#I was really afraid they might do Buer instead

[eternal-auditor]

Finally... finally he's here........

GHAA WHY IS HE SO BEAUTIFUL

His blond luxurious hair, soft lashes, curved horns, his massive tits and thighs.... I feel so jealous of MC rn

SEX IN A ROSE GARDEN, UNDER SUN AND HEAT, SUFFOCATING IN HIS SWEET SCENT AND TIGHT EMBRACE UNTIL YOU MELT COMPLETELY

I can die happy now. Wait no, I need to read his H scene first...

Barbatos, my sunshine, the light of my life

My heart, mind and soul all belong to you 🌹☀️✨

Bonus! Beel spotted in the main story

I'm going to enjoy both of my mains??? This is just the best 😭

[wanderstarr]

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

wanderer x gn! reader ; no use of y/n ; 5+1 things format ; mostly fluff and humour

DISCLAIMER: i have never written an academic thesis before, but oh well.

brief cw for a scene where reader and wanderer beat up a drunk man :) also, it's implied that wanderer once had a past baby crush on niwa :]

[[ ao3 || next ]]

It started with aggravated assault. You know, as most love stories do. In the Wanderer's defence, he didn't instigate it on purpose, for once. Not that Buer would accept the excuse should he tell her such, but it's about the principle of the thing, after all.

It was a regular day in Sumeru, bustling with merchants and travellers alike. Buer had sent him to fetch her Candied Ajilenakh Nuts from the Puspa Cafe. Well, in truth she had just mentioned in passing that she was running low on her favourite snack, but it's practically the same thing, if you asked the Wanderer. He would have ended up making the trip either way. So really, it was a perfectly reasonable excuse if he was acting just a bit more irritable that day, thank you very much.

The room smelled of charcoal and a warm sugary scent, assaulting his nose the moment he stepped foot inside the cafe. He never was a fan of sweets. His footsteps fell soft against the carpet floors, the sound drowned out by the gushing water fountain and the chatter of customers. The message board was chock full of nonsensical scribbles and adverts as per usual, papers fluttering gently, held in place by their push pins. 

As he stands in line to wait for his turn, he vaguely notes down the other patrons; most he did not recognise, but some did frequent the establishment enough for him to know them by name. There was Nayab, the laidback matra with an odd fixation on card game strategies. Iris, the sharp scholar who seemed intent on studying all things King Deshret. Izem, the weathered old man who took his coffee bitter, who was awkward in the prospect of a peaceful life. Of course, he only knew as much about these strangers thanks to the chatty nature of Sumeru locals, and his numerous errand runs involving Buer's sweet tooth.

When he finally reaches the counter, an unfamiliar face greets him instead of the acting manager. Come to think of it, he can't seem to spot Gata either. The new cashier, you, beamed politely at him.

"Good morning, what can I get for you?" 

"Candied Ajilenakh Nuts." He drops a hefty pouch of mora on the register.

You carefully tilt open the bag, counting the amount he'd given, and your eyes go wide at the sight. "That much?"

He nods. A spark of recognition flashes in your expression.

"Ah!" you snap your fingers, "Enteka mentioned you might pop up. Candied Ajilenakh Nuts, coming right up!"

Just what has the acting manager been telling her employees? Well, it wasn't his business to know, and you seemed decently competent at your job. So long as he got the stupid nuts.

He was watching you work while he waited, when the doors of the cafe burst open. 

"Eyyya..enteka!" A man stumbles in, face flushed in a sickly hue. His words slurred together into an incomprehensible mess. Great, a fucking drunkard.

He hears you mutter quietly under your breath. "Fucking drunkard." 

Huh. Good to know someone shared the sentiment.

"Entekaaaarghfh.. whereryou.." The man wobbles up to the register. The other customers pinched their nose as he passed by; he reeked of cheap alcohol and dry vomit. 

The Wanderer watched the drunk man wag a finger accusingly in your face. 

"Yergh.. You're not Een..theyka!"

