#oh i think he'd get super frustrated if something like that happened bc like i said. they're supposed to be as good as walking plushies

[ofallthingsnasty]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-KciIbk_oA&pp=ygUWcG9tZXJhbmlhbnMgdHVnIG9mIHdhcg%3D%3D

This is one of my new fav videos of two Pomeranian puppies playing tug of war and I just imagine basement wife having TWO purse dogs and they’re playing tug of war like that. She thinks it’s so cute and adorable until she realizes what they are trying to rip to shreds is one of Crocodile’s ties whoops 😬

(I love how the doggos in this video are literally just…potatoes with legs)

link to the video - oh goodness, that is so cute 😭💕

part one, two and three of basement wife and puppy, minors dni

Hold on, hold on - first we have to talk about the fact that he got you two puppies, not one? My, you must have been exceptionally good for him. Husband of the year award would probably go to Crocodile if it wasn't for the fact that you're with him against your will 😭

Two little dogs... How much they'd light up your drab life. Always playing with each other, chasing the other through the halls, vying for your attention. You could just watch them all day, even while they're napping. You'll probably try your best to put together toys/parkours with what you can get your hands on (but always careful not to damage anything, you put everything back into the proper place lest Crocodile catches you). Bracelets and heavy jewelry get re-purposed to drape them on your little poms, anything to tickle your brain and get a least a smile out of you. Whenever he's in particularly good humor, he leaves some treats around so you can train them (or at least try to, with how inconsistent it all is) - paw, spin, jump, and your favorite: kisses - they're pretty much all you have and you pour all of your love into them.

But you're not the only one getting bored - it's not like you can take them out for adventures, so your territory is also theirs. And a little dog explores that all too quickly, especially a sassy one like a pom. You'll find them going through cupboards you never knew they'd be able to reach, hiding under the sofa or sitting smack-dab in the middle of it, ruining the bed, fighting over your socks like they're made out of precious metals. It makes you a little sad to see them confined to the same hamster wheel that you are, but all you can do is let them have their fun and clean up after them. (Because when Crocodile catches on, he likes to punish both you and them by keeping you apart. The dogs, like you, are decoration, something to put a smile on his favorite possession's face, so they better not piss into some corner or tear apart the expensive cushions of his favorite chaise.)

So when you notice that the fabric they're fighting over is way too tight to be a sock - and worse yet, finely patterned in a way you recognize - you try to save the remnants, desperately telling your tiny pups to stop, stop, stop before their little teeth can tear the tie to shreds. But it's too late - it's already full of dog saliva and clearly chewed on at the edges, coupled with the distinct smell of animal, not your husband's favorite cologne.

He's not a man you want to hide this from (not to mention that you have no place to tuck it away, nothing truly belongs to you in this place), because he'll figure it out as soon as he'll search for that particular one some day. A punishment is inescapable - but would turn way worse if kept away from him. Disobedience and dishonesty are grave offenses to a man like Crocodile, offenses that might result in you losing your little companions if pushed too far. So you gasp and bear the bloody welts on your ass and the cock shoved down your throat out of frustration right afterwards - anything to make it up to him, anything to keep them.

#/crocodile #/one piece #tw.yandere #oh i think he'd get super frustrated if something like that happened bc like i said. they're supposed to be as good as walking plushies #and if you can't keep them in check... well... maybe they're more trouble than they're worth hm? #yandere one piece

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I know you're the Kyle expert, but I knew a guy who thought Stan would be an incel. Thoughts?

Hmmm. Idk, I've seen that float around and I don't really get it?? Like, I can sorta get it more than when people seriously say it about Kyle. Stan definitely seems to fall into more... Viewing girls sort of in that perhaps lightly internally sexist way than Kyle seems to, of having some sort of unintentional separation between boys and girls that makes him kind of view girls as very different types of people friendwise, if that makes sense. Like, say he was dating a guy- I don't think much would change in terms of the guy being an extremely close friend who's been elevated up an extra level to romantic. But Wendy isn't really like that. She's not Stan's friend outside of their relationship.

