#scara is struggling a little but he’s learning!!

[dinodiiya]

i love the hc that he sewed the doll for the boy <3

#genshin impact #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #the balladeer #genshin fanart #fanart #scara #i’m going insane over how cute he looks in this outfit #he is so PRECIOUS #scara is struggling a little but he’s learning!!

[torntoblivion]

scaramouche having a soft spot for you

warning: mentions of an eating disorder

imagine scaramouche having a soft spot for you and you only. the balladeer isn't a pleasant person to be around at all, ask anyone about him and a great majority would only say negative things about him.

scaramouche is a cruel man, he has a sharp tongue and would never hesitate to do anything to achieve his goals. he couldn't care less about mortals.

you're the exception of course.

it was not easy to break down scaramouche's walls and make your way into his heart, once you did scaramouche is a completely different person when it comes to you.

he wouldn't even think about being harsh to you, the last thing he wants is to lose someone who loves him for who he is. he controls his temper around you, treats you with utmost respect and is incredibly protective of you.

he can be a little overbearing sometimes, he has lost so many in his life and his biggest fear is losing you. with time, he learns to chill out a little though.

scara will make sure that you've eaten, drunk water, rested well and etc. if he finds out that you haven't been taking care of yourself, and he will, he's gonna nag you a little but will literally spoon feed you if he has to.

this might be me projecting a little but if you're struggling with eating, scaramouche will not complain instead he will be very understanding. of course, he won't force you to eat but he will not rest until you've eaten enough.

scaramouche is very gentle when he's touching you, he treats you like glass as if one wrong touch and you'll break. in the beginning, he's hyperaware of his touches due to mortals being fragile compared to him but he relaxes as time passes.

scara's touches feel like an angel's touch, he has soft yet cold hands and he likes the way you shiver when he touches your warm skin. he particularly enjoys holding your hand, sometimes he plays with your fingers when he's bored or stressed.

scara believed that he despised physical contact until he met you, he adores it when you play with his hair, it's very comforting to him and there is a high chance that he will fall asleep after a while.

scara does not realize it but his voice turns much softer when he's talking to you, his usually sharp tone morphs into a calm tone almost insantly. he will most likely deny that though.

nothing else matters, nobody else matters as long as scaramouche has you. he believes that you're an angel he doesn't deserve but he will cherish you for the rest of eternity.

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[fatuifucker]

make a wish

soft dom scaramouche x sub kitsune familiar! fem-bodied reader (they/them pronouns used but gendered-terms such as "vixen", "cumslut" are also used + mention of breasts)

SUMMARY = "then for my birthday wish, can we have sex over and over again until we tire out?”

WARNINGS = smut, penetration (reader receiving), use of the word “cunt”, spitting, collar, belly bulge, breeding (with no threat of pregnancy because mans a puppet), mating press, dacryphilia, sharing a strawberry through a kiss, rough scara who spoils you with praise so you can make happy fox noises, slight degradation (cumsleeve, cumslut, etc), spoilers for inazuma archon quest, scara calls reader "vixen" and other fox-related terms, reader calls scara "master"

W/C = 1.5K

A/N = aaah honestly, i’m not the most satisfied with this but i was on a time crunch and i struggled with getting the perfect idea

tags = @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @urcatbf, @nejibot, @midnxght-sweet-time, @honeyjetcoaster, @ventriloquistz

Moonlight seeps through the curtains, casting a brilliant light onto the pair. Inseparable, they've always been. Lips connected, sucking on a little red fruit as teeth bite into its flesh, spurting out its sour-sweet nectar into your mouths.

Wet. Passionate. Divine.

Words that all describe the sensations and emotions that surge through your blood. It’s lewd. Terribly so. And it feels right. Scaramouche's hand cusps your breast, feeling your racing pulse as he kneads the mound, while his other hand toys with your pussy. He parts from you to allow you to breathe — catching the sight of your adorable expression with those half-lidded eyes and stuck out tongue dyed with red — before clashing his lips with your once again.

With the strawberry long gone — dissipated into shreds that were swallowed through the tussle, he sucks on your tongue instead, smiling into the kiss as you keen your hips against his fingers. It feels right for your tongues to be intertwined like this, to be able to feel this shared passion and bliss. It makes him wonder if the two of you have been joined by the red string of fate that binds soulmates as one in those Liyuen novels you describe (such a boring pastime, he thinks, but your love for mundane, human things despite being an immortal yourself is another thing he finds adorable about you).

He swallows the noise you make, parting away when he feels fluid wetting his whole hand. His hand grabs your jaw, squeezing it just slightly to tell you to keep your mouth open, before he gathers his saliva in his mouth and spits on your tongue, making your pussy throb. Scaramouche watches your throat bob as you swallow before his electrifying eyes returns to your solicitous, half-lidded gaze.

"That was the most delicious strawberry I have ever tasted."

"Only the freshest. Specially imported from Fontaine, just for the occasion," he says with a boastful tone. "You should be grateful."

You giggle, the sound a euphonious melody he could never tire of hearing. "My beloved Master spends hours tirelessly learning how to bake my favourite strawberry shortcake for my birthday, hosts a banquet with all my favourite foods and is spoiling me in bed. How could I not be grateful?" You trail your hand up to the collar around your neck, tapping on the bell attached to it. "And this. This collar makes me feel like I'm yours."

"You have always been mine, my little fox." Scaramouche flutters his eyelashes against your cheek, looking at you with fondness that is uncharacteristic of the 6th Fatui Harbinger. "I'll give you everything and more. Surely, you have a wish you want me to grant on your birthday, don't you?"

A wish?

You think for a moment before answering with the first thing that came to mind, “Then for my birthday wish, can we have sex over and over again until we tire out?"

Scaramouche blinks before erupting into a cackle. “Fucking seriously? Ha, should have expected it from a vixen like you." He grasps onto his shorts, pulling them down low enough to take out his hardened cock. "I'll do it how you like it. I'll be gentle with you…verbally. But I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy up. I'm going to screw you like you're my obedient cumslut whose only purpose is to be their harbinger's useless cocksleeve. But I'll tell you how much I love you, how perfect you are and how I adore everything about you like you're my spouse. I'll whisper sweet nothings and praises into your ear all while I fuck up this little hole. Because that's how you like it, right?"

Scaramouche rubs his tip against your entrance, not pushing it any more than that. He smiles at you — a deceptive, saccharine smile — as he awaits your response.

You swallow as you shift your gaze away from him. "Yes. I want it like that, Master."

"Good fox," the Balladeer purrs, shoving his entire cock inside you with one thrust.

You squeak as he starts pounding into you, not giving you time to adjust to his inhuman length. Then again, your cunt is so wet and sloppy that it doesn't matter. Not to mention you've done this for hundreds of times that you've gotten used to it. Still, you can't help but stare as Scaramouche moves inside you, an imprint of his cock forming on your belly every time he does so. He presses against that spot as he whispers into your ear. “Needy pathetic little slut. Are you so addicted to me that everyday, you can’t stop thinking about my cock even when you’re supposed to be working? Everyday asking me to have sex with you, even during my harbinger meetings. Have you no shame, little vixen?”

Then again, he isn’t any different. In the walls of your shared bedroom, he isn’t Scaramouche, the Balladeer, the 6th Fatui Harbinger who brings terror and fright to anyone, whether they are his enemies or his very own subodinates. When he’s alone with you, he’s just Kunikuzushi. The discarded doll who you swore your life, sword and soul to aeons ago— no, he’s more than that.

He’s Kunikuzushi, the dysfunctional puppet who was the only being to ever risk his life to save you when others watched you rot in that barren, empty dump for decades. He is the man who would bring calamity to Celestia if they ever dare to lay a hand on you. He is the man who orders you to bow before him on his throne, just so that he can run his fingers through your hair with the gentleness of a feather and whisper those three words that make you think ‘I don’t regret following you to the ends of Teyvat.’

“P-pet me, please…” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want to be held."

"Mmm so honest," Scaramouche chuckles, pulling up your top and bra to spit in between the valley of your breasts. "You're so devoted to me that it's adorable. It's endearing, really. The way you're so stern and domineering in front of the other harbingers and everyone else. Yet, you allow yourself to melt in my arms and give in to depravity. It makes me want to spoil you more."

