caution and also trauma around the arm doing harm/violence) BUT what if one day, while fucking Steve from behind, he accidentally brushes Steve’s cock with the back of his metal hand while repositioning himself, and Steve. Just. Comes. Totally unexpectedly with a shocked high whine escaping. Like. Nearly blacking out he comes so fast and hard. And that’s how they learn that Steve’s body has a cheat code and it is Bucky Barnes’ Metal Arm holy shit. As a result Steve has many many orgasms and Bucky starts to feel like maybe the arm can be something different than what it had to be in the past. Kinda like how most penis-bearing-people do NOT want teeth involved whatsoever when getting a blow job, but some folks get SUPER turned on by the edge of danger/pain/sensation. Steve. Steve is That Guy but for Bucky’s arm only.

Oh ho hoooooooo 👀

This is my JAM. This is very, extremely relevant to my interests, thank you so much for blessing me with this ask 😘 I love absolutely everything about it!

That’s how they learn that Steve’s body has a cheat code and it is Bucky Barnes’ Metal Arm.

Ugnngfff yes. So good. Steve is 1000% someone who likes that edge of danger/pain to his pleasure sometimes, yep. He's definitely bit of an adrenaline junkie (jumping out of a plane with no parachute comes to mind), or, according to Bucky, a reckless punk with no sense of self-preservation (that's not actually true, but sometimes it sure does feel like that to Bucky). So maybe Bucky should've known the metal arm would turn Steve on in a sexual context (I'm also very partial to Steve liking to get choked or held down with the metal hand or him begging for those metal fingers inside of him...)

But yeah, I also love the idea that it's not just any sort of danger/pain that does it for Steve, but that it's Bucky's arm specifically, precisely because it is a part of Bucky, and he loves and is turned on by everything about him - but then also because it's so incredibly powerful, and dangerous in an abstract way (because he knows Bucky would never, ever hurt him). And god, I adore the thought of Bucky seeing how into it Steve is changing the way Bucky sees his own arm, turning it from a potential weapon into something that can drive Steve out of his mind with pleasure - and nothing that makes Steve feel so incredibly good can be wholly bad, right?

Ugh, I'm definitely not doing this ask justice with this reply right now, my brain is all tired and scrambled, but please know that I am so so so here for this, and I will be thinking about it when I go to bed in a minute for sure 👀

[winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts]

I’m going to read every single Look Outside fanfic. All of them [grabby hands]

[imminent-danger-came]

There is a distinct difference between "something good with flaws" and "something bad that's almost good" me thinks

[anemoyuri]

my brain worms told me to do this

[ayoyoungg]

Maybe it’s too early for me to say this (I’m only on ep 3), but I’ve already seen people online saying that Jentry should be with Kit or Stella instead of Michael and it’s giving…😒

[happyk44]

Waving Koneko off, Renzou plunged his hands into the warm inside of his pockets and sat down. He gave it a breath or two before tilting his head back and laughing. “You don’t gotta spy on me, you know.” He turned to face Light as he perched on the arm rest of the bench like an overgrown imp. “That’s kinda my job.”

Light cocked his head, shooting Renzou a smarmy grin. “And here I thought I was doing a pretty good job.”

Renzou shrugged and tilted his head back. The clouds were overcast today. The sun drifted low. He closed his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be botherin’ Bon or something?”

“Research requires a clear head.” Light hopped off the arm rest and circled around. His poncho fluttered with the breeze. He didn’t sit. “What better way to clear one’s head than some fresh air?”

“Bon gettin’ some fresh air too then?” Renzou gestured loosely above his head. “Or that only apply to you?”

The barking laugh he gave was nothing but delighted. “And here I thought spies weren’t capable of caring for their marks.”

He’s not my mark, Renzou thought. But Light likely already knew that. He hunched forward. “He’s my friend. Of course I care about him. I’d be a pretty shitty person if I didn’t.”

Light regarded him with a curious gaze. As though Renzou were some kind of creature trapped under a glass and zoomed in on under microscope. Renzou stared back, undaunted.

“I’ve asked around about you, Shima,” Light said, tone nothing but pleasant. “Life you’ve lived so far - this choice seems pretty outta the blue for a guy like you.”

Renzou didn’t answer.

“Ryuuji-“ Light gave an exaggerated sigh, flashing too many teeth for his next words to be any genuine concern. “You really hurt his feelings, kid.”