"Unfortunate for you, no. You must be the nuisance from last night." you smile tightly. The Wanderer sees murder in your eyes. The drunk man, however, remained oblivious as ever. 

"Where.. where's she..?" the man swayed back and forth, craning his neck as if looking for the woman.

"That's none of your business." you stare him down. "I'm afraid I must ask you to leave, sir."

And of course, because demanding drunk bastards are rarely ever cooperative by nature, the man slams a fist rather pathetically and starts to yell. Nonsense about being lied to, about being led on and calling Enteka all manners of names that weren't appropriate for a family friendly cafe. 

The Wanderer briefly considers intervening, but then you were all but leaping over the counter like a rabid dog, punting the man backwards with a heavy thwack. He, and everyone else in the cafe, stands frozen momentarily, bewildered by your sudden 180 from picture perfect employee to.. this.

"What the fuck?!" the man speaks clearer, sobered from the unexpected blow.

"That's for harassing my friend."

"I'll – hic – I'll fucken' report you!" 

"Go for it then, coward." you scoff, and point towards the door. "Go on, leave. Make your report."

The man shuffles his feet, indignant, and you turn your back to return behind the register, but then the asshole goes for a foul ambush, and the Wanderer watches you turning a split second too late, and–

He yanks the man back by his neck, hand closed tight. Anemo energy rushes to his fingertips in warning. The drunkard writhes in his grasp.

"Some of us have important things to be doing." he hisses, and lets the man drop to the floor. "Stop. You're an embarrassment to yourself."

You have your mouth agape, eyes blown wide from the attempted attack, but you snap out of it quick. As the man struggles to stand properly, you're already fisting the collar of his shirt, dragging him to the exit yourself.

The man bellows in a last ditch attempt at retaliation. "Is this how you treat your patrons?!"

"Oh, I don't actually work here!" you reply cheerily, glaring daggers at the manchild. "In no way do my actions reflect on the service quality of Puspa Cafe™!"

What.

"What??" 

"Bye now, you're banned by the way!" you chuck the man out onto the streets. An eremite from the corps of thirty seemed to appear from thin air, striding over to apprehend the man. You call out to the mercenary. "Thanks Rima!"

She nods back. "Nothing escapes my eyes."

You grin and shut the doors, turning to face the people in the room. "Sorry for the disturbance everyone, as you were!"

The customers relaxed, simmering back into their hushed chatter and quiet laughs. Whether they were grateful for your intervention or simply paralysed with bafflement, the Wanderer wasn't quite sure himself. You head back towards the counter, but pause in front of him.

"Thanks. For earlier." You dig the heel of your shoe into the carpet, somewhat sheepish. He catches the glint of a vision hanging delicately against your waist. He wonders briefly why you didn't use it earlier.

He huffs, looking away. "I just wanted the damn snack."

"Oh, right!" you gasp softly, snapping your fingers. "Oh archons I'm so sorry I'll get them right away."

True to your word, he has a large paper bag stuffed full of Candied Ajilenakh Nuts shoved into his hands within seconds. It smelled disgustingly sweet, just how Buer liked it.

"Thought you didn't work here." he comments.

"That's true, I don't!" you smile, and refuse to elaborate further. Not that he needed much explanation, he's guessed most of the story from your altercation with that drunkard. He supposes the acting manager would return to her work soon now.

He leaves, and thinks that would be the last he'd ever see of you. And if Buer commented  on his distant expression when he returned, then he's liable to the right to remain silent.

He's proven wrong that same evening, when he finds you lingering in front of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

"You." he deadpans, because he can't quite think of anything else to say.

"Me." you beam, much more genuinely than the first time you smiled at him. You're carrying a large container in your hands. "Good to know I'm not forgettable after all."

"Hard to be with the stunt you pulled." he shakes his head. "What do you want?"

"Yeesh, Enteka wasn't kidding, you're a real grump. Here." you gesture to the box you were holding. "Figured I owed a proper thank you."

He looks at the thing warily. "You're not trying to poison Lesser Lord Kusanali through me, are you?"