You feel Scaramouche caressing your cheek, his succulent lips nipping at your ears. You couldn't help but slip out a few mewls and pleased fox-like sounds as he continues his ministrations, all while he screws up your soaked cunt. He feels it tighten around him everytime he moves, enveloping with that heat that makes him feel delirious. He is addicted to you as much as you are addicted to him.

Every sound you make — whether it be your innocent laughter, your piercing cold demands directed at the recruits, every moan of his name, every smile, everything, just everything.

He takes pride in the way you scream whenever he enters you. He wants to stretch you to your limit whenever you mutter that he's too big. He wants to break you, only because you love it, and he would do anything you ask.

"Fuck, you…gh–" he pants, speeding up his thrusts. "You always feel so tight around me. So fucking wet and hot. Fuck, I…" I don't deserve you. "I'll give everything to you. I'll fill you up with my seed. You fucking want that, right?"

"Yes! Please, please, please—!"

You're sobbing as he grabs onto your plush thighs, pressing them to your chest. He feels you so intimately just as you feel him. He feels himself getting drunk at the sensation of your pussy swallowing his cock, and he knows by that smitten look in your eyes that you feel the same. Neither of you had any experience in carnal matters other than with each other. But he knows that nobody would be able to make him feel as good as you. Nobody would make him feel like he is anything but a discarded puppet. Nobody…

"Kuni! Kuni, I love you!"

would make him more loved than you.

"...I love you too." Scaramouche collides his lips with yours, taking advantage of your opened mouth to slip his tongue in. "Mm…love you so…fucking much."

He spills his warm seed inside, painting your insides white. Pleased, you mewl into his mouth before creaming all over his cock, squeezing his throbbing shaft and milking it for all it's worth. Scaramouche pulls out of you, letting you recover for a few seconds as he watches his cum drip out of your pussy. He gathers some of it and smears it all over your labia, marvelling at the obscene sight as you squirm.

"What? Don't tell me you're tired already." Scaramouche scoffs.

"No," you mumble, puffing out your cheeks. "That's insulting to a kitsune. You know we're creatures of charm and intellect. I have more than enough stamina to top you."

Scaramouche raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. "You think you can do it?"

"I'll ride you until you see stars, pretty boy," you giggle.

"Fine, get on top then."

Eagerly, you push Scaramouche to the bed, already stroking his cock as you leave marks all over his body.

"(Name)."

"Hm?" You look up at the doll, pausing your motions momentarily.

"...Nothing just," He brings your chin up to his face, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "happy birthday."

#genshin impact x reader smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin scaramouche smut #scaramouche smut

[cybersp4c3]

Tw; manipulation, non-con, implied gangbang, shibari, cum eating, badly written porn

You and Scaramouche have been frequenting a local dungeon for about a month in order to learn shibari. Although Scara agreed to be tied up, he was always clothed, and you two hadn’t had sex yet (as unfortunate as that sounds). Yet you respected his boundaries and he started to fall for you. You who would always make sure he was comfortable, you who would always tease him about how cute he looked on his knees for you. So when you suggested that the two of you head back to your place in order to try out a suspension rig you had gotten, Scara didn’t think twice before agreeing.

By the time you got back to your place, he was starting to feel nervous. But you assured him, everything would be fine (for you at least) and lead him down to your basement where you said you installed your rig. Naive little Scara follows you without question, and doesn’t even hear you lock the door. Nor does he disobey when you ask him to strip down to his cute, pink underwear. ‘What a slut’ you think, ‘he didn’t even wear a bra’.

You bring out his favorite red rope that was sure to leave marks on his body and began tying him up. With his hands tied behind his back, a neat chest harness, and his legs in a frog tie, he really did look so cute (and so so breedable). Finally, you used the rig to lift him up, he looked so content and blissful from being strung up. How cute~

But something was still missing. You quietly took a pair of scissors and walked around towards his legs. Scara tried to look behind him to see what you were doing, but before he could get a good look at you, you were cutting off his underwear! “Hey! What are you doing? I still need those for when I leave!”

Oh…OH! Hahaha, the little slut really thought that he was leaving?! You smirk as you kneel down to where you can directly face his dripping pussy. It’s so cute how turned on he is, just from you tying him up. He looks…delicious. So you eat him out, after all, tying someone up does work up an appetite~ Scara tries to struggle in his bindings, but unfortunately for him, you’ve had more than enough time to practice. At one point, he stops struggling against you, and tries to buck his hips closer to your tongue. So needy, but who are you to complain when such a cute pussy is just begging you to fuck it? Finally, he comes with a cute squeal and practically squirts onto your face.

“Mmm, delicious. Perhaps I should give you a reward for giving me such a good treat?” You say as you stand and walk over to Scara’s panting face. You take off your pants and shirt before directing Scara’s face to your hard cock. “Suck”.

And he does so without complaint (not that he could with your cock fucking his throat). Though that doesn’t stop him from trying to beg with his eyes, but the reality is, he only looks so much cuter! It makes you want to fuck him rougher, but you suppress those urges, after all, you have all the time in the world to break this puppet of yours. You feel yourself getting close, so you push his head as close to your pelvis as you can before cumming deep down his throat. There’s so much cum that it starts to spill out the corner of his mouth and his eyes start to roll into the back of his head. You finally pull out and lift his head by his hair before snapping a quick photo of his fucked out face. You let go of him and walk behind him, doing something on your phone before you set it down and start to line up your cock with his hole. Scara snaps out of his daze and tries to tell you to ‘stop! He doesn’t want this’! But honestly, you’ve been accommodating his needs so much, it’s time he paid you back with his slutty little body.

You chuckle as you inch your cock inside his tight pussy all while he wails and cries about how it’s too big! It’ll kill him! It can’t fit! “Oh darling, of course it’ll fit! I’ll make sure of it.” You whisper to him before shoving the rest of your cock inside of him. He practically screams as he comes just from being penetrated, and he doesn’t stop when you start to fuck him. Honestly, he’s so cute whining and begging, but so loud too. So you maneuver your hand to place two fingers in his mouth as you fuck him from behind. The little whore starts to moan around your fingers, coating them with spit. You keep fucking him and filling his pussy with your cum until you faintly hear the sound of your door bell ringing.

“Ah finally, it sounds like my friends are here. Now don’t worry, I’ll be right back, and then we’ll fuck you until we are satisfied, does that sound good my doll?” You ask, though Scara is so cock drunk that he can’t even comprehend what your trying to say. Oh well, he’ll understand once they come down and force him to take their cocks.

Sorry if this was too long, this idea has been in my mind for days but it’s so hard to write boypussy porn when family comes over.

-🌟

GOOD GOD YOUR WRITING AND IDEAS ARE SO SMART

Scara being oblivious is so silly he doesn’t even know you’re about to fuck his little holes

[dawndelion-winery]

Love Me

Scaramouche × GN! Reader

Warning: Angst

It's not you; it could never be you. The problem has always been him since the very beginning. He kept pushing you away, acting cold and getting argumentative, saying the most hurtful things so long as it meant he "won".

But what did he win?

He sees the way you interact with others, he loves how brightly you smile. But he hates how it's never the same for him. Why couldn't it be him? He couldn't help but feel there was something he was missing, maybe something he had overlooked along the way. It scared him more than he'd like to admit; the constant worry that one day you'd hit your breaking point and leave, deeming his fickle affection insufficient for you.

He was left to wallow in his own inadequacy as he saw how easily everyone else did it, trust seeming to come naturally to them as though they had never had the worry of being stabbed in the back. Scara wanted to love you, truly, as wholly as you said you loved him, but the more he heard from you, the less he believed it. He couldn't even love himself, so how was he supposed to see everything you claimed to see in him? All this while, he'd only barely held himself together, his cocky facade paper thin over the turmoil that swept around in him like a raging storm.