And okay, that's not to say Kyle is a bastion of anti sexism himself, ESPECIALLY noting earlier seasons, but Kyle doesn't really seem to act the same way Stan does when interacting with girls?? His early season sexism felt more innocent and childish, something he's definitely grown out of now. It was less built on this deep internalized toxic masculinity and more like the "eww cooties" ideas that happen a lot with young kids. Obviously division based on traits like sex is not good under any circumstance, but it doesn't seem to have carried on much in his modern view of girls. Nowadays Kyle just seems to view girls far more equally even when divided from them, and cares more about listening or hearing out where they're coming from and understanding their frustration with sexism, for example. While he doesn't really have many close female friends (and really none of the boys actually do besides Stan), his behavior doesn't really shift at all to trying to be gentlemen-y or something around women, denoting a very equal level view of them.

But, in Stan's defense, we see him interacting with the girls way more than Kyle, and I think him having dated Wendy, interacting with her friends, etc etc over the series gives us way more to work with in that area than we get to with the more or less far in between hints we're given with Kyle. One thing that I think may impact this for me is also kind of that the few times we HAVE seen Kyle's attraction to girls play out, putting aside Leslie bc oh boy was Kyle blindly simping there, he doesn't seem to be as quick to focus on like... I guess vaguely sexual aspects like the other boys, which leads to him just seeming to objectify women less (Not to say that being sexually attracted to someone is inherently objectifying, but there is more of an overlap with people who are drawn by looks and engagement in objectifying behavior).

And then there's how Kyle has reacted to being rejected, and I know the big one is Super Hard PCness that everyone likes to point out as Kyle being a "nice guy", but in actuality, he was extremely graceful in how their relationship ended, moreso than he needed to be with the horrible things Heidi said to him, and only flipped out after being bullied and teased and harassed by virtually the whole school, Cartman and Heidi especially. It was definitely not anger purely because he didn't get a girl he liked, it was anger that someone he'd trusted and tried to help so swiftly turned on him and humiliated him for no reason at all, that once again he was being put down by Cartman, and that everyone else treated him poorly as well, Stan included. There's also Rebecca who Kyle just... Kinda let go. Like, we don't really see much of his reaction but there's nothing to tell us Kyle was angry their relationship was broken off, so I'm counting it at least a little. There's Nichole too, who once again we don't really straight up see Kyle's reaction to her breaking up with him. But we do see how he treats her, how much he tries to find stuff they have in common to talk about, how his only anger of their relationship not working is Cartman's blatant racism and lies about him purposely made to sabotage any chances he does get with this girl that he likes. It's not anger towards whatever choice Nichole makes here, it's anger about Cartman's needless and morally egregious interference. I know this is a low bar to pass in whether a character is decent to women, but Kyle just repeatedly not behaving badly over his breakups is a big tell to me. So often we see male characters act like assholes just because a girl doesn't like them or a girl broke up with them or something. Even with Stan, in fact, we've seen this play out. I mean. He's pretty okay too but we did see him tell Wendy she was a bitch for dating someone else. This is from early seasons, that I wouldn't solely use as evidence Stan is a crazy sexist even now, but it plays a part in this conversation on whether or not you can more accurately call Stan Marsh the incel-ish one of the two.

Okay, but like. Why am I even talking so much about Kyle here when you're asking about Stan? Well, I honestly think that the duality of them as characters reinforces the ideas of what the other is like to the audience, and this leads into a LOT of the extremes the fandom will push them into (the fem/masc debate, the nerd/jock debate, etc etc) and likewise it does so here. When we see Kyle being kinda more normal around girls, even though it's rare we see him like that at all, it makes Stan seem all the more awkward when in reality, he kind of isn't that bad at all?? He's pretty normal with girls for a boy his age, though he could be a bit less of a dick sometimes. I do think he sometimes has this huge focus on looks, and that can be... Not great, but it's not to a horrible evil incel-ish degree by any means, and I'd argue for his age he's a pretty good guy to, say, Wendy- Not that he can't improve a LOT but Idk, his shittiness comes off more as "dumb little boy is sometimes a jerk to his friends" to me than "secretly hates and disrespects women".

