#wanderer as a scholar

[wanderingxiao]

Thirst post~ What If you’re in class with Wanderer and he gets super needy? Mmm~ yes baby! Wanderer is addressed as “Scara” ;)

Suggestive Themes, 18+ only plz~ 💜

✨Wanderer’s Teasing Touches✨

“I swear if you get any closer, Scara. I’m really going to punch you.”

“Heh, you don’t have the courage to do such a thing in class. It’s rather pathetic seeing you so worked up over a few innocent touches. You’re just that needy for me aren’t you?”

God sometimes you really hated this prick. The shit-eating grin on his face was enough to make your blood boil and your fists shake with anger. How did you even begin dating the Wanderer in the first place? It was probably his undeniable attractive features. He was Ill-mannered the first day you met him and he still was, how did you find his personality bearable enough to continue seeing him? You knew that answer. You loved him. Even his stupid condescending words, annoyed and often times judgmental looks, all of it you had grown to love. That doesn’t mean he still didn’t annoy the hell out of you. Just like he is now. His cold hand is rested on your thigh, rubbing light circles. Seems romantic right? Wrong. Not when you’re in class at the Akademiya trying to focus on class when his hand keeps inching closer and closer to your heat.

“Let’s undo these, they’re in my way.” His slender fingers began to stealthily work your pants undone, pushing the silver button through the sewed hole and grasping the golden zipper. Your hand reaches under the table, swatting his hand away as best you can in order to be discreet, but his stealthy fingers get your pants unzipped and down before you can stop him. “Ah, ah, focus on the lecture. Or else you’ll make a failing grade on this next exam. Wouldn’t that be a shame for the straight A goody too shoes to get a bad grade?” His condescending words did nothing to sway your focus on the professor and the exam material. He was really testing the restraint you had not to strangle him at that moment. “I promise we can do it later, just please not here.”

“Tsk, but I want you now. And I take what I want, when I want it. Especially things that are mine.” His slender fingers padded a damp area building in your panties, rubbing slow and antagonizing circles against your core. His touch was cool yet burning all in the same instance. Your body stiffened, legs trying to close on his hand to stop his movements, but you should’ve known that wasn’t going to work. He was unrelenting. “Would you look at that? Already so wet from some simple touches. You might hold yourself on a pedal stool, but face it. We both know you’re just a dirty, perverted, slut.” God you loved it when he called you such degrading and dirty things. You knew he didn’t actual mean his words In the full context, but the fact was that you were a slut for him and him alone. “Your body is more honest than you are. It’s pathetic how weak you are to a man’s touch… you let other men touch you like this?”

“N-No… only you-“ a hand went to your mouth quickly, trying to stifle your own shuddering moan when he started to press harder against your core, moving tantalizingly slow towards a puffy bundle of nerves that rocked your world. A low and teasing chuckle bubbles from his chest, low enough not to draw attention to you both. Your eyes honed in on the professor, shaky to continue focusing on the lecture. “That’s right. You only submit to me like this. You submit only to me, your world, your god.” Your body betrayed you, slowly bucking your hips into his hand, desperate for more of his sensationally electric touch. His voice dropped with sedative seduction, pushing you closer and closer to succumbing to his demands for your body. “Scara… please…”

“You’re getting weak on me now? Before you wanted me not to touch you at all and now you’re sitting here, hot and flustered from this? I should punish you for being such a fucking whore.” His tongue was deathly sharp, pointed edges sticking to every little syllable that fell from his oh so soft lips. You could feel your legs shaking, utterly humiliated by how his lewd and degrading words turned you on. Your hand rested on his thigh under the table, making him stop his movements and come closer to your ear. His large hat covered your head, slightly covering your flushed face. “When did I give you permission to touch me with your filthy dirty hands?” His voice was dark yet so sexy. Suddenly, he plunged two finger deep inside you, letting out a husky and blissful breath against your ear. You quickly closed your mouth and clenched your jaw tightly not to make a sound, your hands leaving him to clench his wrists shakily as a means of support for yourself. “Don’t fucking touch me without my permission first. Is that understood?”

You couldn’t respond, your mouth pretty much sewn shut in order not to let out a loud moan in front of the entire class. His fingertips wiggled slightly before pulling out slightly to ram his fingers back inside, making a small lewdly wet sound. “I said… is that understood?” You nodded your head quickly, removing your death grip on him slowly, letting him have his way with you. He chuckled and gave a small hum into your ear, his tongue coming out to lick the shell of your ear, his large hat covering the sexual scenes from anyone that dared to look. “Good girl. Now spread your legs more for me.” You did as he said, now completely abandoned your earlier protests. He was just too good, it’s impossible to deny him anymore. You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to hug him, touch him, you wanted him to be inside of you. Your eyelashes fluttered as your kids covered your needy eyes, finally nearing your limit. “Scara-“

“I’ll stop there today, see you next class.” Your eyes opened quickly. Everyone was getting up and packing their things to leave the classroom. “Awe, too bad for you.” Wanderer pulled his fingers out and wiped them rudely on your clothes before he gathered his own things and stood. Your hands fumbled with the zipper and button of your pants before you stood with him, eyes narrowing with disappointment. “You better finish what you started… asshole.” A chuckle sounded from the indigo haired man, his dark lavender eyes turning back to stare at you with amusement. “Hah? Since when are you the one to order me around?” You pouted and grabbed your books, holding them tightly against your chest trying to rid yourself of the feeling of your ruined orgasm. He rolled his eyes at your pouting face before breathing out a sexy laugh. “Awe, don’t worry your pretty little head. Just wait till we get home…”

“…I’ll ravage you until you break.”

