#wtf is my problem?

[officialnostradamus]

“Bellara, my dear girl, whatever is the matter?” Emmrich asks, standing from his desk. Rook is still leaning against his desk, unconcerned to have been caught in a little flirtation. They are there for professional reasons, picking Emmrich’s brain about the magic of Solas’s dagger. It may have devolved. Emmrich is hardly complaining, but he is concerned by the way Belarra clutches the borrowed book to her chest. Her nails drum a rapid pattern against the cover and she looks up at him, mouth open as though to speak, before abruptly turning away. 

“Nothing!” She protests, shaking her head sharply. “I just - well, I borrowed this book. Without asking. Sorry. And I wanted to give it back and, well, here you are, with Rook.”

“Please don’t be worried about that,” Emmrich soothes, shoulders relaxing. He steps out to accept the return, pretending he doesn’t feel Rook’s gaze follow him. 

“Well, it’s not that I’m worried about,” Bellara corrects, admitting her worry before she realizes it. Her gaze jerks back up and Emmrich notices that her cheeks flush pink before she begins speaking again and it’s the fourth time she uses the word well. “I’m sorry! I - well, I mean. Oh…”

“Why are you apologizing? Is it damaged?” Emmrich asks, trying to gain control of the situation. 

“No! It isn’t. It’s fine. I’m fine, and I-” Bellara’s eyes are wide as she shakes her head again and then she looks past him, obviously finding Rook. 

“You seem real fine,” Rook says, teasing is second nature and Bellara’s pink flush becomes vibrant red. “Say it again and maybe I’ll believe you.” 

“Hi, Rook. Uhm, bye Rook. Bye Professor. I’ll see you both later.” It isn’t an answer and Bellara still looks like she may implode. “Oh, right! The book, here!” 

“Thank you.” Emmrich holds his hands out and Bellara drops it as though burned. So quickly he nearly misses the opportunity to catch it. The pages of the tome flutter and a few loose scraps slip free. Emmrich frowns. Perhaps it is damaged after all. 

“I’m sorry!” Belarra repeats, already backing out. “I didn’t mean to read it. It was just there and, you know - anyway.” She disappears before the dread can settle fully in Emmrich’s stomach. He notices first the book in his hand is one that, until he’d returned it to the shelf a day prior, had been atop his desk, and next that the pages on the floor don’t match the ones within. The parchment is too crisp, fresh, rather than worn with age.

“Bye, Bellara,” Rook calls, appearing behind Emmrich, curiosity unassuageable. “What do you think that was about?”

“Oh, dear,” Emmrich murmurs. “I think…” Then Rook is leaning down, picking the spilled parchment from the floor and Emmrich is too slow to stop it. The pages are new to them, despite the fact that the pages are entirely for them. “Wait, Rook - I can’t believe I placed a book back on the shelf with letters in them,” Emmrich chastises himself and Rook gawks at him. 

“That’s what you’re worried about? It’s just a letter, but she was so…” Rook trails off and their eyes fall to the pages as Emmrich reaches out, trying to retrieve them without making it an event but it’s too late. “They’re addressed to me.” Rook is peering at him from over the page and Emmrich sighs. 

“The letter is for you. I wrote it while you were in Minrathous but you returned before I could send it,” he admits. The words he wrote are earnest and wanton and he isn’t ashamed by them. Though they were definitely intended for a sole reader. “Surely she didn’t read the whole thing?”

“Let’s see,” Rook says, grinning as they begin to read. “Having spent a lifetime without your presence, it is an incredible wonder how it takes mere hours to feel the loss of you.”

“Well,” Emmrich begins, shifting. He isn’t ashamed of the words, but it is something different to have them read aloud by his lover. “She must have read that and stopped.” Rook looks up at him from beneath their lashes, expression mischievous.

“Not a chance,” they affirm. They’re still smirking when they return to the page but the expression slowly melts, softening. “The memory of your body bare beneath mine is a dichotomy of pleasures. Supple and lovely enough to sustain a man’s want for beauty into the next age; and yet so enticing I fear memory alone may drive me mad.” 