But y'know, at the end of the day, Kyle and Stan are more alike than people think about many of these things, this being one of them. Whether or not Kyle or Stan are better with how they act to women is hard to say. I can see why people would be able to twist Kyle into being incel-ish even if I don't really personally think it's based accurately on the information we've been given. I can see even moreso how someone might be able to with Stan, and while I do think there's at least a bit more of a leg to stand on him having some issues with internalized sexism, I don't think it's accurate with the information we've been given either. Neither of them are really incel-ish to me.

Honestly, if they were dealing with the issue of not being able to find a partner, they'd probably mostly internalize it into self blame and feel bad about themselves but not really broadly blame other people. Stan might slump into a depression or put his focus elsewhere, Kyle, if wanting a partner badly enough (I don't think it's ever been his first priority and I doubt it ever will be) would make efforts to fix the problem by figuring out what's putting people off about himself and try to figure out how he can fix it rather than lashing out. (Also I already lightly touched on why I don't think Kyle would redo his actions in The List right here over not being able to get a girlfriend lol)

#devastatingly kyle has fallen into behavior that on the surface can be incel-ish looking if you don't read that deep into the show TWICE #which i think is also part of why he gets the incel/nice guy treatment from the fandom sometimes #though not too much so I think other ppl can agree Kyle just FEELS very normal around girls and i think that's bc he simply IS #even if ppl can't figure out exactly why he feels to them that way as a character #and then we have stan who rly hasn't fed into any surface level incel ideas but idk I've been seeing it a lot with him #it could be in part though just bc he shows so much attraction and interest in ppl he likes #he is so desperate about his love life sometimes that ig that can feel vaguely incel-y if ppl want it to be bad enough? #idk #sorry irambled about kyle so much it felt relevant #hope this all makes sense #also ty for calling me the kyle expertSDKFSDF aw #south park meta #me talking #ask #anon #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #have i made enough kyle defense meta posts about how he's not an incel to redeem myself from my incel kyle arc guys

[yuukei-yikes]

What would happen in an AU where Haruka's and Takane's abilities were swapped? They entered the daze at about the same time and they both had similar wishes. I don't think Takane would have a Konoha incident and Haruka would be more open with Shintaro (assuming that's who he ran into) but beyond that: ???. (You can assume shintaro ends up okay and focus just on Harutaka moments in this AU)

I'VE DRAWN THIS BEFORE its pretty old art but still funny (neet ayano was so fucking funny to me) i remember when i drew that i was thinking the way to swap haruka and takane's roles relies a lot on the daze messing up real bad in a hilarious way. bc haruka and takanes wishes ARE kinda similar, it kinda revolves around them being like I DONT WANNA BE FUCKING SICK!!!!!! like haruka in a body that can't sleep or eat is literally his worst nightmare but hey u wont die in this body lol!!! and takane wouldn't care particularly abt being super strong but maybe awakening can apply never sleeping or something. and like u said maybe takane wouldnt have a konoha incident... like, the reason haruka cant be in his body is bc his personality is too soft for awakening? so he's sorta rejected? but takane would have a strong personality for it right?? so yeah ig she'd be aware.