It was always the little things you did too. "I'm such a mess for you," you'd scribbled in the note attached to the flowers you'd gotten him. It was like you were running laps around his heart as he struggled to keep up, dying to forget the past if only it'd mean he could be happy with you. And he hoped you'd wait - he'd pray if he had to, even if it was to Beelzebul. Did the little gestures mean as much to you as they did to him? Did you pause to look at the flowers, letting the gentle fragrance surround you as you thought of him? Would you be as touched if he'd done the same for you?

And so he did. Only his gift hadn't been a passing thought that had reminded him of you. Having heard you mention in passing how you'd been craving some homemade dish from Mondstadt, he'd made the trip, eager to do something to prove to you that he did indeed care. He'd show you by learning as much as he could to prepare a feast for you.

Though it would seem his ambitions were a tad too ambitious. He had departed without a word, not thinking of how you'd perceive his actions. Thus, upon his return, he was met by an empty house once more, and yet another note - this time accompanied by a lone sakura bloom - that read: "I only ever wanted to love you, and I'm sorry that I can't."

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#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #Scara #Scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #winery specials

[stainedglassthreads]

I think one of the big reasons Genshin NPCs are perceived as so much more interesting than Genshin playable characters is... they’re ALLOWED to grow and change in radical ways. 

Ruu has an arc about realizing he’s dead, about finding peace and bringing it to Kapatcir, and then finally moving on. Zhiqiong struggles with her mundanity, her mortality, recklessly pushing its body far beyond its limits in a bid to be remembered. Jeht is lively and curious and friendly and gets quickly attached to Benben, but also struggles with her father’s past and the place she belongs. Neko sits idylly on her island, waiting for the day Hibiki, who died hundreds of years ago, will return to her. Gendou Ringo has a great hidden quest about being a Fatui Spy but wanting to live a normal life as a shrine maiden, being helped by a begrudging Momoyo, and there’s also Katarina and the Company of Fatui, hell, Enjou. 

They’re allowed to have full, lengthy arcs and to radically change their life situations. Gendou Ringo defects from the Fatui and becomes a Shrine Maiden. Katarina and Zhiqiong vanish and may be dead. The Company’s fate is uncertain, but not optimistic. Rana goes off adventuring with a Vision and Arana. Enjou reveals himself as part of the Abyss Order, Ruu leaves the world... 

I think the reason why the NPCs tend to be more interesting is because they’re allowed to have complete arcs. They’re allowed to be ‘retired’, to go off somewhere where the Traveller cannot follow. While the playables are all stuck in just... a limbo. Sometimes their development is tied to Archon Quests or Character quests, but only two out of the 64 playable characters (not counting the Traveller) get sequels to their character quests. And of those two, only Ei gets to make significant character development in her sequel. 

Amber, Kaeya, Diluc, Razor, Xinqiu, Lisa, Mona, Jean. They were some of the first characters to get Character Quests. Do they get sequels? Do they change radically and make life-altering decisions? No. Have we learned what Childe is doing, if he no longer remembers Scara to track him down? No. They’re all generally in the same places we left  them. With the same significant relationships. They appear in Events, and those Events can pair them up with characters we don’t usually meet for fun dynamics, or reveal previously unknown past info like Razor’s parents or Kaeya and Diluc’s letters. But the Rifthounds in Wolvendom don’t get followed up on, Kaeya and Diluc retain generally the same relationship. These things are interesting, but ultimately treated as skippable and will be summarized in the main quests. 

It’s not just that all the playable characters have to be considered ‘marketable’. They have to believably be in a place where the Traveller can ‘reach’ them, so they can still be rolled or show up in events. 

Take Dain and Scara, for example. Scara spent a long stint as an unplayable character. Dain still isn’t playable. Scara quickly won a lot of fans’ hearts, not just because he was allowed to act like something of a bastard, but before he became playable he showed up in four different regions for varying reasons. Then what’s the final thing Scara does before he officially becomes ‘playable’? Establish that he’s staying with Nahida now, allowing the Traveller a place to conveniently find him in future Archon Quests, and possibly a reason to show up in Sumeru-based temporary events. Likewise, Dain exclusively shows up for Archon Interludes, appearing and disappearing across the continent, being the one to seek out the Traveller, rather than allowing us to find him. Before becoming playable, both Scara and Dain are allowed to have their own quests, goals, and adventures separate from the Traveller, but upon being made playable Scara’s development is made to scale with the Traveller’s journey and progress. 

This is a little rambly and disorganized I expect, and I’m sure it’s not the only reason, but I think it’s a possible theory about why it’s like that. If the writers felt they were allowed to, say, have Thoma pack up and return to Mondstadt, that would be breaking the status quo, because he may not make it back for the next Irodori festival. If Razor decides it’s time to leave his Lupical and journey to track down the Abyss Order, that would be breaking the status quo, because now he can’t be there for Windblume. 

And boy do gacha games struggle with character development and the status quo. 

#genshin impact #genshin impact thoughts #genshin rambles

[genshin-men-writer]

Asexual spectrum headcanons!! Because why not!!

Here's a list of characters that I see either as asexual or under the ace umbrella! With little to no explanation.(because I struggle with words) You don't have to agree with me. It's just my opinion. NOW FOR THE HEADCANONS!!

Albedo- aroace. He's never had a sexual or romantic in his life.

Scara- Demiromatic/Demisexual Scara still learning how he feels but I will like he would be Demi. Not many people are close to him so it makes sense.

Zhongli- Demiromatic/Pansexual I feel like after the passing of his wife, he's more closed off to having romantic feelings for someone. Also being immortal too, he knows he will most likely out live his partner.

Razor- Asexual I don't have to explain this.

Collei- Asexual This bean has never had a sexual feeling in her life, but she's a hopeless romantic.

Al Haitham- Asexual/Demiromantic

He's not against the idea, but he wouldn't feel anything for you for a long time.

Tighnari- Demiromantic/Demisexual

Because I main him, and he told me.

Xiao- Asexual/Demiromantic

I won't explain this one

Shenhe- Graysexual

I'm sure she's felt maybe sexual attraction maybe twice in her life so far and each time, she thinks something is wrong with her and gets embarrassed. Then someone has to explain "No honey, that's the horny."

Gorou- Demiromantic

Because...he told me.

Dottore- Aromantic Do...I have to explain this one to you guys...

Let me switch one I should do next!

#asexual #genshin writing #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #demo headcanons #aroace #aromantic asexual #demisexual #general gorou #gorou #il dottore #zhongli hcs #zhongli #tighnari #collei #razor genshin #scaramouche #albedo #shenhe #Xiao #al haitham

[glazelilyy]

green thumb

request from anon - "requests for dendro!reader and scara? aaaa maybe a small scenario/set of hcs or something, where the reader teaches scara how to be patient with plants n stuff? gardening? maybe they guide his hands with theirs when he’s being a little… aggressive? something to do with the nurture of plants, maybe?"

a/n - gugughgh this is the cutest thing ever oh my godhggbfk i'm MELTING /pos !!! you got it nonnie, one gardening post coming right up! :D

S/O IS THE DENDRO ARCHON VOL 2 (KAEYA, SCARAMOUCHE, AND DAINSLEIF) (would help for context if you’ve read scaramouche's part in this before reading this drabble!)

pairing - scaramouche x DENDRO ARCHON!gender neutral reader

word count - 2014

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + drabble

warnings - skinship, established relationships, spoilers for scaramouche's identity (found in the 2.1 archon quest), not beta read! (might be some editing errors)

summary - in an attempt to further his bond with you, scaramouche takes it upon himself to learn the art of caring for flowers

"gentle" isn't exactly a word that scaramouche would describe himself with

he didn't concern himself with keeping up appearances that didn't paint him as a terrifying force to be reckoned with

after all: he's the sixth harbinger, and a harbinger who appears weak loses their authority and power

but there's a slight exception: you

all he really had to do was let his lithe fingers brush against the cool crystal of the gem that clung to his earlobe and he'd be red in the face and soft in the eyes

not even factoring in that your touch drove him to the brink of insanity and back

and though you've shown him nothing but beautiful blue skies and lingering morning touches bathed in sweet honey, he can't help but feel like he hasn't done very much for you

it's always him who stumbles in at precarious hours, all bloodied and bruised and asks you to heal him with you vision

and it's you who takes initiative to touch and hold him; to form beautiful flowers from your hands and weave them through his locks

compared to him you were softer than the delicate petals of a rose and somehow seemed to read him like an open book

though he'd never admit to the insecurities that ate him up alive at night when he's tangled up in your arms, he still resolves himself to try and do something for you

because though he struggles to show it: he really does love you more than anything else in this wretched world

continued utc!

