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quinnchee · 1 year
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SCARAMOUCHE AHHH
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Art is NOT mine by: fenkko on Twitter!
Spoilers! Spoilers! Archon quest 3.2
scaramouche x creator reader (could be read as SAGAU )
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Scaramouche had been defeated, the giant mech falls to its knees, dust and debris flying all around the now quiet room. Nahida starts to approach the fallen mech, breaking the seal, slowly removing the glowing gnosis.
you tell Nahida to stop, immediately sensing his agony as he tried to grasp the gnosis desperately. Straightening up You slowly make your way up to the lost soul,
you can hear his desperate grunts as his finger tips graze the gnosis
You take him into your loving arms, you try your best to comfort the hystericalboy patting his back while in your warm embrace, but he doesn’t let up. He can’t he needs the gnosis he wants that power, but his eyes just can’t stay open any longer…
You know he can’t have the gnosis, your eyebrows furrow as you grab the lone hand away from the floating chest piece, while you speak words of reassurance and comfort into his ears. He whimpers, cries. “Why?” is the only thing filling his mind as the gnosis floats further away and his eyes get droopy.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! Why!?
He finally passes out the light leaving broke eyes, you give him one last squeeze before turning to grab the glowing bishop admiring the purple hue before handing it to the dendro archon.
You descend from your place in the mech, scaramouche held tightly but gently in your arms,
you hold him with so much care, as if he’ll break with a tap to his heart.
You hold him for the rest of the time, up until he’s about to wake, giving the lone wanderer one last kiss on the head before you make your great escape back to the traveller.
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Do not steal nor translate this work
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callmeadin · 1 year
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Could you write something about us catching scara as he falls from his tall af robot? If your up for it of course. It hurt to see him fall like a sack of potatoes lol
a/n - this idea has got me in a chokehold jfsdfhsdf it really did hurt to watch that scene sobs. i hope you like this!! i feel like i kind of got away with this one lmao
Scaramouche's S/O Catching Him From His Mech
scaramouch x gn!reader
pronouns - they/them - none mentioned
warnings - hurt/comfort, not proofread, the use of scaramouche's real name
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everything around you starts to slow down; your hearing fades out, your sense of touch feels cloudy, and your vision blurs everything except for where scara is. where he's about to fall from such a height. you don't realize you've already started moving until you're almost under the mech. 
you kept your gaze connected with his, watching as the realization comes to him, he accepts it, and admits to defeat. watching as the light left his eyes absolutely terrified you. 
the impact was a lot harder than you would've liked, but you don't care. you cough through the dust, fumbling around to sit up. once you do, you already have him in your arms. looking at him, you take notice that his clothes are torn in some places from the impact of the fall, and no doubt from the wires that are still semi attached to his back. sure, it feels slightly uncomfortable on your legs, but that's not what's important. 
your ears are ringing, your entire body feels numb, everything blurs together; but you know his eyes are closed. puppet or not, it still scares you. he never told you of this plan. you realize that the faint screaming of his name is actually coming from you. 
"scara! scara, i swear to all of the fucking archons above, if you don't wake up right now, i'm going to wake you up myself," you can hear the pure terror seeping in your voice. no matter what you seemed to do, he didn't wake. you sure as hell weren't gonna shake him awake; you don't want to make it worse. you're sobbing full on now, crying out his name trying to wake him up. 
"please, please wake up! please, kuni, please..." you don't know how long you sit there for, holding his delicate face in your hands, whimpering his name occasionally. at some point, you close your eyes and connect your forehead with his. it hurts you to see him so lifeless. your tears eventually dry up. 
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"i'm sorry for leaving you earlier, y/n," a voice, so soft spoken and small, kind and young. you refuse to pick your head up. you're too tired. 
"may i see him?" the dendro archon kneels in front of you, tentatively reaching her hand out to you. tiredly, you shake your head, refusing the kind archon. you feel as if you'll lose him the moment you let go. you don't want to let go. 
"y/n, i am unable to help either of you if you won't let me see him," her voice is soft, kind. you know she means well, and at this notion, with great difficulty, you slowly raise your head and open your eyes. you're met with nahida smiling kindly at you. the both of you. "i know you're scared, but it's going to be okay." 
nahida cups scara's face in both of her hands, a green glow coming forth. after a few seconds, she hums. 
"he will be okay. he must rest for awhile," she meets your gaze. "and so do you. you're injured." you try to refute, yet you can't find your voice. "it's okay, i will take him to the sanctuary of surasthana, and you can rest there, too." you nod your head, feeling the fatigue hitting you like a sumpter beast. you feel a warmth consume you, and unwillingly, you close your eyes. 