but aware takane with awakening eyes kinda misses the point to meee like things would be over so fast like that. takane with a super op power would get the fuck out of kenjirous house and go to shintaro and end up finding haruka anyway. and theyd reunite fast and theres no angst like that...where would be the fun in that. and that would be a huge pain in the ass for clearing, that would rly mess up its plans. so maybe it manages to do something to make takane take the backseat in her body and let awakening drive like it does in haruka's, that way we also get konoha!! tho ig in this au awakenings name would be ene right?? lol thats so weird. but yeah bro AWARE takane with awakening?? bitch would be unstoppable clearing would not be able to handle this 😭ok lets not get into the nitty gritties lollll sory everytime i get an ask i literally get so sidetracked im sorry OK UM SO lets go by awakening is driving takanes body hc bc thats more fun i also think ene haruka would be more honest to shintaro ?? but like again shit would be over so quick like that. shintaro would be like oh thank god not all 3 are dead haruka is right here. so maybe haruka doesnt say anything at first bc shintaro looks A MESS and hes like erm. ill tell him when he feels better :) *whole year goes by* but also they'd have a similar dynamic to ene and shintaro not bc haruka wants to annoy him on purpose but its by accident LOL hes also trying to get him out of the room and hes like HEY SHINTARO LETS BUY SOME SUNSCREEN COME ONNN COME ONNN and shintaros like GET OUT OF THE SCREENNNNNNNNN also haruka abt not finding any record of him and takane disappearing/existing he'd be like o shit. okay maybe i dont tell shintaro bc am i even real u told me to focus on harutaka and i didnt even talk abt it erm erm erm haruka would probably be obsessed with hanging out with takane and wouldnt do the WOW MR FAKE thing like ene did bc hes convinced takane must be there somewhere but he grows increasingly frustrated at awakening LOL

#ask tag #headcanons

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

16 is so Primeboys coded omg

oh, they’re all c!primeboys coded bc I made this list after getting frustrated that all the whumpy/angsty prompt lists were too /r coded and i wasn’t able to use any for c!prime. also the wittebanes.

(if u want some more super c!prime coded ones check out dialogue 1, 2, 9, 20, and 25, and other 5, 12, 14, 19, and 20)

Anyway… been thinking bout seer au a lot so here it is.

TW: Abuse, dehumanisation, kidnapping, isolation, blinding, mutilation, what's essentially glorified slavery in a fantasy context (mages are forced to work for the king in this case), possessive behaviour, manipulation, severe codependency, referenced torture, referenced restraints, gaslighting, and forced medication/drugging. Yeah, the Seer AU is a doozy.

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There were ways of telling people apart without sight- or Sight, for that matter- and ever since he'd been blinded, Tommy had gotten very good at them.

For example, Dream's strides were long and loud, and he tended to stay as close to Tommy as possible. It’s not like anyone else would be allowed to enter his chambers, of course. That'd have been a risk to the Kings property, after all. That’s all mages were, according to law, according to traditions. According to stupid bullshit, more like. But it was something Tommy could do to keep his mind sharp.

“Fuck off.” Tommy groaned, burying his face in the soft pillows.

“C'mon, Tommy, that’s no way to speak to your king.” Dream's voice was light, like this was still some kind of silly, joking situation. Like nothing was wrong.

“I'm not kidding around, prick. Leave me alone. Haven’t you already done enough?”

Dream sighed. “Tommy, are you having one of your moods again? I'm just here to bring you some food. Would you rather starve to death while you're healing?”

“Healing from you gouging my fucking eyes out.”

Dream paused. “I mean, yeah? I was helping you with your Sight. You didn’t want to wear the blindfold, so I thought that'd be more comfortable. Really, you should be thanking me.”

“You're unbelievable, man. Just, you’re so fucking… I don’t know.” It was how Dream always got- crueller than ever whenever he tried, ineptly, to be better, and then expecting some sort of reward for fucking Tommy's life up. It was as infuriating as it was painful.

It had happened after the enforcers dragged him away from his home on the street, with Tubbo, and Dream expected him to be all grateful for providing him with food and shelter even though he was a glorified- slave, really, no matter how much Dream pretended to be civilised. It had happened after he'd given Tommy a cane so he could walk when he fucked up his legs bad enough as a sick punishment for an escape attempt he couldn’t walk without one. It had happened a million more times than Tommy could name, and now it was happening after he took his fucking eyesight for his own selfish gain.