you adored your flowers; adored the sweet smell of roses in their brightest bloom and little daffodils that begun to sprout from the green grass of the estate's land. on days that he was able to return home to your arms, he'd usually watch from afar as you tended to your ever-growing field of flowers and timbering trees that you had sprouted from the ground with careful hands and attentive eyes shrouded in a mossy hue.

scaramouche had never truly known what beauty and mysticality were until he laid eyes upon you in your craft; threads and spools of vines crawling up from the ground to weave around your arms and nestle at your shoulders where fluffy, snow-white birds sat chirping cheerfully away at your ears. divinity was scorned and scorched in his eyes; the picture of malice yet you were no gentler than the roll of ocean waves at the crack of dawn.

and it was that picture—your stunning visage bathed in the glow of nature that made his heart pound and throb against his chest.

if only being close to nature made him feel the same way that you do.

"these cursed," he scowled as he threw the cloth satchel of seeds to the ground, "wretched-" this time, the gardening trowel was flung to the earth, "ridiculous plants!"

the small bed of dirt he had dug up in the backyard was perfect in every sense except for the practical sense—practical being that the grown tulips he'd bought were accidentally ripped by the stem from their roots and now useless (since no one had informed him that yes, the roots are crucial). the soil he'd bought from a wandering merchant seemed rancid and unusable, the ferns delivered from natlan had wilted by the time they reached inazuma, and the rose seeds he bought had troublesome caring instructions that would put even a fontanian engineer to shame.

despite wanting to produce something of note for you, who could grow an entire field of flowers with a wave of your hand, it seems he failed in his task and that fact alone made his blood boil.

"darling? what are you doing?"

he whipped his head around to find you standing with a curious look on your face, arms crossed over the span of your chest as you tried to peer at the work he had done in the yard with a smile on your face.

"nothing, i am doing absolutely nothing." he grumbled and rose from the ground to face you with a scowl, "shouldn't you be out right now? or did you finally get tired of that puny, little town?"

"now, now," your hand rose to tenderly smooth back the frazzled strands of hair that fell in his face, "don't talk so rudely about the people, my love. i simply got what i needed in town and returned home early. though, this is quite the surprise. haven't you said before that gardening is a task far below a harbinger?"

"i've said many things before." he mumbled as he drew you close and pressed a kiss to the gem that hung from your ear, letting his fingers skim just over the shell of your ear.

"that you have. well, are you going to explain to me what you're doing, or will you continue glaring at my poor trowel?" you giggled and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

he chewed the inside of his cheek and cast his eyes to the side, unable to meet your gaze. how low he's sunken—one of the most feared harbingers now a bumbling fool in love who couldn't admit to his defeated feat before you.

"love? what's happened?" your thumb brushed airily beneath his eye and quelled the nervous jumping of his stomach.

he muttered lowly, "i wanted to plant flowers for you," before planting his head into the juncture where your shoulder and neck met.

"oh my, is that all?" he felt you heave a sigh breathily—most likely out of relief—and sank further into his arms, "why didn't you ask me? you know that's an area i'm proficient in."

"i...i wanted...i-," he sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth before pulling his face from your neck and gripping your shoulders within his hands. there was no doubt that his face was burning bright red but he'd always push aside his pride for you.

"i wanted to show you that i love you!"

a beat passed, then two, and suddenly he was regretting his honesty and the silence was far too loud for his ears. the noon sun beat down on his skin and made him want to crawl underground and burrow.

"scaramouche, my love, look at me. let me see your eyes." you called for him just under your breath, hands moving to cup his cheeks and tilt his head towards you.

a tender expression blanketed your face, eyes swimming with an unshed gloss of tears and a warbled smile on your face,

"you always, always show me you love me," he nearly hummed beneath your touch; your hands felt so warm and smooth as they caressed his face and brushed aside the sweaty bangs that stuck to his forehead.

"and if i've ever given you reason to doubt that you do then i'm truly so sorry-"

"no! nothing like that." scaramouche scowled, tongue desperately trying to find the words to convey to you what he meant.

"you're so unlike me—so kind and warm, and i am...i..."

"you worry that i don't receive the same affection from you just because of our different displays of it?"

curse you for reading his mind—he'd have to hound you later on whether or not all the archons (or former archons, in this case) held the divine power to read minds.

"don't forget—wisdom is not only academic, it's also personal." you giggled and placed the palm of your hand onto his chest. he scowled but he hoped you knew that he wasn't mad or irritated, not with the way the tips of his ears glowed.

"you little minx," he jeered and pinched the soft of your cheek with a malicious grin on his face, "you could've spared me the formalities if you knew what i was saying and i would've made you squirm instead."

he bit back a laugh when you squealed and gently hit his knuckles to yield his pinches of doom.

"well i am your minx after all." you mumbled with a smile as you rubbed your cheek to soothe the dull ache.

"that you are, never forget it."

he took your hand within his despite the dirt that dusted them and ran his thumbs along your knuckles.

"scaramouche, do you know how loved i feel when i'm with you?" you hummed and squeezed his hands.

before he could reply, you urged him to stoop down to his poor, sorry excuse of a flower bed and picked up a rose seed from the discarded cloth bag with your free hand.

"you may not tell me you love me verbally, but i can feel it in how you hold me and all that you do for me—like that time you demanded that poor fontanian painter redo my painting because apparently she got my eyes wrong." you giggled at the snarl that spread across his face.

"what, you think i would let her depict you in any other way than you are? ridiculous, the nerve of that painter. i should've had her blacklisted from the industry." he grumbled and squeezed your hand.

"see?" you bumped your shoulder with his and smiled, "that is how you show me love. and that is how i feel your love. you may consider yourself no more than a puppet but i know that your heart is tender and kind and so full of love. i only wish that you have more faith in yourself as well, my love."

the rose seed in your hand began to glow a gentle green—it suddenly shot up, a spark of green from the seed, and blossomed so quickly into a beautiful, healthy, purple rose.

"this," you peered at him with hearts engraved in your eyes as you gestured to the rose, "is how you make me feel. forever and always."

it was uncharacteristic of him to get shy, and surely if he had his hat he'd use it to cover the blush that spread across his face as you tucked the thornless rose behind his ear. a "thank you" was on the tip of his tongue and yet he couldn't muster enough strength to say two little words that most likely would've meant so much to you.

but somehow you seemed to know either way, and he'd take a guess that you'd managed to study all his body and the language it speaks well enough to know what his mind speaks.

you tossed the bag of seeds to him and squeezed his hand, "would you like to help me plant the rest of these, darling?"

"if you insist i must." grumbled as his response might be, his heart was overjoyed and there was no denying the small smile that embedded itself onto his lips.

any time he felt the doubt of his worth crawl back up to bite and tingle at the nape of his neck, he remembered this moment: the moment where, as he flung the tulip with no roots to the ground in the heat of frustration, you stood beside him, moved behind him, placed your hands over his to guide him to plant the tulip with much more gentle hands than he would've ever done so as you breathed life back into the tulip and regrew its roots.

similarly, you breathed life back into him and allowed him to grow new roots within your arms.

from that moment on, scaramouche often accompanies you when you delve into your craft and return outside to garden

sure, he's not the handiest of men with flowers and your poor, poor cecilias are sometimes squashed unknowingly between his hands (because what harbinger can really control their strength?)

but he learns and he's quick to learn when your hands take his and guide him to be gentle with fresh daisies and soft ferns

and just like the spring that comes and brings new winds on the horizon, he finds himself falling more and more in love with the god who smiles among their flowers and sings songs to both him and the turtle doves that sit just outside his window

date published: april 7th, 2022

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[aetherarf]

Could you please write a oneshot where Scaramouche tries to act all proud and tough around his S/O, only to become an absolute mess when they start pampering and doting on him like he's a child?