You laugh. "Oh yeah. Totally, I'm attempting to harm an archon and her aide via homemade Havalmadz."

He raises a brow. "Considering it's Lesser Lord Kusanali's favourite dish, it's plausible, you know. That's just more suspicious, idiot."

"Wait, really?" you squawk, looking genuinely flustered. "I assumed.. shit, I thought the Haval addict here was you."

You started to ramble your apologies. As amusing as it was, he wasn't that much of a sadist as people would believe. He sighs and takes the gift from your hands.

"Wait–wait, you actually want that?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Buer would certainly want it. He didn't indulge in eating as much, but you didn't need to know that. "...thanks too, I guess."

You blink once, twice, and your lips spit into a blinding grin, eyes crinkled in joy. The Wanderer feels his grip falter momentarily at the sight.

"See you around then!"

You leave, and he's left with ringing ears and a flutter in his chest and oh fuck no he was not going to go through this again. He blasts himself in the face with anemo, leaving his hair swept back and his hat skewered wrong. Snap out of it.

He wasn't dumb. He's felt this ridiculous emotion before, back when Niwa would hold their hands together in unfamiliar places, back when Niwa taught him in his gentle voice, back when.. 

Back when Niwa was alive. 

He didn't know what it meant, back then. The feeling. Not that it made any difference, he was over it now, and all he can do is make peace with his loss. The loss of a companion dear to him, one of many.

Such was his curse, to lose the things he loved infinitely, watching them succumb to their mortality over and over through time. Such was his burden as an immortal puppet.

He clutches the Havalmadz in his arms. He's got Buer now, he supposes. A wise and intelligent conversational partner, an archon whom he was proud to assist, frivolous errands aside. He had his papers, his accidental academic career in the Vahumana Darshan. He had his awkward somewhat acquaintanceships with those people from the Interdarshan Championship, crazy event that it was.

Realistically, it was enough to fulfill him. He had no need for unexpected variables. He had plenty of things for himself now, plenty of theses to write.

In fact, he thinks as he retreats into the sanctuary, he'll write a thesis on exactly why he shouldn't involve himself any further with you, comprising the points he'd spontaneously thought of and will continue to think of. An antithesis, if you will (Archons, he should stop hanging around that Mahamatra). He'd like to think he was a man of reason, after everything he's been through.

Buer greets him from the centre of the room, her favourite spot to ponder.

"Hello, Hat Guy. You look like you had fun." She smiles serenely, though her eyes sparkle with delight.

He's stopped trying to get Buer to call him anything else at this point. He ignores the comment, and instead holds out the Havalmadz.

"Someone sent this for you." he says simply, but he knew Buer could read between the lines. He's heard that parents often have an instinct for that–not that he sees her as a parent or anything. She thanks him happily, and doesn't point anything out, to his relief.

He'll surely get over his fascination with you soon.

©wanderstarr..!!

to be cross posted on ao3! later bc its like 1 am rn and im tjred. i'll probably need to edit this later. this got too long to be a oneshot, but it's much shorter than what i have planned for the android scara fic. just a little something to get me out of writer's block, bc i love describing fantasy settings hehe. still working out how to make aesthetic tumblr fic posts,, enjoy!

[gethealthy18-blog]

Top 9 of the Best Health Blogs by Women (that I Actually Read)

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Top 9 of the Best Health Blogs by Women (that I Actually Read)

If blogs were books, I’d have a to-read stack as high as my ceiling. There are so many beautiful and insightful blogs out there about health and wellness, I wish I had time to read them all.

But there are a few that I actually make time for on a regular basis, health bloggers that hit at the core issues which are so important to me — like body image, balanced nutrition, and getting rid of that plague known as stress.

It was tough to narrow it down, but I did my best and picked some of my favorite health blogs by women who write about health in a way I totally respect.