Tommy didn’t even fucking want his Sight. He never wanted to be a mage- the stories he heard, even dripped in propaganda, sickened him. Life in a gilded cage as the King's attack dog, never allowed to make a decision of their own and treated more like some sort of mythical animal than a person, sounded like a worse hell than the one he'd run from in the first place. At least Father never pretended to be anything but a cruel, drunken bastard mad that his favourite punching bag had died and taking it out on the child with her golden hair.

No, he was born with a gift that was more like a curse. The Sight hurt his head, dizzied his senses, and being forced into using it again and again by Dream until he passed out wasn’t exactly Tommy's idea of a good time. Neither was being dressed in fancy robes, having his hair scrubbed throughly with soaps that stung at his eyes and tied up painfully tight to be, essentially, shown off as a pretty tool in court, people oohing and aweing at his every movement while he was forced to do petty predictions for the entertainment of the rich fuckers who'd have kicked him while he was sleeping in alleyways, and now looked at him like some sort of show dog, pulling and prodding when they thought Dream wasn’t looking.

It was Tommy's own personal Hell.

The sound of Dream punching the wall in frustration didn’t even make Tommy flinch anymore. “It’s- I don’t fucking understand, Tommy! I give you a home, shelter, luxuries second only to myself. I give you the freedom to roam the grounds as you wish, and I spend hours each day talking to you, bearing my deepest secrets. I love you as if you were a brother of my own, not merely a servant useful to me, yet this is how you treat me?.”

Laughter bubbled in Tommy's chest and spilled out without meaning, harsh and bitter without any humour. “You love me? You love possessing me, you mean. You love having someone you can force to serve as your own personal spy. You love having someone to beat and torture on some made up punishment bullshit whenever you please. You love having something to show off to boost your own oversized ego. You love having someone you can make serve as your confidant, your own personal fucking therapist, because they have no way to tell anyone all your fucked up secrets. But me?” 

Tommy raised his arms in the air, in a way that probably looked incredibly awkward considering he was sitting propped up awkwardly in a bed too big for him, but he didn’t fucking care anymore. “You don’t care about me, do you? If you did, you’d let me go, let me see my friends, you wouldn’t literally lock me in chains and tear out my eyes, would you? No, what you care about is Tommy the seer, Tommy the punching bag, Tommy the emotional support prisoner. Not Tommy the person.” His voice had turned scratchy, like he was crying, but no tears came out. “But you’re right, I guess. You don’t treat me like a servant. You treat me like a slave. A pet. Anything but a human fucking being.”

An awkward silence descended on the room, and Tommy just felt too angry to even flinch away from the hit that was almost certainly coming, if not being dragged into one of the interrogation chambers again for more serious punishment. Instead, he felt annoyed, impatient, at Dream dragging out the certain punishment to come. Instead, though, Dream pulled him into a warm hug, and Tommy couldn’t help but lean into its comfort. It reminded him of Mama, in the scant few years he had with her, and fuck, at this point he'd take that no matter how much it hurt.

“Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy…” Dream's voice was infuriatingly calm. “You poor thing, so confused and angry. It’s my fault, really. I didn’t consider how it must seem to you, alone all your life and used to being used. No one ever cared about you until I did, right?”

“Shut up,” Tommy half-sobbed. “Shut up. You'll never be Mama, or Tubbo. You're like Father. I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

“No you don’t, do you? You’re just scared, and you must be in pain. I must have not given you enough medicine this morning.” Dream absently ruffled a hand through his hair, and Tommy bit his tongue and pretended it was Mama. “You'll feel better soon, and it’ll all go back to normal, I promise.”

“I don’t want it to.” Tommy's voice was barely even audible at that point, so rough and tired. He didn’t want to continue to exist in this tailor-made torment, and he didn’t want to keep playing happy families with the man who ruined his life, and he especially didn’t want to take any more of the sickeningly sweet medicine Dream made him take, even though it made the burning in his eyes die down. It made his head so fuzzy and wrong, like his thoughts were all flooded by swamp water and he couldn’t understand anything and he hated it. “I'd rather die.”