I'd prefer sfw but nsfw is also nice.

Oh of course! And I kept it SFW but i.... struggled.

[[ Summary: Scaramouche was slow to love, he was slow to change, he was slow to learn. And thus, he was slow to accept your love and adoration... only to find out he would rather die than be without.

Word Count: 1'047 ]]

Scaramouche was never a touchy person. When you first became close, even before you dated, he was hesitant. He would typically keep an arm's distance from everyone, and while he tolerated closeness, to a degree, he would still sit almost like a child, hands on his lap, keeping to himself, sometimes even taking off his hat and keeping it beside him rather than to risk it bumping into another.

When you first became an item, he was still hesitant, as though he was about to distance himself, and then stopped. He would let you near, and he got better and better with being near. Still, he wouldn't initiate much. He was very much an independent soul who did not need another to lean on, and you could tell, even when he would kiss you and let you hold him, that he was not bound.

He loved you, but not because he depended on you. Because he truly wanted you. Somehow, that was sweet... in his own, slightly arrogant way.

Scaramouche looked at you with an odd mix of hatred and confusion when you, gently, had fixed his hair, with a light, attentive touch. He then fixed it again, himself, which truly ended in no change, only to prove he could.

And, when you wiped off a stain of dirt on his cheek after he came back from a rough day with a lot of [ physical ] fighting, he grabbed your hand and moved it away, then went to go wash his face, leaving the door open as though to prove a point.

I can take care of myself.

You didn't stop, however, be it determination or simply... nature.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through some reports that he'd likely been working on for days at this point, wanting to finish before he even got undressed for bed. You walked in, getting him his tea [ just the way he liked it, far too bitter for your tastes ] and you set it down on the nightstand, and you took the hat off of his head, setting it to the side and pressing a kiss to his cheek before you sat down beside him.

"You know, you could be executed for looking at these," he said, flipping to another page of the documents. He said it, but it really meant nothing. Besides, you weren't even reading them, either it was in a language you didn't know, full of utter jargon, or generally just written in bad handwriting that you learned to recognize as 'Tartaglia's', even if you couldn't read it.

"I know," you said, sweetly, "But I think you should put them down," you said, grabbing the documents from his hand, moving them to the nightstand, even as he, futilely, reached for them, then huffed, "You need sleep."

"Yeah, I can manage myself."

"I know, but I like being there for you," you said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"I don't need you to fix my hair," he said, nearly hissing at you... and you just sighed, softly.

"I know, but I like doing it," you almost echoed yourself.

For a moment, Scaramouche stared at his lap... blank. Then, that gaze looked at you, nearly... disturbed. Concerned. Confused.

"Why? Why do you like... doting on me?" He asked, no malice in his voice, just confused. "I don't need it."

You hummed for a moment, reaching over and grabbing his hand, rubbing your thumb in small circles on the back of his hand. "I love you."

"I love you too, but why?" He asked, not realizing that was your answer.

"The reason is I love you," you clarified, tugging him gently to yourself, and he didn't fight you, as he often would, with a declaration that he didn't need to be babied, "I want you to be happy, and I want to show you affection. That's not so hard to understand, is it?"

His head rested against your chest, and he moved, setting his hand on your leg, closing his eyes.

"I just... I don't get it. No one... has done that."

Your heart broke a little, hearing that, and you held him a little closer, pressing him against yourself.

"Well, I can make up for it." You reassured, sweetly. There was a moment of silence... and you heard a noise that almost sounded like a hiccup, and a sniffle. "... Scara...? Are you okay?" You asked, softly, and he grabbed fistfuls of your shirt, hiding his face in your clothes.

"I just," he said, muffled, "Don't understand..."

You hugged him more wholly, hearing him whimper, barely muffling his tears, his sobbing and confusion.

"You don't have to understand... Do you want to lie down?" You asked, and he nodded against your chest, before he, hesitantly, pulled away. You made quick work of the bedding, opening it up, and helping him pry off any clothes that would make sleeping uncomfortable, before he basically dragged you to the bed, curling up and clinging to you, still softly crying.

You tilted his chin up, and he wordlessly looked up at you, sniffling weakly... and then you pressed a kiss to his forehead, to the sides of his eyes, and gradually began to pepper his face with kisses, only to prompt more crying...

And he couldn't handle it, hiding his face again, so you just held him, until his sobs got softer, and his breathing got quieter... and when you looked back at his face, pulling away just enough to see... he was asleep. You reached to grab a tissue, to wipe off any tears that may have been left over from his little... episode, tossing it away and resolving to deal with it tomorrow.

You wonder, idly... if he was going to cry tomorrow, before you fell asleep...

But you woke up, without him in your arms, and he was drying his hair, and you walked over, hugging him from behind, he jumped...

And, unlike before, he relaxed quickly.. and sighed.

"Hi." You said,

"Hello," he replied... quiet. Hesitant. You reached up, fixing his somewhat messy and still damp hair, but for the first time

He just sighed and leaned into it.

For once, he didn't seem so insistent on proving he didn't need such adoration.

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[apompkwrites]

reader impact || first meetings: unreconciled stars

series masterlist characters: scaramouche, fischl, mona genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i'm sorry fischl and mona's aren't that good :(( this is actually my first time writing for them but i hope you enjoy <33

scaramouche's playthrough -

oof scara

scara scara scara

this boy hates his chat and at this point they don't care.

it's not like he'll badmouth them, right?

think ludwig.

that's him.

he's a very angy boy please--

as for what he does?

much like childe he'd do a lot of pvp games.

he's not too keen on showing off his personal life.

he prefers that boundary between his viewers and himself, y'know?

he honestly doesn't even understand why his viewers like him.

he knows he's a mean person and yet here they are :/

he doesn't take requests from his viewers he just kinda plays whatever he wants.

imagine his viewers' surprise when they see him streaming genshin--

they asked why a lot.

"it seemed cool."

this man just wants to play some good ol' anime games.

his chat calls him soft and he just glares.

anyway now he's actually playing.

he's not really into mondstadt's characters they're all... okay to him.

he feels a bit better in liyue.

not because it's pretty oh no no no.

because look at all the enemies outside >:))

he'll clear the whole field don't test him.

anyway, now onto the unreconciled stars event :00

this man really doesn't like katheryne--

anyway at this point he's tasked with find fritz, which he doesn't really want to do.

he sees the dude on the ground but that's only after he sees someone standing next to him.

and then he sees someone standing next to him :0

"is the guy on the floor sleeping?"

"i believe so. i've tried everything, but he won't wake up."

he will pause to look at your outfit.

it's so complex but it's so cool!!!

his chat suspects something's up but... he'll just snap at them like he normally does.

but he'll silently admire you <3

also yOU'RE T I N Y ! !

and then paimon points out your clothes and the cameras pans up your body--

"heh... and by "this person over here," you mean me, right?"

he will choose the "those unique clothes are quite beautiful" option in a heartbeat.

he doesn't care that his chat is teasing him, he just wants you to know :))

he's kinda sad when you leave, though...

"please come back soon..."

his CHAT HAS NEVER SEEN HIM SO SOFT BEFORE

skip to a few events later when the constellation is revealed to be leonard's.

the sudden cutscene catches him off guard because he's prepared to fight someone.

"hi! sounds interesting... mind if i join you?"

he won't say anything but he will physically relax at the sight of you.

you make this man soft please--

he's lowkey angry when his character is teleported away from you :(

(name): the sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers

HYPEHYPEHYPE

YOU'RE SO COOL!

of course he doesn't say that but his chat can tell that's what he's thinking.

this man's eyes go wide when you order the fatui around.

please help he really likes you. you're so assertive and cute and cool and just AGH--

fischl's playthrough -

fischl can and will do cosplay streams.

her fans like to watch her because of the "character" she puts up for the camera.

honestly she just does this because she genuinely enjoys cosplaying and bringing characters to life.

oz is the nickname for her pet bird :))

she definitely gets a lot of trolls in her chat that make fun of her for her cosplays and "dumb" way of speaking.

in which case she'll just yell at them using her "dumb" way of speaking.

she really does care about how people see her but her chat comforts her a lot after, so she feels better after a few minutes :))

the games she plays are very fantasy based and take place in worlds that don't exist.

once she gets into a game, she'd pick her favorite character and cosplay as them everytime she streams that game.

sometimes she does sewing streams where she actually makes her own cosplay with her fans.

they like to make it with her if they have the materials :D

genshin impact was a game her fans recommended because they actually want to see fischl cosplay the characters.

they will beg her to do the cosplay creation on stream.