“I know.” It doesn’t bother me felt as clear as it was unspoken. He stood and shrugged. “His feelings are his feelings. Not much I can do about ‘em, yunno?”

Light took a step back, allowing Renzou to circle around him. “Why’d they really send you back, kid?”

Renzou glanced over his shoulder and grinned, easy as ever. “Just ‘cause we’re similar don’t mean we’re the same, Lightning.”

Another delighted bark of a laugh. Light’s eyes were full of mirth. “And here I was thinkin’ ya had no clue about yourself yet.” He gestured out to Renzou with undisclosed glee. “You keep surprising me!”

“I’m not a complete idiot,” Renzou said. “Figured it out long before I become a spy.” He flashed a wide grin. “Not that hard once you realize everyone else ain’t lying just for fun all the time.” He tips his head towards Light. “Must be nice being your way though.”

“It ain’t bad,” Light agreed. He eyed Renzou carefully. “But I can see why someone would rather go your way.” A brief lull as a bird crowed overhead. Then, “You’re still coping to shit, you know? Just ‘cause you’re being vague don’t mean you’re not admitting to anything.”

Renzou’s grin widened. “I’m a heartless bastard who lies for fun and doesn’t always totally understand why people care about one another.” He laughed. “That make it less vague for you?” He shook his head. “This ain’t a trap, Lightning. You’re not gonna go around telling people I’m broken.”

Light raised a brow. “I’m not?”

“You like experiments,” Renzou said easy. Light’s brow arched higher. “I’m an experiment. Besides. Only people you’ll hurt are the others. I’m fine with it. Don’t know how else to be.” At Light’s lack of response, Renzou snorted. “You think you’re the only who can ask around?”

“Nah.” Light shrugged. “Just surprised.”

“Was more interesting than homework, I’ll tell you that.”

“I bet.” Light’s easygoing face fell. “Who told you you were broken?”

Renzou just raised his hand over his head. “Have a nice one, Lightning.” As he walked backwards, he shot him double fingerguns. “Don’t work Bon too hard now! Otherwise he’ll get even more on my ass about not doing my homework.” He spun around on his heel and headed forward. “See ya!”

[bitfruity]

i hope everyone had a good holiday! i wasn’t very active yesterday because it was christmas day here and i was with family. but i wanted to say thank you so much for the wonderful christmas tree messages (i had to download the app later to read them🙄) they really warmed my heart😊💚

i know others have made some lovely posts about this fandom and the community here that are way better than anything i could put into words. but i just wanted to say thank you all because i’ve honestly never interacted with or had the confidence to post much of anything in a fandom before. i’m a very socially anxious person and unfortunately that carries over to online interactions as well so i usually used to just lurk and maybe leave a tag here and there.

but this beautiful frandom has made me come out of my shell more and given me confidence to post my silly thoughts or contribute to the conversation. i’ve even made some internet friends which is something i’ve never done before!

one of the tree deco messages said that they enjoyed reading my tags and that made me really happy because i didn’t used to do that very often and now i feel like i’ve joined in on the fun. i often have insecurities if i’m doing fandom/internet speak right or if my jokes even make sense😅 so it’s really validating to hear that at least one person enjoys my commentary just like how i enjoy so so many of yours💚

anyway before i get too sentimental here are some of the gifts i thought you guys might enjoy

my sister made me this card🤩💚

and she also got me a gengar plushie😈

[hide-your-bugs-away]

*Pretends that Eric is singing directly to Alan within some of his "Eric Burdon and the Animals" songs* Boy, I sure do love being delusional!

[dootznbootz]

Do you have Diomedes eventually being immortalized by Athena in your hcs like he is in some versions of his mythology?

Honestly, I don't really know? 😅 He kind of only "exists" in my writing until he meets once with Penelope at like, 13-14 years of Odysseus being gone. Sthenelus is, ofc, with him. :D And he tells some stories to Penelope and kind of hangs out with Telemachus before they're off again. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After that, I don't think much or plan much for him 😅 "You played your narrative purpose, now you are free to do what you please, little dude."