“Oh,” Dream's voice had slipped into that inappropriately playful tone that sent shivers up Tommy's spine again, “You're far too valuable alive to me to have that choice.”

#My writing #whump #dream smp #primeboys (derogatory) #seer au #tw abuse #tw dehumanisation #tw kidnapping #tw isolation #tw blinding #tw mutilation #tw possessive behaviour #tw manipulation #tw codependency #tw referenced torture #tw referenced restraints #Tw gaslighting #tw forced medication

[aetherarf]

Hiii, I wanted to say I love your writings! I specially liked the scara x chubby reader ones even though I'm not even chubby lol, they were really cute <3;;

I... don't know if i can request anything right now but if I can, would it be too much trouble something about scara with a tall fem s/o who's insecure about it? Like worrying he'd rather be with a cuter, smaller girl rather than herself? I feel kinda frustrated bcs most people write reader inserts where the reader, especially when written as female, is super small which kinda hurts when you're insecure about being tall lol anyways it's completely okay if you don't want to do it btw! Have a nice day!

I'm glad you enjoyed them, and of course you can request! Requests are open as long as my blog says as much. It just takes me a little time to get to them, you know? And sure!

I understand the struggle, I'm strictly average height and I'm not exactly chubby... I'm just extremely muscular [I'm Enby]. I look soft and round [muscle is squishy when not in use!] and then I can carry people who weigh more than me, and i weigh 285lbs/130kg, which... you know, people get set off by. So, I get it! I just hope you can enjoy some other prompts too, I try to avoid talking about the reader's features or heights... but without further ado, tall!reader x scara!

[[ Tall!Fem!Reader; Summary: Scaramouche isn't exactly the tallest man, and beside you, he seems utterly petite... wouldn't he be happier with someone his own size? Oh, no, he wouldn't, and he's going to make sure you know that.

Word Count: 1'221 ]]

It was hard not to notice. Scaramouche was a small man, he was petite even among Inazumans. You? You were quite tall, definitely more than him, and the height difference made it all the more noticable, all the more dramatic.

More than once had Scaramouche silenced the Fatui recruits who decided to be too wordy, but you didn't have that authority, or audacity, to bark them down into place, so when he was not beside you, which was often, any who knew of your union would comment on it.

It didn't help that he seemed to be hateful of his own size, a taboo among even Fatui Harbingers to speak of it, for if they did, he hissed and snarled and puffed up like an angry cat.

Endearing, but it hurt a little.

He noticed, too. A few times, he'd try to wrap an arm around you, but it didn't quite work, since he could, at best, get it around your waist, he was far too small to sling it over your shoulders. Then, he had taken to grabbing your hand, your arm around himself... Endearing, how he would relish in your touch, demanding it.

It had hit a rough point, when you wanted to buy a cute dress... He loved it when you wore a dress, his hand always wanting to rest on your knee, trailing up your thigh if there weren't others to see, and he even gave you a small fortune to spoil yourself.

But they were all far too tight and small or just flat out awkward fitting, they weren't made for someone of your size. You couldn't even do this little thing for Scara, the thing he adored, just because of your size. The logical part of your mind knows it's not your fault, you couldn't help it...

But as you see a smaller woman, wearing a dress and twirling in it, a dress you'd adore wearing but couldn't find a fitting size...

You had a sinking feeling, your heart crashing into your stomach, and you had to leave immediately, trying to keep your head down as to not have anyone stop you, and ask "Are you okay?"

The honest answer would have been "I don't know."

You got home, and you walked in, all but slamming the door behind you to vent out some of the ... Emotion, emotion was the only word you could think, that currently crushed your heart and twisted it into cruel knots.

You were going to scream out your anger, extremely thankful for the disturbingly good soundproofing in the walls, cry out your sadness, and then just hide from the world, eating, drinking, sleeping, reading... Anything just to get it all out.