Got a thirst? Lemme know! I love imagining Scara/Wanderer in sexy situations~ hehe, fluff is always welcome too. Dis man is gonna be the death of me one day I swear 😍💜

-WX

[theelvishfiddler]

Just discovered your oc art ITS ALL SO COOL I LOVE IT!!!!!

Thank you!!! It has been so long since I've drawn or posted anything about most of them but it's so cool to hear people enjoy my original stuff!!!

Just for this ask, here are some unposted sketches of my ocs I dug up from deep in my 2021-23 art vault :)

[rubia-peregrinart]

good hunter's emergency contacts summons fieldguide

[tea-twords]

Okay maybe I ship sethoscara

[featheredcritter]

The only instance of a Wanderer (G. P. Miles) being injured has been recorded during test 17-9. The specimen had explosive detonated in its mouth, which dislocated its jaw and caused profusing bleeding.

The specimen appeared to be in great distress, but despite the demage it was later seen regenerating the missing tissue and healing its own injury.

The blood had appeared to be at a boiling temparature, and it injured several researchers.

The team had been unable to replicate the experiment.

[ubejamjar]

FFXIV Vanilla Gpose | Two | Location The Wanderer's Palace

I shall never forget learning the truth of tonberries, the truth of Nym. Wandering those halls, I could feel the terror of the sick left to drown. What was the end goal for such an act? Had those responsible felt regret before the Voidsent swallowed them whole? It's impossible to know. May we never repeat their mistakes.

[darkrootmushies]

ITS LITERALLY THEM

[katyahina]

Bloodborne beach episode!.... the NORMAL beach episode, and not how it went... the last time -_- *glares at monster hunters from Byrgenwerth*

In case if Tumblr ruins the quality, I shared full res on Devi: ( x ).

I've started this WIP back in summer 2021, but I've abandoned it since then, and only this summer decided to actually finish it.. Some errors since that time carried on as a result, and arguably I draw a bit better humans now... But the only true way to learn to draw large 'crowd' pieces like this is to simply draw more of them, hahah; Sizing of characters within perspective is yet to be improved, of course, not to mention that some characters are not drawn quite accurately to my heights headcanons for them but I will be real, it was fun to draw! And I just... really wanted to draw something happy and colorful for a long while, since BB's grim atmosphere striped me out of this fix. At least now there is ER for my bright colors needs lol

(Important: there are no OCs on this piece! The girl under Willem's chair is Rom, guy chased by the seaqulls is Bloody Crow, there is Byrgenwerth gatekeeper being buried in sand by Dores the Byrgenwerth graveguard (canon characters only mentiond in the item most of the players never found), Choirling is Yurie, girl next to Maria is of course Adeline, and the guy with the kite is Caryll!)

[karolinevassalor]

For this week i live for the polls. Now here a Bloodborne.

[hat-guy-official]

hey about that gen alpha language message that was my cat. my cat was on my keyboard. my sincere apologies ill keep an eye on him

…Riiiight.

Has your cat ever considered applying to the Hravatat darshan?

[niriaveil]

It just. Do you ever think Solas has his spies in the Inquisition (pre-Trespasser and pre-Velyna disbanding the Inquisition) watch over her? Do you think he asks for reports on her happiness, even though he told himself that he cannot be with her (emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually-) he still cares because his vhenan has been through so much? How does it feel to know that you have created an existence for the love of your life in which she isn't accepted by her people anymore, but she's too real to be alongside yours.

And then post-Trespasser, it's scary how quickly she seemingly... vanishes. He has spies and people who keep a tab on the Inquisition and their former members, he has to; he has to remain one step ahead for his plan, but the quick way in which Velyna vanishes from the public eye must be horrifying. To know she is only alive by the grace of her dreams and the odd sighting here and there.

[inhcritance]

OoC:

Currently thinking about Kingdom Hearts Young Xehanort, and how he'd actually fit in many verses, including Marvel.

[very-funny-box]

Can I pet the scugs? I've decided they need pet

Your wish is my command

[wildlands-tale]

Khodra

Main character #2 - The Exile

Preceded by frightened cries - the words of which he couldn't possibly make out - a familiar and yet completely new sight greeted Khodra. Imperial cavalry. Not trotting around main squares and palaces to intimidate commoners, but charging through the gates at full speed with their glaives forward. Khodra's mind couldn't process the vision before him. It was something out of a history book. So sudden, so fast and so hard to believe. On some level he knew he should move, run and hide, do something, but he found himself frozen in the middle of the street, the terrible scene approaching at an alarming pace.

Khodra has never been to the Wildlands before, only heard the terrible tales. Tales of the savage wildfolk; bandits and cannibals with endless hatred toward the Empire.

Now he wanders these dangerous lands all alone, desperately trying to figure out where to hide and what to do with his new life. Can he forget his comfortable city life and adapt to the Wildlands before it consumes him?

Let's find out here :O

[robo-dino-puppy]

wanderer

hfw face(paint)s 32/?

[thefreelanceangel]

He’d lost interest in the lectures and studies presented in the Studium and set forth to make his own discoveries. Not everything the star offered could be studied by turning dry pages, by endless rounds of pointless debate. 

He sought experience, novelty, things beyond the lecture hall. Years spent unearthing bits of esoteric lore, half-forgotten history, names buried in the drifting sands of time culminated in this journey. 

He would find something of note, regardless of what tombs he despoiled to do so.