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wanderer
@vagaventus.bsky.social
john ❧ 25 ❧ selective
artist : mithsd
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“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 ;
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 —”

❧ ˊˎ- Wanderer / Hat Guy
— 6̶t̶h̶ ̶H̶a̶r̶b̶i̶n̶g̶e̶r̶
— Scholar of Vahumana
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you make me feel dirty
tell me i'm disgusting
tell me that you love me
but really you mean nothing
December 20, 2025 at 9:46 AM
.... Walks over toward @necaautnecare.bsky.social while he's sitting at the table, kicking at the leg of his chair to get his attention.
December 20, 2025 at 10:56 AM
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what doesn't kill you leaves you strongerˎ is what they say. but what they don't tell you is that it also leaves you mentally weaker. it breaks youˎ destroys youˎ and chips away at the very foundation of who you are.
December 20, 2025 at 7:06 AM
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everyone thinks they can help me, but they can't. they're better off without me. i made my choices and i'll deal with the consequences because they belong to me.
December 20, 2025 at 3:39 AM
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… but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved
December 20, 2025 at 2:23 AM
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and it's suffocating
and i'm longing to breathe again
and in the middle of it all
i ended up losing who i am
December 19, 2025 at 10:39 PM
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take me slowly , or else you may come by injury
i'll hurt you emotionally
December 19, 2025 at 10:08 PM
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And what is love, anyway? It’s clawmarks, scratches, scars, traces someone leaves inside of you. The thing I fear most is stillness, silence. I want permanent marks, life. What’s love for you?
December 18, 2025 at 3:02 AM
. . . .
December 18, 2025 at 1:04 AM
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This desire for revenge will
not disappear even if you forget.
December 17, 2025 at 10:41 PM
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what's the point of life without my heart ?
December 17, 2025 at 11:21 PM
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a desire so violent it seemed devouring.
December 17, 2025 at 10:55 PM
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Struggling and fluttering
December 17, 2025 at 10:52 PM
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The flesh is weak my creator wishes me to forget that i am superior
December 17, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Ah. So this was a Christmas thing. Honestly, he forgot that it was a holiday people actually celebrate, despite how long he was in Sneznhaya for.

Humming a bit, Wanderer just nodded slowly in response— Having focused down to the cat slouched in his arms as he resituated him, snickering a little +
Ajax has to take a moment to get his kamera set up for a perfect shot of Scarab's clear, raw anger on his little kitten face, snorting out another laugh and giving the black kitten some gentle scritches on the ears that earn him an angry swat.

"I wanted to get some photos of them dressed up for~
........ Snorts?

Staring down at AJ and Scarab, he stepped closer so that he could pick up the orange tabby- amused as he eyed how he miserably dangled in his hands for a moment before adjusting him in his hold with a sigh. Glancing between the cats and Ajax.
A entertaining as this was, he's +
December 17, 2025 at 1:25 PM
There really was no way for him to properly react to this.

One part of him is tempted to laugh because, frankly, Ajax looks ridiculous. The other part is upset— Almost pissed off but not quite. And Wanderer's more than comfortable blaming the upset on the hormones right now, all things +
The reaction was more than enough to tell Ajax that everything he'd been trying to do for hours at this point clearly... was not working.

He groans, pulling the towel off his head with a sigh.

"Guess that answers my other question." He says with an air of disappointment, getting up and leaning~
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What the fuck.

At first, the change had gone.... Momentarily unnoticed, between how he was still gripping slightly at the shoulder of the Harbinger's shirt and occupied with checking +
December 17, 2025 at 4:24 AM
No? Don't note anything. Stop that.

"I didn't even say anything about it?"
.......mental notes for himself for later.

"...suppose it COULD be a good training exercise... I've never done it before."
"........ I'm not answering that."
December 17, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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What the fuck.

At first, the change had gone.... Momentarily unnoticed, between how he was still gripping slightly at the shoulder of the Harbinger's shirt and occupied with checking +
He's more startled that he's being yanked out of the water by his shirt than he is anything else really, pulling up and sucking in a sudden and sharp breath on instinct now.

"Wha-- huh?" He shakes his head, slicking his very much NOT ginger hair out of his face and staring at Wanderer like he's~
. . . . . . . . Yeah, that's not happening.

The moment he rounded the corner so that he could figure out where one of their cats knocked his brush off at, Wanderer was immediately distracted by what he was doing— Startled, hands darting out to grab at the back of Ajax's shirt and pulling at him +
December 17, 2025 at 3:22 AM
"........ I'm not answering that."
"....is that your way of saying you wanna watch me fight with my hands tied or something?"
December 17, 2025 at 3:13 AM
. . . . . . . . Yeah, that's not happening.

The moment he rounded the corner so that he could figure out where one of their cats knocked his brush off at, Wanderer was immediately distracted by what he was doing— Startled, hands darting out to grab at the back of Ajax's shirt and pulling at him +
If @vagaventus.bsky.social happens to poke his head into the bathroom and sees Ajax bent over the side of the bathtub with his head completely submerged...

Just walk away, he doesn't want to explain this right now.
December 17, 2025 at 3:08 AM
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you're not really human , are you ?
December 17, 2025 at 2:11 AM
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The truest freedom comes from facing our fears and becoming our true selves.
December 17, 2025 at 1:01 AM
his muscular arms, the arms of a praetorian guard accustomed to bending of bow and wielding of sword, are raised at a graceful angle, and his bound wrists are crossed directly over his head.
December 16, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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Follow me between the jaws of fate, so I can have you to myself for once.
December 16, 2025 at 8:03 PM
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'Cause I remember everything, do you remember me?
December 16, 2025 at 8:02 PM