(they defintitely know who she'll choose to cosplay but it's fine)

when she reaches the unreconciled stars event, she's really excited to learn about the fated meteorite granting sleep upon touch.

she's ready to go around teyvat in search of an answer when...

"katheryne! vassal of the immernachtreich, do mine ears deceive me, or didst thou cry out mine holy name in earnest supplication not one moment ago?"

some of her chat is obviously confused by your speech but her long time viewers can understand some of it.

oz, who fischl had brought with her to play, seems excited to see your familiar flying to you :)

fischl is just as excited as he is!!

please you speak just like her and you're voice is so nice and it actually sounds like the developers put thought into what the speech would mean in "proper speech."

"a pleasure to meet you again, katheryne."

YOU'RE FAMILIAR IS JUST AS COOL AS YOU ARE!!

some of her viewers will beg for her to skip through your dialogue.

when she sees those comments, she will purposefully let your dialogue play out, proceed to read out that same dialogue, and respond to you as if she was actually talking to you.

not just to spite them but because it's also a lot of fun for her <3

"it would seem the gods have blessed us with meeting such a well-respected being!"

translation: she's really excited to have met you.

as soon as you spoke she decided she would cosplay as you.

she's already planning out all of the materials she'll need and how much time it would take.

if your familiar is a bird, you best bet oz will be in her photo shoots for your cosplay.

most of the time you're on screen, she'll talk to her viewers about you in her classic chuunibyou style <333

she's really sad when it's time for you to leave :(((

"... goodbye, fischl. you are a good listener. i enjoy chatting with you. to be honest, most of the other adventurers in the guild only ever talk to me when they wanna hear (familiar)'s reconnaissance reports... this little journey we had... it was a great adventure. i'm just sorry that is has to end so abruptly..."

she might cry wait--

she relates to you even more now :(

"ah! what am i doing? i totally broke form..."

you're too cute pleas--

mona's playthrough -

mona does a lot of nightly streams.

it's very rare for you to catch her streaming with daylight.

she likes to share things about astrology while sitting outside drinking something warm.

she'll do a lot of nightly gaming streams as well.

mainly calmer games that people can vibe to in the background.

she prefers to keep her streams lowkey and chill, much like the life she wants to lead.

if only she had the money to do so...

yes, mona is still struggling with money even as a streamer.

she greatly appreciates any donations her fans give to her because she practically relies on them to pay her rent and daily necessities.

of course, it's not like she's completely struggling, just enough to barely get her by.

anyway, her fans ask her about playing genshin impact, inticing her with their talk about the stars and night sky in the game.

she's the type of player to take her time in the environment and take a lot of pictures of her character at night.

she's actually really excited when she hears about this new event centering around the stars and sky :D

soon enough, she gets around to the part where she is need of an astrologist.

she's HYPED to hear there's an astrologist in the game.

"someone looking for me? who is it?"

she will squeal, please.

look at you!!!

your whole design has stars and is space-themed and you're so cute and you're voice is so soothing ! ! !

she really likes listening to you talk about astrology because your voice gets even softer than before.

that scene where you go to the cliff??

please she has that scene as her lockscreen <3

you just look so cool when you start to do your process.

you're so focused and the way they animate your process in the game is beautiful.

and then the fatui harbinger interrupts one of your meetings :00

you grab onto mona's character and teleport away in a cloud of stars and specks of your elemental vision.

she's kinda embarrassed when you scold her about getting involved with the harbinger--

but not only are you really cool and awesome, you're super strong, too!

please be sassy more she really likes how proud you sound :))

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[cinnamonest]

Head empty.... Only thoughts are of ditzy airheaded lamb-girl darling... Literally too spaced out to survive on their own. God please give me more details on that I'm begging you

I went overboard with this lol I hope you enjoy anon, I actually have had several reqs for more lambgirl/Scara content bc apparently you guys really liked that one which was a pleasant surprise lol. I love the dynamic between an extremely airheaded, absent-minded dumbass that just wants to be loved like a lambgirl and someone of Scara's personality, it works so well and comically at the same time.

Also me? Making something that actually ends kind of sweet? More likely than you think!

Also also "do sheep have heats" is now present in my google search history

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It's no wonder most cultures made shepherding a full-time job, if you don’t watch them, sheep will find a way to get themselves killed. They're clumsy, clunky, tend to knock things over, and generally just kinda zone out half the time, staring off into space. That being said, they can be clingy, actually, if they know you well enough, they'll just kinda go wherever you go, munching on what they can all the while. Nonetheless, lambs are very loving and can be super affectionate, no matter what -- again, simple minded. Their brain merely knows, this person is my master, and I love my master! That's all they need to know. And sheep hybrids are no different.

For poor Scara's lambgirl, he'd never admit that he likes that about you, but he subtly... encourages your tendencies. He sees it as your nature... a simple creature that knows who it belongs to and doesn't question it, only follows behind loyally, and really, that's the way things should be. So he doesn't ever discourage you from following, it comes naturally to little lambgirl -- when he stands up, you do too, and follow behind without a word, although he'll gesture, which is how you get a lot of communication. And when you do follow, he doesn't snap at you the way he does when you don't, so you know that it's the right thing, what you're supposed to do.

Because also, sometimes your poor, poor dumb little mind can forget a lot of words. It's a known trait about lamb hybrids, and yet another reason why people tend to neglect their kind -- they sometimes revert to the most simple of states, becoming nonverbal, and may struggle to understand words, and take time to process them. For someone who, according to that one Fatui agent, doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut, he actually adjusts to the nonverbal fairly easily, view it as a good thing that you have synched so well to what's expected.

It's all standard for humans, but you know without ever being taught, you can sense what he wants. Despite the apathetic facial expressions and lack of even looking at you, you know, a little "come hither" gesture of the finger tells you to get closer, a pat to the thigh means to sit on his lap, a thumb on your lips and and a lazy downward nod means get on the floor and suck him off. You learn quickly, you're proud of yourself for doing so.

And little lambs are, best of all, so dumb they have no idea when they're being blatantly manipulated, or Pavlov'ed, in such a direct and obvious way that not even the dumbest of hybrids besides them would fall for it. He likes that about you. The only thing he likes more than that, that heavily ties into that... is that lambs crave affirmation, affection, praise. Lambs love, and they want to feel loved, they'll do anything for it. So he makes you scramble and bend over backwards for the very, very, very rare occurance that is a word of praise (if it can be called that -- it's usually more like a backhanded compliment), or an affectionate gesture. And he uses the inverse -- cold neglect -- to manipulate and condition you.

Which is easy -- you see, in your... limited intellectual capacity, two words have supreme ruling over your self-esteem and your entire emotional state: good and bad. More complex words don't have quite the impact as those two, since you understand good and bad as very simple concepts, the rest you kind of have to think about, and thinking is not your strong suit. "Good" and "bad" have obvious, easy to grasp, powerful meanings to you, and a significant impact. So he makes use of those words quite a bit -- the way your face lights up and your ears perk up when he tells you you've been good, and the way your eyes fill with little tears and your ears fall flat against your head when he snarls that you're bad. You don't want to be a bad lamb, do you? No, you want to be good. Master calling you good is the highest honor, the greatest pride your brain can conceive of, and you work day in and day out to earn it. So when you've been bad, and are told to sleep on the floor, sit on the floor by his feet, when you get no pats to the head or fingers absent-mindedly running through the wool of your ears -- when you're deprived of touch, affection -- it's cruel and hurts in the deepest of ways. And likewise, earning that privilege back, being told you can sleep in the bed again, sit on his lap again, when you get the touches back, it fills you with joy, even if he tells you the little bleats of happiness are annoying. He treats it like a privilege too -- you've learned your lesson, he says, so he thinks he can stand the sight of you again enough to let you back to being closer.