Maybe I'll have it mentioned or something? but I don't know for sure :'D

[good-beans]

I keep seeing more and more ocgram stuff and become increasingly tempted to post about my own but ough

[daz4i]

i love haikyuu sm man

[laomelettedufromage]

Cant watch legend of hei on bilibili anymore😔

[collegeoflore]

obsessed with the way xarrai and astarion’s lives ran so parallel for like the entire 15 years xar lived in baldur’s gate. constantly dancing around each other but never actually meeting. when xar wasn’t playing in the lower city taverns they were in the helm and cloak in the upper city convincing patriars to empty their pockets for a night with them and astarion was luring victims in the outer city and they just kept almost crossing paths over and over again but never really meeting. it makes that line after you meet sebastian in cazador’s dungeon where you can tell astarion “face it, you would have killed me” so juicy for them because they both know they were like. actually always a hair’s breadth from that reality

[dragonji]

Hiiii! What are you watching/reading/listening to right now?

hi lexi!! I just recently started rewatching shl (<never watched it all the way thru when it was airing ^^;), and I also just picked up reading Access Denied/jin zhi cun dang by Nian Zhong to fill time while I wait for new chapters of Return of the Mount Hua Sect to be translated! Both novels have been fun so far (tho I'm way more attached to rotmhs currently.... its just Really entertaining plus more of my preferred martials arts/cultivation genre~) As for listening I've had a newer shuffle playlist on for the past few days, so lots of Nakhane, Mother Falcon, Ice Paper, Wolf Parade, Kvi Baba, Gorilla Attack, and Hiperson 6v6

[3rachaslut]

SKZ and the type of sex they give you + links - (hyung line)

SMUT !! MINORS DNI

cw: degradation and pet names. choking and rough sex? I think that’s it sorry i missed any

(not proofread, sorry for any mistakes)

MAKNAE LINE

chan

personally, I think chan is such a romantic love but if you ever asked him to be rough with you one night, he would take that opportunity to give you the horniest night of your life. like, the way he would slap your clit until you’re nothing but a whimpering mess as he begins to work you up. you’d be spread for him with your legs shaking every time he spanks your pussy.

“good little slut”

your voice would be so strained at the way he wraps his hand around your throat as he slides his cock all the way inside you as you’re whimpering his name and your eyes are rolling back. he lives for feeling how you get wetter around his cock every time he thrusts into you, never slowing down no matter how loud you moan.

“this is what you wanted baby? hmm?”

lee know

it’s very rare that lee know is ever gentle with you. as soft as sweet as he may be outside the bedroom, inside is another story. the way he speaks to you is so dirty as you are soon dripping for him. he always wants both your holes filled, never letting one of them left out because he is so so ‘generous’. omg I swear this man is obsessed with your butt.

“can’t leave her out can we doll?”

then after you’ve begged him for so long for his dick, he finally gives you what you need. the way he makes you ride him whilst he fingers your asshole whilst you’re blabbering nonsense on top of him gets him horny like nothing else does. he loves making you feel so full and horny that even forming a sentence is nearly impossible.

“that’s it baby, no thoughts in your head, just go all dumb on my cock for me there you go”

changbin

i feel like changbin has two ways of loving on you. tired after work or hungry for you. no in between. you love to treat changbin so much though that on days where he’s too tired, you get under the desk as he’s playing video games so you can suck him off after a long day

“oh my god baby, you really know how to spoil me”

and on the days when he’s not too tired, you best believe he wants to ravish you. the way he makes you get on top whilst he fucks into you because your legs have gone jelly from riding him. also I personally think this is his favourite position of all because he just gets to see all of his favourite girl.

“so fucking beautiful baby.. fuck-“

Hyunjin

same as chan, I think he’s such a sweet lover but is so dominant in the bedroom when you both want him to be. the way he devours your pussy to get you going whilst you write under him from the overwhelming stimulation, begging him for more and more. he would definitely make you come first before even getting his cock out.

“you look so pretty when you cum for me baby”

after eating your pussy, he is always rock fucking hard for you and more than ready to feel you around him. the way he would fuck you into the pillow so rough after being a brat and begging him over and over for him to just fuck you. the smirk that is plastered over his face when you cum around his cock is so sly as well I can’t get that look out of my head omg.

“thereee you go baby. that feel good? you’re making a mess all over my cock”

a/n: I kinda loved writing these ngl. I’ve never done anything like this before and I love to try something new so I hope you like it. I’m debating also doing a maknae line so lmk if you would be interested 👀