Scaramouche Imagine~
when you suddenly fell asleep that he comes into your consciousness
theme: fluff (?), very cute and heartwarming, warning might make you cry, may contain sensitive topics, not proofread
on a serious note, this is crack LMFAO
you have been warned.
It was very late at night. You can't fall asleep and there are two reasons for such: the stampede of thoughts in your head and the cruel stomachache. You opened your eyes, giving up on trying to fall asleep. Right arm making its way out of the blankets, reaching out for the top of your wooden bedside cabinet as you get your phone. You turned it on and saw the time. 3:27am. You have been laying down, tossing and turning, ever since it was 11. The situation looked deem, hopeless, yet confusing.
Suddenly, you again felt a sharp pain in your stomach. This has happened multiple times this night. In your head, sleep would have made it disappear, but it seems that sleep is nowhere near. You recalled what your great yet Lesser Lord Kusanali once quoted - "use the bathroom and flush your anxiety dookie away~". As you cannot help it anymore, you stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
You took a shit, and oh boy was it hard to push it out. It was like you had to muster all your strength and courage for this very hour, for this divine event. Oh? But all of a sudden, pitch black filled your vision. One second, your eyelids felt so heavy and now, you are finally in deep slumber. Who would have thought that perhaps changing your bed to a toilet can help.
Supposedly you are in a deep sleep where your mind is at peace and you do not have to think or do anything. But what is this strange feeling? As if your soul had been transported back to reality but far away from it as well. It cannot be explained, but you just felt it. Is this what happens when you become in touch with your own consciousness? Slowly coming to your senses, your once bowing head turned upwards. Shocked, you saw the face of The Balladeer staring at you. What are those in his eyes? That purple electrifying look. no. There is more to it. You looked deeper and you saw something you did not expect - mercy. Pity.
He then held your hand, and as if your consciousness is in fact connecting with reality in some way, you were finally able to release that one last tiny hard piece of poopoo you have been struggling to get out. You cried tears of joy and worshipped the one who had held your hand. Scaramouche, satisfied with his help, laughed with a sprinkle of both genuine relief and degradation. "Mortals... A very simple task yet you still need me to succeed. How laughable."
You completely woke up from your consciousness. Now unable to see Scaramouche, you felt sad. But no matter. It was a pleasure and honor already to see him, and hell, even held your hand. You don't know if he can hear you, but you wanted to express gratitude. You cried and screamed plenty of thanks and continuously did this as you wash and wipe your business away.
The neighbors, who were sleeping tight, woke up to your screams. They filed a complaint to the village owner of where you are residing. When they came to talk to you, you preached of how great Lord Scaramouche is. They all looked at you weirdly - "Do we need medical help?". They kept trying to know into your sense that Scaramouche is but a fictional character and that you need to touch grass. Yet you refused. You feel and know that you are in the right. Just like any follower, you defended your new god with all your might. You also know that no, you do not need to touch grass.
Unless you spent precious time reading all of this. Then maybe you do. Don't you have something to do in life? Are you okay? Touch grass, please.
Fear not, however, for I will come with you. After all, I spent 30 minutes writing all this down. Maybe, just maybe, we all need to seek help.
Oh, and to summarize all of this... You know what you just read?
A story about you taking a shit at 3am and being so tired that you fell asleep. But then Scaramouche went in your consciousness. You were crying deep inside so he pitied you and helped you release that one tiny hard last piece of poopoo then you woke up and thanked him in a very loud manner that the neighbors, cops, and doctors had to be involved. Did you get the therapy you need? Idk man, you tell me
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"The industrial country, with power of science,
Was built with our working hands' alliance."
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Idk where I saw but I’ll say it here.
Okay so most of us can agree that Piamon is annoying because she’s always talking for the traveler and over simplifying things when she’s speaks. But I have a theory/headcanon.
So when Traveler fished out Piamon they stayed on the beach for two months. Why stay there so long? I would say it’s because Piamon was (and still is) teaching traveler the language of teyvet. And so Piamon helps traveler durning the trip to understand everything being said.
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“Strike first, then perish to my blade. Your existence is but a fleeting dream.”
https://www.patreon.com/posts/no-watermark-ei-75049022?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
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