#yeah I actually am still working on that if you can believe

[meritski]

dangerously yours • wanderer x gn!reader

Wanderer never liked the stars, so it made his lips twitch upwards slightly when he noticed how the cosmos were trying to copy the shine of your eyes. It was doing a horrible job, and here you were— mesmerized by it. Hah, how amusing.

The lies of Teyvat could never outshine you. Yet you seemed unaware of that.

How could he tell you the truth, which would lead you to watch the stars through tears? Which would lead your eyes to lose their brightness? A trait of yours that he adored? Never. He could never do that to you.

“Look, a shooting star!” The excitement of your tone made him snap out of his thoughts. “Did you wish?”

“Oh,” He was too caught up in watching you instead of the stars, it seemed. “I didn’t have the time.” The words slipped between his lips before he could even think. "Didn't have the time", coming from him— compared to you? Very funny.

Sometimes he regrets it. Maybe if he had wished that you were two other people— two people who need not say goodbye; the universe would pity him and listen, just for this once.

And sometimes, he doesn’t. Because you looked breathtaking that day(you always do), even though he didn’t have the breath you could have taken. If he did, all of them would belong to you, he swears upon it.

Noticing your curious gaze, he guessed you’d ask what he could possibly wish for. But the question never came, which caught him off guard. Instead, you proposed an idea. A silly one, but still endearing nonetheless. Just like you.

“Next time, then.”

He never saw any of them after you, which made him believe you were his shooting star, the only star he believed in, instead. It was a shame that none of the wishes he made while looking at you came true. You were the brightest of them all, who shone across his memory with a warm light. One that he would never forget.

You would betray him, surely. He had known that from the start. Yet he also betrayed himself by not considering this a betrayal. Because how could someone as heavenly as you do something so sinful? How could someone’s words that sound like verses— he repeats them every night, engraving them into his memory so he will never forget them, as if he is a worshipper— be a lie?

He will live a long time— an eternity without you. This makes him wonder, is the only eternity he’ll gain from this cruel world a life without you? If so, he doesn’t want it. Even though it’s what he yearned for his entire life, you are what he will long for for the rest.

He will look into the faces of passersby, hoping to find something that will, for an instant, bring you back to him. Yet none of them compare with yours. Nor can they try to remind him of you. Yours was sculpted in his mind, he didn’t dare to dirty it with some forgettable facades that didn’t matter. You deserved much more than that.

Moonlit nights will feel strangely empty because there will be no answer when he calls your name into them. The sky you two once watched is starless now. He doesn’t have anything in his mind, other than you. And he doesn’t think he’ll in the future, either. His mind, thoughts, body, past and future, soul— everything belongs to you.

Always, the empty space in his chest will be aching for you. A cold reminder that he didn’t have a heart that could have belonged to you. If he did, all of it would belong to you. He, again, swears upon it.

You're something to believe in again— yet you are the type of person who has ceased to exist for him. He truly hates that.

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☆ the artblock + uni combo soloed me i am afraid </3

☆ the dangerously yours quotes on my fyp and my unhealthy obsession with wanderer resulted in this haha, not really my best work and it's also not proofread— yeah, it might get rewritten !!

☆ i actually was editing one of my drafts for kinich last time i checked... how did it come to this >,:

☆ i hope you guys liked it, hehe <3

[drabbletron]

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Couldn't stop thinking about this, and then at 5 AM my brain hit me with a wonderful scenario. (And illness, yay)

Imagine Swerve getting freaky with himself, when reader comes home unexpectedly early and he's lowkey freaking out because "how are they gonna react to me fucking myself". Then reader's just like "damn that's hot af actually" and join him

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|| me to this anon: i love you FISH, i ain't gon' ever stop lovin you, FISH! (Fr tho, these asks are making me so happy to write!!) ||

Two is Better Than One, But Three is Just as Fun: Swerve x reader x Holo!Swerve SMUT

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

tw: self-cest??

Swerve can hear the jingling of keys too little too late as the habsuite door opens with is usual woosh.

"Ah, shit --!"

You're taken aback at the scene before you: Swerve has someone bent over doggy style on your shared berth, and that person is none other than -- HIMSELF?!

"It's not what it looks like!" "I can explain!"

So many questions are shooting around your head. What is he doing? Why is he doing it? Why didn't he invite you? Why are you so turned on by this? What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Both him and his avatar are scrambling, talking at the same time to placate whatever repercussions may befall him. Swerve still hasn't even pulled out of his avatar, and when he does both of them let out the deepest wanton groan you've ever heard and that definitely doesn't go straight between your legs. No way! Nu-uh!

"Swerve," he stops moving when you say his name, "I don't want to yuck your yum or anything, but what are you doing?"

"I was just, y'know!" He gestures vaguely to the avatar, "just testing some things out! With my--uh, with my programming, yeah! Testing the sensor calibrations an-and stuff…"

Swerve can feel that his frame is on fire but he can't tell if it's from the way his ass was clenching on his spike or from the embarrassment of being caught essentially playing with himself. He has no time to mull it over before you're placing your work bag on the ground and pulling up a chair to sit in. Your eyes never leave him, watching like a hawk, expecting… something.

"Tests, huh? So tell me, Swerve, how are those tests coming along?"

"G-good? I guess.. I'm not sure what you--"

"Keep going."

"I'm ..sorry?"

"Keep going. Don't let me stop you from doing what you're doing. You need results, right? Well lets see 'em. Calibrate what you need to, then maybe we can run some tests of our own."

Your eyes are different now, burning, smoldering, heated and hungry. It clicks that you want to watch. See him fucking himself. He feels so small under your stare, but the way you're looking at him spurs his movements.