Here are the Top 9 of the Best Health Blogs by Women (that I Actually Read):

1. Robin Konie, www.thankyourbody.com

Thank Your Body is simply the stockpile of all things good and healthy. Want to make your own mascara? Check. Want to ditch diet dogma? Check. Want to make delicious healthy desserts? Check.

Robin Konie is all about looking at health from a holistic perspective. Everything we do affects our health — the way we move, what we put in our bodies, what we put on our bodies, how we deal with stress… everything. And she does an amazing job tackling all sides of the equation.

My Favorite Posts from Robin:

3 Simple Stretches for Better Posture

All Natural Homemade Mascara

Avocado Chocolate Cookies Recipe

2. Amber Rogers, www.gokaleo.com

Ever need a kick in the pants wrapped up in compassion and common sense? That’s Amber Rogers. I’ve been following her blog on and off for a couple of years and I simply love the down-to-earth advice she gives about health, weight loss and respecting yourself.

If you want to change your body and your life without losing your sense of reason or self-respect, this is the blog for you.

My Favorite Posts from Amber:

Adrenal Fatigue as a Cover for Starvation

I am Overweight.

Healthy Diet or Disordered Thinking?

3. Emily Bartlett, www.holisticsquid.com

Emily Bartlett unleashes her special myth-busting powers on Holistic Squid. She’s not afraid to question mainstream advice (but in a sound, totally agreeable way). Between the amazing recipes (two words: mug brownies) and the healthy living advice, you’re going to find plenty of gems on this blog. Prepare to bookmark. A lot.

My Favorite Posts from Emily:

4 Cheap and Easy Ways to Protect Against Swimming Pool Chemicals

My Family Ate 40 Pounds of Butter in 3 Months

Is White Rice Bad for You?

4. Steph Gaudreau, www.stupideasypaleo.com

When I grow up, I wanna be Steph. I’m not “paleo” but I still absolutely love Steph’s work. Her food photography is straight up gorgeous, first of all.

But she also puts emphasis on empowering women to live their best life (and not according to anyone’s rules, either!), and promotes making healthy changes that make sense for you instead of following a rigid plan.

My Favorite Posts from Steph:

How Walking Your Path is Holding You Back

Working Out with Your Menstrual Cycle

5 Reasons to Ditch Cheat Days

5. Emily Benfit, www.butterbeliever.com

Emily is officially — in my book at least — The Girl with Guts. She’s not afraid to call it like she sees it, or cross the line in the sand when it comes to both mainstream and alternative health dogma. Even if you don’t agree with everything she says, she makes you think. And that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?

Most of all, I love how she promotes not stressing about what you eat. She and I see eye-to-eye when it comes to how detrimental we believe stress can be to your health.

My Favorite Posts from Emily:

Is White Flour Really that Bad?

Let’s Calm Down a Little Bit About Our Food, Shall We?

Is Honey Really Healthier Than Sugar?

6. Nia Shanks, www.niashanks.com

I seriously wish we could clone Nia Shanks — or at least inject more of her Lift Like a Girl philosophy into the mainstream. Her message is all about being more, not less — how being a powerful woman, in every sense of the word, might just be the best thing you can ever do for your health.

I love her fitness advice and especially her perspective on healthy eating. So many internet high fives to you, Nia.

My Favorite Posts from Nia:

7 Reasons Why You Should NOT Do a Sugar Detox

20 Tips to Break Away from Binge Eating

This May be More Important Than How You Eat or Work Out

7. Megan Buer, www.harmony-restored.com

Megan is a breath of fresh air in an online community that is constantly focused on “fixing” ourselves. Megan proposes that trying to “fix” yourself might be making everything worse! She brings an aura of calm and encouragement to a space often filled with fear-mongering and blame.

I challenge you to read a few of Megan’s posts or watch a handful of her videos and see if you don’t immediately feel a sense of peace.

My Favorite Posts from Megan:

An Open Letter to Self Help Junkies

Can You Be Healthy Without Restricting Your Diet?

Are Your Mystery Health Symptoms Just Anxiety?