“I fear that may have been enough to cause such a reaction,” Emmrich interjects as they pause. “It’s-”

“Hush,” Rook interrupts.They’re reading silently now, skimming the page and Emmrich can’t help noticing how their lips part sweetly and their breath quickens. The letter is indiscrete. Missing Rook stirs something within Emmrich that spills onto the page, eager in ways he’s not felt in years.

“It is incredibly personal, I’m sorry I left it where it could be found,” Emmrich offers when the silence has gone on too long. It’s a surprise of its own when Rook is suddenly in his arms, hands on his chest and the back of his neck in that way they have. Almost as if they could climb him. 

“It’s beautiful,” Rook barely gets the words out before their mouth is on his. Their kiss is hungry, indulgent, and Emmrich forgets about the inciting context. He clutches Rook against his body, hands on their hips, pressing into the small of his back. When his fingers slip lower, cresting the curve of Rook’s rear, they make a soft sound but the second surprise is that the kiss breaks. Rook’s shoulders are trembling.

“Darling?” Emmrich asks, concern returning only until he realises Rook is laughing, their head dropped to his shoulder as the sounds bubbles out. “Pardon me?” 

“I’m sorry,” they gasp between giggles, “I just can’t believe Bellara knows about the mole on my ass, now.”

[mmelete]

We all know Twi is a Wolf Legend is a bunny, but hear me out….

blupee Ravio

Yes.

[tom-is-online]

He came over to check out his sisters song and I thought he liked it. No he's here to be a prick.

[writtenbymarlo]

writing is so embarrassing actually. like oh sorry i just stitched my heartbreak into metaphors and now i want you to read it??

[ulteri0rm0tives]

one of these days i will get cdpr to admit to the truth behind trans kerry

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

close ups below!

[pinkfestivalpeanuttree]

this really is the yuri update.

she says something more like, "my name is eternal sugar cookie, the other half of the soul jam of happiness, your other half." in korean

shadowsugar mention

it sounds like eternal sugar's asking hollyberry to elope

eternal sugar cookie? more like. escapism sugar cookie

TOXIC YURI!!

fellas what's gayer: being gay or locking the literal other half of your soul in your precious jewelry box so that they may be "happy" and "safe" in your twisted fucked up escapism paradise prison

[bringonthevices]

👈👈👈😛😛😛

[sadrien]

forever baffled by miraculous ladybug’s inability to be aired in order

[pitchblackespresso]

Happy one year anniversary, totk!

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

physically disabled people: i love us physically disabled people

other people for some reason: what about everyone else? you don’t love everyone else? you could have just said disabled people. or just people. you’re excluding any non-physically disabled people. why are you promoting exclusion? i’m a bastion of inclusion and yet people are attacking me for it. if physically disabled people have their own spaces or positivity posts it’s because they’re ableist to everyone else and no other reason. if physically disabled people ever uplift themselves and not everyone else too it’s because they’re hateful

[captainpirateface]

Mood:

[hanniedream]

photos that unequivocally destroyed my entire life and what little was left of my sanity

[wholecakes]

zoro who is so caught off guard by sanji’s kinder actions towards him is one of my favorite tropes. sanji crafting him specialized post workout snacks personally adjusted for him but still down to fight and call him names. he’s still the biggest asshole zoro has ever had the displeasure of knowing, and he’s horribly considerate. he’s a little confused but doesn’t reject any of sanji’s specialized treats. it’s not like sanji is fawning and doting over him like he does nami, so zoro feels like he can cross off sanji actually liking him from his list of reasons as to why sanji is acting like this. but it’s still fucking strange..

meanwhile sanji is in his kitchen wondering how zoro hasn’t taken a damn hint yet

[qwuilty]

Also while im postal posting i had this that i drew for myself for self indulgence but i will also leave on the fandom's doorstep before galloping into the woods like a deer

[charlie-dowds-migraine]

I've risen from the grave to present my Noel scribbles :)

Also this one I posted and immediately deleted on Valentine's Day that a total of three people might remember:

I couldn't stand how I drew John so I was going to redraw him and that didn't work either so I'm giving up👍 just pretend he's looking at John ok (his eyes are gold bc John is bright and shiny) I might try again later

[gaasublarb]

Just Hobie Talking

Got sick of hearing voices I wasn't in the mood for.

This is the only song I need sometimes. Thank you

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