• after that whole deal, you wake up to find yourself in a room located in the sanctuary of surasthana
• after wandering for a bit, you find nahida indeed taking care of scaramouche
• she informs you that he appears to be in a coma, and that it might take some time for him to wake up
• you understand, and she lets you sit with her
• eventually, she leaves to go do something else that requires the attention of the dendro archon, but she knows that you'll take care of scara in the meantime
• after some time has passed, and scaramouche wakes up and becomes the wanderer, he apologizes for scaring you like that, so many times
• you keep telling him that it's okay, because he's still alive, and that's all that matters
• he's okay
• even though scaramouche is a puppet and doesn't have the need to breath, he still makes sure to do the action
• he knows that it scares you ever so slightly when you two are cuddling, and he stops
• he doesn't want to betray you again, even though he knows you'll forgive him regardless
"i love you."
"i love you, too."
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head---ache · 2 years
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Determined and Shadow moment!!!!!!!
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fairytailscum · 2 years
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The Sweet Camellias
Gray Fullbuster x GN! Reader
About: You had these strong feelings towards the ice princess of the fairy tail guild, you admired him in many ways. Your adoration for him grew into love, love that you weren’t certain he requited. And thus, the sweet Camellias bloomed.
A/N: THIS IS KINDA SHORT? But this is one of many I will be doing
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He had been the first to notice you as you were a newcomer in the guild, his soft eyes boring into the back of your skull. Your heart fluttered a new profound beat as he walked up close to you, the cold air surrounding him sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps had formed on your arms.
That day, you learned what it was like to laugh and feel wanted. Gray had made you feel wanted and at home.
. . . .
Many months had passed, as your feelings about Gray took a turn- perhaps for the worst. You knew of the water mage who was seemingly in love with Gray as she stalked him, glaring daggers at you when you’d get close. You were deemed as her #1 love rival and well… that name suit you well. The small feelings you had for him grew and grew by the minute until you found yourself in love with him. The ice make user always on your mind, invading your thoughts at every hour of the day.
You were in love. And for a while, it felt nice. You enjoyed it. But it wasn’t until your throat began to constrict and the sinking in your stomach grew, struggling to breathe and feeling as though something was ripping your heart out and coming up your esophagus. It was until you saw the blood stained petals fall into the water of your toilet, turning the clear water into this beautiful pink that complimented the soft pink and red petals of the flower. The flowers that would cause you so much pain, drain you of all the hope and energy you had once harbored.
. . . .
And so you showed up less and less to the guild hall, it was a struggle to even keep your eyes open. You had felt so weak and pathetic, your once glowing skin and fleshy body turned pale and frail. The only sound filling your small bedroom was the sounds of your heavy breathing, fighting every second to get that breathe that would fill you with relief. Not knowing if it would be your last.
A soft knocking rattled on the front door, before it stopped and the small soft voice of a girl on the other side.
It was hard to move, but somehow you found not only the courage but strength to move yourself towards it and open it very slowly. There stood the small, blue headed girl staring up with her big brown eyes, no words were needed, she knew. The little girl knew all of the pain you feel, she could smell the scent of the flowers mixed with the smell of blood that would make her nose scrunch up and tears form in her in her big, pretty eyes you once adored and admired because of all the things she had seen and yet.. they still remained hopeful and warm. But that all soon faded.
. . . .
This had never been expected. Never in all of the years you had been alive did you think something so small and beautiful that you longed for would cause you so much pain.
You… loved Gray. You… loved him… whether he loved you back, you were not certain. You couldn’t tell him. What would he think of you?
The thoughts of his smile and the way he made you feel, all the joy and happiness hit you like a wave as you crumbled to the floor, blood seeping from the corners of your mouth and the sweet camellias fell to the floor. Hands grasping, digging nails into your throat in hopes to help clear your airway. Pain shook your body, you couldn’t- was this the end? It couldn’t be no…
No… you were- you were still young. It couldn’t end now, could it? You were so blindly in love, throat closing around nothing and it pulled gasps out of you. It hurt.. oh god it hurt. It hurt like nothing you had ever felt before.
Why did no one tell you love hurt this damn bad?
. . . .
A soft humming filled your ears, the scratch ones of your throat undeniable. It hurt to breathe, and the feeling of the flowers blooming inside you still present. But why… why couldn’t you have just… gone. Someone, unsure of who it was, stood beside you as the soft tears trickled down their face and landed on your bruised hands. Who was crying over your pain? The pain you brought upon yourself?
“ ..you- you damn idiot! Why didn’t you tell me?! How could you- I thought.. I thought you trusted me? “
The voice was hoarse, it sounded like the person had been crying, and it pained you once the voice became more familiar.
“ Gra…y…?”
Your own voice sounded … not much better. The pain was immediate, you regretted speaking. No words were spoken past that. His cold hands felt so.. warm… so nice against your own. No words were needed to explain the situation, his eyes were red and puffy, Gray had been crying for hours. What if he lost you? His heart clenched at the thought. Yours fluttered at the touch, because he knew the truth. He knew it all. He knew everything you had endured for what felt like forever… it was… the pain… faded. You could breathe again. It no longer hurt
It was warm, something foreign that you had not experienced for so long. For being an ice user it was odd how warm he could make you feel. What was happening? That was the only question in your mind but you knew, the moment his lips pressed against your forehead you knew. The warmth returned all over, you felt fuzzy.