8. Ariana Mullins, www.andhereweare.net

I’m a writer and lover of words. And maybe that’s why I love Ariana’s blog. Yes, I admit I do live vicariously through her expat adventures and I’ve adored following her journey from England to Spain during the last few years.

But she also manages to blend health, emotional well being, food, family and community into one grand romantic adventure in a way no other blogger — that I know — has done.

My Favorite Posts from Ariana:

Chocolate Espresso Cake (Grain-Free)

How We Buy Our Food – Without Going to the Supermarket!

10 Ways to Get Yourself Out of a Funk

9. Kelly Winters, www.primallyinspired.com

Kelly blogs at Primally Inspired and she is truly someone who makes life a little sunnier. I always walk away from her posts feeling a little brighter and happier — whether it’s a crazy-good dessert recipe, a natural remedy or even something fashion-related.

It’s all full of such warmth and friendliness, you never get the oh-so-common preachy feel like on so many other health blogs. It’s more like sitting down with a friend over a nice cup of joe and chatting about your favorite things. What’s not to love?

My Favorite Posts from Kelly:

6 Surprising Benefits of Collagen PLUS Why, When & How To Take It For Best Results!

Flourless Peppermint Fudge Brownie Bars

Homemade Flea Powder

Who is YOUR favorite women’s health blogger? Tell me your favorites in the comments below!

More Healthy Living Articles:

Elizabeth is the founder of The Nourished Life and has been writing about natural living for 12 years. Her work has been featured at Shape, Bustle, and Mother Earth Living. Her mission is to help you lower your stress levels and find fun ways to become happier and healthier. Read more about Elizabeth here.

Source: https://livingthenourishedlife.com/top-health-blogs-by-women/

[wanderstarr]

𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐈𝐈 ‧₊˚✩彡

wanderer x gn! reader

[[ prologue || ao3 ]]

2. Your thoughts seldom matched his own.

This was no overstatement, nor was it an exaggeration, mind you. The Wanderer could not for the life of him understand the way you came to your conclusions, why you made the decisions you did. He didn't understand how he saw himself in you, when you couldn't be any more different to what he was, as a person. Of course, this was most likely accredited to the simple fact that you were of different natures, he'd decided.

He never expected to see you again after what happened at the Zubayr Theatre. Well, he didn't expect to see you again before that either, but you had a knack for surprising him like that.

Regardless, he's been avoiding the Grand Bazaar like the plague, choosing to coop himself up in the Sanctuary of Surasthana instead. On the rare occasion he did leave, it was only to submit his papers to the Vahumana Darshan, and he immediately left once he was done. It's not that he was afraid of confronting you, or being confronted by you; nonsense, he was just… focusing on his duties, as an efficient aide should.

Buer didn't share his ideology.

"You haven't gotten me Candied Ajilenakh Nuts in a while." she says one day, in that matter of fact tone of hers. He was writing at the time. He's been doing it more often lately.

"You didn't ask." he replies, and dips the nib of his pen into the ink jar.

"I never had to ask before." she muses, and sits down next to him with her tiny arms folded on her lap. The Wanderer sighs. When Buer sits down like that, it usually means a particularly lengthy lesson for him.

"I forgot, then."

"You didn't forget." Buer shakes her head. "Is something the matter, Hat Guy?"

"No." he says, staring intently at the paragraphs in front of him.

"Does it have something to do with the person who brought us Havalmadz?"

"I-" he presses down too hard, and ink sprays all over the page. He groans. "Lord Kusanali, have you been spying again?"

"Not at all!" Buer smiles innocently. The Wanderer can never tell if she's bluffing it, whenever she pulls that look. "It was just a guess. Was I right?"

He says nothing, though that in itself was answer enough for Buer.

"I see. Did you two disagree on something?"

"..something like that." he sighs. He can never hide anything from Buer for too long when she gets curious.

"Sometimes, a Rishboland Tiger might eat a fox and get diarrhea. You can't really tell whether the diarrhea was caused by eating the fox itself, or something inside the fox's stomache." Buer says all this in a rather contemplative tone. "Does that make sense?"