And corporeal punishment is the only form of behavior enforcement you understand, so it's a given that he goes overboard with it -- gets you to associate it with bad. Good lambgirls get crumbs of affection, rare words of slight praise, bad lambgirls get bent over the desk and belted so hard they can't sit right. Again, you want to be good, and the physical pain is just there to remind you why. He also likes to grab you by the tail -- it's obnoxious, he says, always twitching and wiggling, and he gets some entertainment out of catching you off-guard and making you let out those shrill little baa's of surprise.

All that being said, lambs are... easily distracted. Lambgirl darling's fuzzy little ears perk up over a sound off in the distance, and while he's not looking you end up wandering down the hall of the big, maze-like Fatui building... you never find the source, but suddenly you find yourself very lost and very alone without Master and you panic, sniffling as tears come rolling down your face and bleating in distress, desperately trying to find your way back, eventually crumbling to the floor and just bleating all the while. It's through that bleating he eventually finds you, or perhaps you draw the attention of others who then come inform him where you are -- furious at your disappearance and being made to waste time looking for you, but even he of all people can't quite bring himself to kick you when you're down, so to speak -- you're already blubbering and crying and you come running to him once you see him, so he just barks at you about how stupid you were, how you made him waste his time, how you should feel lucky he even bothered coming to look for you.

He wouldn't tell you how badly he panicked when he looked up and you weren't there, mind running over all the possible ways your dumbass might have gotten yourself hurt in such a short time. And the other agents know better than to let you in on how he more or less summoned the entire present forces to demand they drop everything they were doing and search until you were found. He just insists that your collar needs a cowbell, one that's loud and clear that will signal when you're moving. Next time you get distracted, he'll hear the cowbell rattle when you stand up, and snap at you to sit your ass back down or else.

 

And speaking of the others, most of the time he's never certain when someone is going to come barging in, since half of these worthless dimwits, as he calls the people he works with, don't think to knock. You two once learned that the hard way and now you have to lock the door before you blow him at work. In front of other people, he's definitely not going to show you the slightest bit of attention, and avoids it at work in general, but occasionally allows you a headpat here or there. You seem to really like those, he thinks. Your little eyes close and you tilt your head, longingly leaning into the touch. It's your instinct.

And archons help anyone that dares harm or even insult you in any way. You're occasionally, as aforementioned on the hybrid post, allowed to run errands or perform simple tasks for others. You've fucked up a lot, actually, but he only tells you you fucked up if it's a task or assignment for him. If it's with other people, regardless of whether you performed the task correctly or not, he says it was good. This has... not resulted in good things for some of the other members. You hand them something blatantly wrong or clearly made an error, and they open their mouth to chastise you, but stop short at the death glare sent their direction -- he mutters that you did good, rubs your head... and adds a right? to the end of it, looking up at the poor victim of your forgetfulness. Adds through gritted teeth to "tell her she did a good job you dumbfuck." And they always do. You're happy to have earned the approval of the others, they're all really nice to you, for some reason, even though they look oddly nervous when they're talking to you. When they come to him later in private to complain because there was a serious mistake that will cost them time and money, they're just met with an apathetic "Deal with it."

He doesn't let anyone have supervision over you, though, not anymore. In the beginning, he used to every now and then, when he had something important to do, tell some subordinate to watch you in his absence. Can't have you running off. They never watched you very closely, though, and one time you got too curious and rummaged through various things and shelves and objects and, well, you overturned a shelf that came crashing down on you -- cut you badly, broke a bone, and the guy in charge of watching you had decided to go waste time elsewhere, and so by the time Master got back, you were still there on the floor, trapped under it, sniffling and crying and letting out the most pathetic and soft of bleats, whimpering Master over and over. You don't remember much after it was pulled off of you, there was yelling and clanging as objects were being hurled across the room, but you never saw that other agent again. And now, he never leaves you under someone else's care.

Behind closed doors -- in the comfort of living quarters -- he's still... himself, but not quite as mean. The rubs are longer, the praise feels more like actual praise. When you go to bed at night, provided you've earned your right to sleep beside him, you might summon the courage to ask how you were today -- a careful question, with only two possible answers that you could understand, but your spirit will be uplifted or shattered by the response, so it weighs heavily on you, as you spend every waking moment aiming for one answer. He'll act irritated that you'd ask, it's a stupid question, but that's expected coming from a stupid creature, he says. But nonetheless he'll reassure you, in an agitated mutter that, at least for today, you were good. Maybe one day, a little lambgirl can only dream, your master might even say he loves you.

You think about that a lot when you're getting fucked, because sex is a part of love, right? Maybe you're working towards that, so you give it your all, you ride well and suck well and do every little thing you're commanded to do. Even when the ropes and clamps and the hands on your throat hurt. In fact, you think you've started to like it. Your body has started to respond to the pain, your insides clench at the thought. You feel bad about the heats, since you're wasting Master's time, but as he says, someone has to take care of you (which isn't true, you think -- he could just leave you to suffer. Maybe he doesn't know that? Surely if he knew that he wouldn't waste time taking care of you, right?). Sheep heats last quite a while, too, and you feel bad for being so lewd, bleating with your ass up in the air and whimpering, but he doesn't seem to hate it too much, since he fucks you throughout it, even takes a few days to do work from home. Grabs onto your big wooly ears like handlebars and fucks into you from behind. He says the bleating is annoying... but when you tried to hold it back, he told you he didn't say you could stop. You don't want to annoy him, but you don't want to do something you weren't told to, either... whatever earns his love.

Yes, you want to be loved. But could you ever earn such a thing? Do you deserve it? Could you ever deserve it? You're not sure. Master's love seems like such an honor, such a wonderful thing it would be unreal. That's why, when you finally summon the courage to ask, for once your brain works in a rather complex, roundabout sort of way. When you sit up in the middle of the night and nudge him awake, hovering over him in the dark, you don't ask if he loves you, instead you ask do you think could you ever love me? It's the most complex thought you've ever had, probably, because you know you're too afraid of rejection to ask outright, and this way he's more likely to say yes, and even if he doesn't love you now, a "yes" means you can work towards it, right?

So the resulting silence and the scrunched up, irritated facial expression, after a moment, makes a sort of pain and shame spread through your chest, and you wish you hadn't asked, but before you can apologize he just says that I wouldn't keep your worthless, useless ass around and would've kicked you back out on the street a long time ago if I didn't, shut up, go the fuck to sleep and don't wake me up for your stupid questions. Slams your body back down onto the bed -- facing away from him, your back to his chest, so you can't see his face. It's not a direct answer, but you don't need one -- for once, you were smart enough to understand. He just huffs in irritation when your stumpy little puffball tail wiggles around with joy, tells you to stop it so he can sleep.

#baaaaaa #lena's asks #scheduled post #atml #.lambgirl #.hybrid

[merakiui]

(tw: pregnancy (?) Children (?) Brief mention of bad parenting (?) Very brief mention of murder and suicide as in a meme (?) Idk what else to tag ToT)

To me, Scaramouche doesn't seem to be the kind of guy who would want to have kids even if he settled down some day in the future. But then I imagined something like for some reason his s/o gets pregnant and he -very, very reluctantly- agrees to take responsibility for the child even if only in an economical sense for the sake of his s/o. So then one day he has to look after his child for a few days because s/o is busy with work or smt and he's free so he just... Stares at the kid and the kid stares at him and they're both like: •--• and at some point he ends up getting attached to the kid and kinda going: "I've only had (child name) for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." In the end he gets to like the child even if he didn't really care for them at first, and finds that children aren't always as annoying as he thought. Only if we're going for a normal (?) Scaramouche in a (angst to) fluff setting bcs I'm too scared to try to imagine what a yan! scara would do so yeah hahaha I've been brainroting over this scenario bcs I live for soft scara 😌✋

Ooh!! I also think he’s the type who wouldn’t really want kids and if he did have a child he might neglect them. It just seems like more of a hassle in Scaramouche’s eyes. Like an obligation he has to fulfill because it’s his child. But if you were to have a child it’d take a little bit before he warmed up to them. He’ll scoff and roll his eyes when you’re caring for the baby, ensuring that they’re fed and put down for naps every day. You’ll dress them and change their diapers and clean up after them when there’s an accident. It’s definitely not something he wants to be part of, so he tends to view the child in a negative light.