He wasn't supposed to be back for a few hours, and he had seen you on your worse days... He was rough, but when you needed him to be sweet, he treated you like royalty. Even when you looked like a mess it didn't stop this sweetness.

This made you want to scream again, knowing you can't even do what makes him happy, worst still, something most women could.

...

He came back earlier than expected. You got most of it out, your face puffy and eyes red and sore... You were tired, but you wanted to stay up to cuddle him, he loved cuddling, and you didn't want to take that from him, too.

That made you whimper, cry just a little more. Maybe you weren't over it yet.

But Scaramouche could hear shockingly well, and on the door, he knocked gently, and peeked in... When he saw you were just sitting there, he opened the door more. You could see his face, full of concern,

"Are you okay?" He asked, and you sighed.

"Just a rough day," that wasn't entirely a lie, but he walked over, looking over your face.

"You've been crying."

"... I have."

For a moment, he examines your appearance, and sat down next to you.

"Is this something I can fix?"

He always tried to fix it--and this was his, odd way, of asking what happened.

"No," you said, dismissively. "Things happen."

"But you're not telling me what happened," he said, with an edge on his voice...

You sigh.

"I'm just thinking about things I can't control, things being... hard, it's nothing worth fussing over."

"It's you, it's everything worth fussing over!" He huffed, sitting up on his knees to look at you more directly. "Is it about me? Did I... do something wrong?"

"No, no, it wasn't you-" You couldn't handle that look he gave you, that made him look like a scared little kitten... "Don't worry about it."

"I'm going to assume things," Scaramouche said, "And you're not telling me. Did you do something? Did you..."

"No, fine..." He was so incessant, "I just... I'm taller than you."

He stared at you blankly for a moment, "And?"

"Wouldn't you be happier with someone that... doesn't make you look like a pocket-sized kitten? Someone that you can actually easily hug, and you could kiss without dragging them down to your level?" You asked, your voice choking through all of it, "I... I wanted to buy I dress, you love it when I wear a dress, but... I couldn't find one that wouldn't look weird. I can't even do that for you... wouldn't you prefer someone else?"

When you said that... Scaramouche's pupils went small, his entire face darkening--it wouldn't be amiss if a shadow covered his eyes.

"Who put that idea in your head?" He asked, almost dazed, with a wild form of insanity you had seen only rarely.

"No-No one, Scara, don't look at me like that."

"There must be someone," He declared, "I'll kill them. I'll skin them alive. I'll rip out their tongue so they could never mislead you ever-"

"Scara," You said, a little more sternly, "It's-It's... It's just, how everyone looks at us, and... Wouldn't you? Be happier with someone smaller?"

Scaramouche shook his head, "No, because they wouldn't be you. I don't like it when Tartaglia puts his elbow on my head, but I like it when you hold me," he grabbed your arm, wrapping it around him how he always did, "And knowing you could catch me if I fall," He moved closer, resting his head on you, "And knowing you're right next to me, and that you won't break."

He pulled away just a little bit, "Fine, you're taller than me, but I don't care. Not when it's you. Because you're... you."

You couldn't help but sniffle, smiling as you felt your tears well up, and you could see the panic on his face, "Did-Did I say something wrong?"

"No, it's..." You smiled, lips quivering, "I love you."

Scaramouche stood on his knees, leaning towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheeks, then your lips, "... love you too," he muttered, all flustered.

"It's just a shame," you sighed, "I still wanted to get a dress..."

"Oh, is that an issue? I know a good seamstress. We can commission as many dresses as you want."

"As you want, you're the one always feeling me up when I wear one."

"... Your thighs are soft."

You couldn't help but laugh aloud at his sweet silliness, he gently punching your shoulder in irritance, huffing and pouting.

"Well, that sounds nice."

#genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #tall reader #fluff #fluffy bark #bark writes #// do i have other tags #request #// i rlly liked writing this one