Thankful. The sweet Camellias caused so much heartache and pain, you could never look at them the same and yet… you felt thankful. For bringing the man you loved so dearly to you and showing you the truth. The truth. He loved you, he loved you as well.
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apocalyptic-byler · 10 months
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and if mike finds out about the painting right around the same time nancy finds out about jonathans letter then what
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just-an-ari · 2 years
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ik i posted sc art today already but its supercorp sunday so like-
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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 9 months
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Yet another sad NY headcanon cuz he simply existed too cutely: New York trained himself to cry near-silently. It's because when he was owned by England, he cried a lot (mostly in secret, but still) and when England would see or sometimes hear him crying, he would beat him and yell at him to "toughen up" and "be a man" and "stop being childish" (even tho York was literally a child). Also he got teased for being a "crybaby" growing up. So now nobody knows when York cries unless they are either really close to him and can tell that something is wrong, or if they are seeing it for themselves.
Y'all may do with this as you please, and I'm gonna leave this here: @literallyjustexistinghere :) come comfort your mans/silly
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itsybitsyparker · 10 months
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Peter, if he was being honest with himself, had not expected to wake up. The Goblin had had his claws around Peter's neck, his vision had gone black....and then he woke up, in a bed far too nice to be his.
He startled, instinctively trying to get up, trying to fight a threat that wasn't there. And then had to bite down on a scream as the movement jarred his many, many wounds. He looked down and found bandages wrapped tightly around his chest, already going crimson at the edges.
Panting, he looked around and found that he recognized where he was. It was Harry's apartment, it was the guest room Peter claimed as his the many times he'd bunked over.
Which meant...
He didn't know what that meant. But there was no way Harry had just stumbled upon him last night, the Goblin and him were fighting in one of the warehouse districts. Far from the trainlines, or any sort of reputable New York civilization.
Which meant...
No. Don't think about it now. He shook his head, taking comfort in the fact that his spider sense was staying nice and quiet. There'd be time for paranoid questions later. For now...
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"Harry?" Peter called, wincing a little at how rough his voice sounded, like he'd been gargling glass. "You here?"
@h-osborn
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mul71v3r53-is · 2 years
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Day 10: A Hero Falls
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Ummm i think i like torturing Dream a bit too much someone take this poor boy away from me
Also lmao couldn't be bothered to do lineart this is just a colored sketch
(It's Cross' birthday today too right?? Might make something quickly..)
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popthebop · 2 years
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did I the illustrious poppie t. boppity make a Brooklyn 99 OC that is a accidental murderer and, 2 years old.
YES
YES I DID
And he's the best 2 year old mitosis clone ever.
(tbh if you wanna read more about him I'll give you the fic I made lol)
pictured in the first photo is the coloured in version of the black and white pencil drawing. (is the better one but I can't colour in as well in IRL)
Tom's sister Claire runs a forgery business I do mention it at some point?? (I'll update soon, guys don't worry I'm just wondering if cannablism is apopiate in this story before I write more lol)
Oh yeah Jake has very minor case of serious brain damage lol, tom is just in the background of the entire show really.
Also E's mentioned because you know, why not?
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cabbageliker · 2 years
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okay my angst is crawling me to make one side love au AHAHA
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locosquif · 1 month
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Did I cook
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geengoop · 8 months
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My take on taako from the new taz gn cover!
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solivagantingrebel · 4 months
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Thinks about Soap who felt so out of place with his family that he ran to enlist the moment he could to avoid dealing with the complications of his future with them in it.
Thinks about Soap who felt so out of place with his family that he ran to enlist the moment he could to avoid dealing with the complications of his future with them in it.
Thinks—
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aphantimes · 4 months
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ggghghhh begging for more people to play with how knuckles was named after the knuckles clan......
like do you understand the implications of that???? him being alone since birth and ending up going by the name of his ancestors as a collective??? he might be using their name bc he DIDN'T HAVE HIS OWN NAME!!! there wasn't anyone around to raise him or name him so he took the closest he could get AAAHHHHH
when i see this played with in fics i get so excited PLEASE PLAY WITH IT MORE IT'S SUCH AN INTERESTING LORE TIDBIT
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britcision · 11 months
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…… wait why the shit WOULD they autopsy Jason it’s not like there’s any fucking question of how he died
A building exploded and fell on him and was still on fire when Bruce showed up
Why would they put him under the knife
Like giving him the scar is aesthetic as shit and the angst potential fucks, but…. Autopsies are done for a reason, not just to anyone who dies ever
Why would Bruce take the broken and bruised body of his boy to go and be sliced up and poked before burial? He’s obsessive as hell but is that the official fanon explanation?
Now, trocar scars and embalming marks make total sense and should also be there but they are a little less classic
Drop your headcanons below if this is something you have considered I am fascinated
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