#moracts

[cryoexorcist]

@moracts (for some reason it won’t let me tag)

“I’d be careful, the daily special at Wanmin involves slime again.”

[foxpriestss-moved]

@moracts​ why

[elmentalwish-archived]

@moracts 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

[elmentalwish-archived]

heyyy ei lol uh,,, what that eternussy do ahahahaha 😏💦

[heavenunfit]

@moracts asked: [ GUIDE ]  while one muse is riding the other,  the one being ridden takes hold of the one on top’s hips to control their movements. 🧍‍♂️for makoto-

  “Zhongli— ah— ahh-” Makoto gasps with each movement, a building heat rushing through him as his heart races. He can’t seem to help it. The longer they’re at it, the more Zhongli seems to CAPTIVATE him, increasing the pressure coiling in his stomach and... well, making Makoto lose sight of himself more and more... he doesn’t know how much longer he can manage this.

       Positioned on Zhongli’s lap, he had been slowly coaxed through the process— though Makoto could already barely contain the moans and whimpers as he did his best to lower himself onto his partner. Now, it seems as if every little movement pushes him further... Makoto does his best to move his body the way Zhongli instructed him to, but... it’s much easier to falter when even just rolling his hips mimics the sensation of being thrust into all the same. Bright flush IGNITES along his skin, volume increasing between gasps, desperate attempts to keep himself steady, but as the burning pleasure ( and... well, just how much he’s trying to take ) becomes too overwhelming to bear on his own, Makoto’s head leans backwards. “Mmh, I— sorry, I just-”

   Another sharp breath as Zhongli’s hands travel towards his hips, taking hold with a steady grip... and beginning to guide him through it instead. Makoto melts into the touch, allowing Zhongli to continue what he was too dizzy with satisfaction to do. Remarkably easy— Zhongli is gentle as he steers Makoto up and down on him, but that hardly matters, not with his much smaller size making every movement send shocks of pleasure through him anyways. All Makoto can manage between incoherent moans is a repetition of Zhongli’s name... before he finally moves himself once more, pulling closer, sinking his head to bury it into the crook of Zhongli’s neck as his climax passes. 

[primewish-a]

            “   so this is what you meant ?  when you said that you were spent ?  and now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit ,  right to the top -  don't hold back .   ”

starter call   //   @moracts​ ! song :  it’s time   —   imagine dragons .

[blazedefense-a]

@moracts​ asked: ❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜ @ ganyu // soft sentence starters

   SHAMEFUL GLANCE DOWNWARDS— it’s clear that Ganyu disagrees with their archon’s sentiment. They don’t like doing that, either, but the sudden, consuming feeling of guilt outweighs her reluctance to oppose Morax in most ways. “I... cannot say I am as certain about that, Morax.” She shakes her head, thinking of all that could have been done. If only Ganyu began to perfect their training faster, if they kept improving at a steadier rate ( even as she already finds herself spread thin with all her work ). Maybe, if they were more dedicated to it.. they would not have failed in their job to protect Liyue and its citizens. “I am bound to protect Liyue, and I know this doesn’t guarantee everyone’s survival when a threat arises, but... there is so much more I could have done— if only I was prepared enough. I apologize...” A disheartened tone, they’ve clearly taken an emotional hit not easily recovered from. “I will do all I can to make up for this.” 

[lovedlily]

            things were going too smoothly ,  weren’t they ?  of course they were ,  when did things go well for the two of them   —   the time that guizhong herself died . . .  it was a great example of their luck ,  surely .

      it’s a shame ;  a shame that the goddess is no longer surprised by the tricks of time .

      she had noticed some changes ,  yes   —   perhaps had hoped for a somewhat different outcome ,  but at the end of the day ,  the white haired woman knew what was to come .  and oh ,  she knows he tries ;  tries to make it better for her to hear ,  to not worry her .  he always did such ,  even long before the war ,  back when all worries they had were about the simplest of things how desperately she wishes for those times to come back .  and that already has her smiling ,  even if in the corner of her eyes ,  tears have already begin to form .

      her sleeve falls as her arm raises ,  not afraid to hold his face with her hand like she would always ,  thumb caressing the skin of his cheek as tenderly and caring as one could .  that would never change about guizhong .   “   fate really isn’t . . .  kind ,  to us -  is it ?   ”   more tears keep on falling ,  even more now that she aired those words (   almost as if a cue for them to .  because after all ,  her saying such means she is accepting what will happen to her lover   —   to her one and only ,  to her entirety   ) .  the saddest part ,  however ,  is how she doesn’t even try to hide them .  because she knows ,  and she knows he knows she knows .  plus ,  she never hid things from him (   would never dare   ) ,  she wouldn’t start now .

    a small nod is given to the other ,  but the goddess keeps on smiling ,  either way ;  as softly as she can even if tears keep on falling down her cheeks .

      she would rather grieve now than later ,  once alone .

      “   i promise .  don’t you worry about it any longer . .   ”   her voice no longer a melody to one’s ears ,  but rather a lament   —   the answer is there ,  but part of her wishes still that this wasn’t happening .

      how foolish of her .

" guizhong, could i speak with you for a moment? " from his voice alone, one could tell zhongli has plenty on his mind. there are subtle differences in his appearance, too, things that only those closest to him would notice. there is something far more alert in his gaze, as if expecting something he can't see. never does he fidget, yet now he cannot seem to strop wringing his hands. though he usually appears well-kept and neat, even his hair looks messier than it should. he's been struggling against something. whether it's something physical or emotional, he does not say.

" i must preface this by saying there is no need for you to worry just yet. but if the time comes that i begin to lose myself, if i... when i begin to erode," he speaks as though he hasn't already begun to, but there is no need to make her worry even more than he likely already is, " i need to know that you will have mercy on me. as i did for you... say you will do the same for me. promise me you will put me out of my misery. please. " — moracts :)))   //   @moracts​ my killer <3 !