Swerve reactivates the connection between himself and his avatar, the holomatter now fully responsive and operable, and both of them hesitantly go back to the position they were in. He brings the avatar's hips up and places his spike between its cheeks, grinding very gently and oh so uncertainly. He looks to you for approval and you give him a very expectant "Well…?"

"Are you sure you want me to do this? I mean, this isn't cheating, right?"

"It's just yourself piloting that thing, isn't it?"

Swerve nods.

"Then it's not cheating. Here," you take off your pants and sling one leg over the arm of the chair, letting yourself be visible to him, "how about I join you?" Less of a question and more of a statement.

More than a little confused but also very turned on, Swerve pipes up, "but you're not even over here."

"Think of it as 'mutual masturbation'; I get off while you get off and everybody's happy, yeah?"

Swerve can already see the slick on your sex catching in the dim lights of the room. If he wasn't suspicious of you being some sort of voyeur then he's sure as hell convinced now, or you might just be that into him. He'll let himself believe that you find him as attractive as you say you do when the two of you are intimate for now, if only to play into the fantasy of being desired by someone he thinks is out of his league. That little boost gets him back in the flow of things and he resumes where he left off.

(to be continued ...?)

|| NOTE: I did so little editing as I wanted to post this as soon as I possibly could!! I didn't think of self-cest being a thing until I really thought about the holomatter avatars. I will do a continuation of this, but I need the time to work on it. Got a lot to do and such! ||

[flayedintheusa]

Seven Sentence Sunday

This is funny— I was actually thinking about doing this anyway because I love seeing others’ work, but I have been tagged! Thank you, @rigginsstreet ♡

“I’m not stupid enough to let you stay here for a stupid boy, Billy, even if it’s me,” he says, knowing it’s far too fucking soon for any of this talk when Billy hasn’t even admitted to liking him yet. But he also knows it’s something he needs to hear; reassurance that he’s safe is all Steve really wants to give. And it’s been a rough and wild week, but he’d bet that if Billy let him, he could prove that to him for the rest of the summer. Or however long they have until he high-tails it back to the ocean that birthed him.

Billy’s palms burn past the thin material of his shirt when they uncurl to hold him, steady and like a plea. Steve’s hands push about his curls, tugging slightly on that one that hangs over his brow most of the time, and makes a contemplative sound. “I might be stupid enough to let pretty boys fuck up my plans, though.”

[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[altruistic-meme]

back to the issue of not feeling able to talk freely with anyone in my family :'))))) woohoo.

[tsukasalover]

(credits to ssruis)

This song is the only thing keeping me going I do not play about mr showtime 😞 nothing ruined me (made my life better) the way this song did

(Sendn. Me songs to do this with in my ask box… sniffle…)

[jackass-jones]

Girl like. The reason he said "this is how it should be" and faced death with a smile....is cuz he wanted to die. For 2 years he sat there thinking he was worthless and deserved to die. If he hadn’t be shot, his death would’ve been suicide, he was fully planning to die in a gutter somewhere undetected. When saying "this is how it should be" hes literally saying "don’t cry because I’m dying, my death is a good thing actually because I fucking suck and you are better off without me". I don’t think that’s badass even slightly, it’s actually really sad and really shitty. Shinjiro is so convinced that he deserves to die and hates the idea of anyone giving a shit about him because he literally can’t wrap his mind around the idea that he will be missed when he’s gone, that his death is a bad thing actually. And his last words were meant to be comforting because he fully did not intend for anyone to be there when he died, he intended to die alone, so he says them as a reminder that he’s not worth crying over

Personally, if it were me, if I was holding my dying best friend in my arms who was deeply depressed and suicidal and he said "this is how it should be" uh. I wouldn’t admire him for it??? Like am I losing my mind when I say the way this game handles Shinji is bad or is anyone else seeing this too 😰

[jiimwii]

cyberpsychosis could maybe be so cool if it was people being possessed by some sort of rouge ai,or as part of a corporate conspiracy. like as a planned obsolescence thing where certain parts during production are programmed to make people Do That after a certain point so you have to buy the next new 20,000eddies cannon arms to replace the nearly identical previous model or else you might kill everyone you love and die because your cyberwares "outdated". or untraceable viruses infecting competing corporations cyberware using their rival's customer's livelihoods to sabotage their profits. and maybe any one of those things works in such a way that its designed to detect atypical brain chemistry in a host,and thus triggers more frequently with them to tage advantage of and use those people as a scapegoat and a way to further fear monger against them,and you can uncover that this is the case. or something along those lines. and the more cyberware someone has the more likely it is that they could encounter any of these scenarios. but no it is just #crazy people being too #crazy.

[izzy-b-hands]

My doctor messaging me at 12:30 in the morning to tell me she wants to do a telehealth visit abt the side effects I'm having with my new Lamotrigine dose (including worse insomnia than my usual insomnia, as u may have guessed lmao) is. something.

[garpond]

message to all kids without paypal who wish they could buy commissions one day you will become an adult with a job and paypal and you can in fact buy the commissions and it will be wonderful but watch out

[icewindandboringhorror]

oh my god.. a job for me.. historical pierrot beach performer lol

[sysig]

I’ve been had!

They are just little guys

[neverendingford]

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[sheliesshattered]

I have owned my sewing machine (Husqvarna Viking Emerald 116) for more than fourteen years now and I've only just finally figured out how to use the blind hem stitch. And damn is it nice.

[wild-at-mind]

Sometimes just from someone's username you know they would reblog a post that's like omg Trump will do genocide and Harris will do genocide but with emojis and memes!!

And then you see that they did in fact reblog the post and you're like ohhh can we stop pretending this is any kind of leftism.

[afternoonblues]

enjoying reading academic journals & books is a different kind of joy especially when it's a subject you enjoy dwelling in ya'know