Not at all. A little bit? He just tends to lose focus whenever Buer chooses to use nature's digestive waste as a subject for her analogies. He's yet to find it in himself to talk to her about it.

"I don't see how a Rishboland Tiger has anything to do with me, Lord Kusanali."

Buer gives him a look. He winces at his mistake; he only ever called her by that name when he was keeping secrets.

"Well," Buer smiles, "The Rishboland Tiger wouldn't know why his belly is upset, but you could find out, couldn't you, Hat Guy?"

Buer stares at him. He stares at her back.

He looks away first.

His quill and parchment lay abandoned on the table, and he finds himself locked out of the Sanctuary for the rest of the day.

He clicks his tongue. What does it matter if the Rishboland Tiger doesn't know, anyway? It would still have to suffer for its foolishness, in the end.

He summons a rush of Anemo, and heads in a direction completely opposite from the Zubayr Theatre. He was no tiger, and you were no fox, and he certainly wasn't having an upset stomache from eating you. He wasn't about to open that can of worms any time soon, thanks.

Surprisingly, he does not hear Buer's chiding voice in his head. Really, that should have been his first hint.

He goes where the rising winds lead him, and when he lets his feet touch the ground at last, he finds himself on the outskirts of Vanarana. He doesn't enter the forest, and instead treads on its borders.

And because fate most definitely has it out for him, who else would he find but you, standing in the distance. Surrounded by Rishboland Tigers. Because of course life would shove this kind of thing, this painfully obvious lesson on morals or whatever, in his face.

He wonders if Buer knew. A faint giggle in the back of his mind tells him she most definitely did.

He calls on that familiar rush of Anemo once again, and races headfirst towards you.

He should have known better than to underestimate your capabilities. You mow through all three of the beasts before he even reaches you, pummeling them into submission. You move with the elegance of an elephant traipsing through a field of mice – that is to say, none at all. But what you lacked in grace, you made up for in sheer ferocity. Your vision crackled with a wild glow when you fought.

As relieved as he was that he didn't need to save your ass from danger, he's starting to regret rushing in, because now you've turned around and spotted him too.

"Oh." you shuffle your feet, lowering your weapon. It still amazes him, how quickly your demeanor shifts. "Hello, wanderer."

Has the air always felt this suffocating?

He wants to run. He wants nothing more than to return to his life behind the walls of the sanctuary, safe from whatever's stuck in his damn chest that goes wild in your presence. But he can't. Not when you looked so.. disappointed.

"Hello," he says, and mumbles your name.

"What brings you to this part of town?" you try to joke, but it comes out rather depressingly. He winces.

"I could ask you the same thing."

You sigh. "Y'know, just gathering wood and stuff. For the.. puppets."

You say the word like it's forbidden. You both fall into momentary silence.

You speak quietly, tugging on your satchel. "I could still show you them. If you want."

"...okay."

You smile just a little when he nods. You open your bag, and gently pull out a wooden doll, no bigger than your torso. The clothes it wore were dyed in soft hues, and it looked a little bit like you, he thinks, a warm smile carved into its face.

"I made this for a family member." you tell him, cradling the puppet with care. "They're not around anymore."

He doesn't speak, and steps closer towards you. His fingers reach out to brush against the puppet. You don't make any move to stop him.

Buer was right. He would never admit it, and he would continue to argue with his own opinions, but she was always right. Foolish little feline, Rishboland Tiger he was. A hypocrite, for ever shunning you, the way his creator shunned him. For something you didn't do.

"I don't know why I upset you the other day," you whisper, "But I'm sorry."

He thinks you were as much of a fool as he was, for accepting him. For apologising when he should be the one to do so. Your mind, your heart, far too kind, too human for him to comprehend.

But perhaps something could be forged in your differences. Buer once said he wasn't as heartless as he thought. Perhaps she could be right.

"..don't be," he whispers back, "..it wasn't your fault to begin with."

©wanderstarr

they made up finally!! also hehe new header