Those feelings remain strong until he’s left alone with them and you’re unable to leave work to check in. So he’s stuck spending his day off with your child and it’s so awkward. How do you even care for children? Why does yours cry so much? You’re lucky he’s managing to keep a level head, but it’s starting to wear on him. Scaramouche has no idea how to properly watch your child, so he’s forced to sloppily replicate everything he’s observed you do. He struggles to change their diaper and he doesn’t even know how he’s supposed to prepare their food. He’s the type who throws together a lazy meal that is absolutely not meant for a baby and then expects them to readily dig in.

Eventually he starts to see the charms in your kid. They’ll crawl into his lap and tug on his sleeve, babbling incoherently and giggling when he gives them attention. He’s just glaring at your kid as they sit in his lap and he’s ready to move them off when they suddenly reach up and squeeze his nose. He’s very conflicted as they laugh at him. Had it been anyone else, he would have easily put them in the ground. But this is...your child. Well, technically they’re his child as well. He’s not sure what the appeal is and the reality that he’s a father comes crashing in when your child learns to speak; and they start to call him Daddy and then he finally realizes it.

By the time you get back from work, he’s a little less negative towards your child, even cradling them in his arms, albeit a tad awkward. He’s willing to give parenting a try, if only to please you. Although secretly he’s started to enjoy the little family you have, and that’s strange because he never thought he’d be raising a kid or being a father. He has a lot to learn about caring for children, though. But once he learns he becomes very soft and attached to his kid, not wanting anything to happen to them.

Now as for yan!Scaramouche...

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied noncon/abuse/neglect, unintentional pregnancy, female reader, mention of abortion)

You probably wind up pregnant after a night of sex goes dreadfully wrong. Scaramouche was in a foul mood (as usual) and he needed to take it out on someone. All of his subordinates are so incompetent; they can’t do anything right. It’s almost as if he has to do everything himself—like he has to spell it out for a bunch of children. As his darling, you’re forced to listen to these anger-fueled rants, nodding along with what he says in order to mitigate his wrath. But tonight he was particularly livid and you, the only punching bag in sight, took everything as if it were nothing.

You hate that you’re so used to this, no longer bothered by his loud voice or cruel remarks.

Normally he doesn’t cum inside, as he’s said over and over that he despises children and has no intentions of starting a family. He’s too busy for that, so you often find yourself covered in his cum after the two of you have sex. And while that might seem humiliating you’d rather he do that as opposed to cumming inside. You might consider raising a child in the future but definitely not now. You don’t want your child to grow up in such a horrible environment with a monster as cruel as Scaramouche as the father.  

But he’s so lost in his own frustrations that he doesn’t exactly think about the consequences. You’re too exhausted to even realize he finished inside and when he finally pulls out he notices...and he doesn’t say anything. Oh well. At some point the fog lifts from your mind and you’re left with the horrifying realization that he came inside. By the time you wake up that following morning, he’s gone and you’re absolutely petrified, praying to every Archon you can think of in the hopes that you won’t get pregnant.

As time moves on you start to succumb to the symptoms of pregnancy and it’s really worrisome. You’re terrified and you don’t want to raise a child yet. Who knows what they’ll have to suffer through once they’re brought into the closed-off world you’re now living in? If you’re going to have a child, you want them to have a normal life with a set of loving parents. If Scaramouche notices, he doesn’t say anything, opting to focus on his work instead. During the times where you’re alone, hands situated upon your stomach, you consider getting rid of the child. As much as you like children, you’re not ready to raise one. You’ve never felt more insecure and uncertain before, and whenever you try to bring it up with Scaramouche he changes the subject or disregards the matter altogether.

At one point while you’re halfway through your pregnancy, he tells you that you’re keeping the child and all thoughts of abortion slowly disappear. There’s no way you were going to get that chance anyways. Scaramouche uses your pregnancy as a way to keep you disciplined. Should you even think of escaping, he’ll slyly inform you that you’d just be endangering your unborn child in the process. And a pregnant lady shouldn’t exert herself too much or else she might just injure that developing child. While it does bother Scaramouche that he’s going to be stuck with a kid now, he does like that your pregnancy keeps you obedient.

You’ll need to rely on his help for many things and if you tick him off he can easily leave you to your own devices (and he gives his subordinates strict orders not to help you). It feels like you have to suck up to him in order to get his assistance. Scaramouche tells you that if you want a healthy pregnancy, you should act like the good, domesticated darling you ought to be. It’s a grueling nine months that has you on edge the entire time. Scaramouche realizes you’re a lot softer when you’re pregnant; you’re constantly thinking about the baby and as a result of that you’ve started treating him with more kindness. He knows you’re just scared and that you’re willing to do anything to avoid dooming another human being to the same circumstances you’re in. But it’s really nice to interact with you when you’re less likely to lash out or attempt an escape. 

That still doesn’t mean he’s excited to welcome a kid into this world.

When you finally give birth, Scaramouche keeps his distance, not all that interested in the crying infant being cradled in your arms. You live life with your child, who remains nameless because you’re too worried to give them a name for fear of getting too attached. You don’t want to show Scaramouche that you care for them because as soon as he realizes this he’s going to use it as a way to keep you tame. Whenever you act out of line, Scaramouche uses your child as a bargaining chip. If you’re going to disobey, he can easily take that child away. Now you have to worry about your own safety and the safety of your child as well. It’s very stressful. 

What wounds you the most is that your child takes after Scaramouche more. It’s difficult to care for someone who resembles him so much, but your heart is weak and filled with the same kindness that got you into this predicament to begin with. It’s inevitable that you’ll grow attached to this small, gentle life. You just wish there was a way out of this nightmarish situation so that they could have a happy childhood.

#genshin chit chat #yandere genshin impact #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #tw: pregnancy #tw: children

[paradise-creator]

drop genshin!helios and scara hcs n stuff mb? {i haven't met him yet i just know he has a cool hat} or genshin!helios lore mayhap? idk i just wanna hear u ramble for a bit

Leting me ramble is a vv bad idea BUT LET’S GO :DD 

And yes Scara is also known as the fandango man <33

ANYWAYS My rambles are under the cut <33

SO Helios, more commonly known as Angel now, was apart of the adepti group that pledged to protect Liyue. He is half human and half adepti who is around 900-1000 ish in present time. The thing is, he never really knew much about his illuminated beast part of him. Seemingly as they was raised as human by their mother. All she knew is that there were some it had something to do with snakes. As evident with her fangs and some white scales found scattered around.  Their father was often away to fulfill his contract with Morax at that time. She was born in Mondstadt along with her little sister. 

She wasn’t apart of the Yakshas however she did protect Liyue for most of her life. She learned her fighting skills through Xiao and Zhongli. Though, she never fully mastered the pole arm, she was able to learn swordsmanship first. She wasn’t as good as her peers until she took possession of a catalyst.  However throughout the years, she never thoroughly enjoyed her job. It was her duty and was bound by a contract. Even bound to her contract, she found herself enjoying company of some kids. Who she’ll entertain with stories from her long life. 

So, she asked Morax for a small break which Morax agreed to. She was not to return to her duties for 2 and a half years, per what they agreed. In those two years she found more about herself. This was the time where she struggled to fit in. After all, she was half-illuminated beast. There are barely anyone like her. Even if Ganyu, who signed a contract too, and Yanfei, who didn't,  were around, she never really fit in. As they were really focused on their duty while she was confused. 

Though, he found himself when he came to Inazuma for the first time. He had to sneak in and was successful with his attempt. There they were ambushed by some fatui, who had mistaken them for their target. But when he was taken to The Tsaritsa, they recognized each other. Even with her frozen heart, The Tsaritsa  treated her with kindness. Why? Well, they knew each other personally! 

Basically the Tsaritsa asked him to join. After all, having a half-illuminated beast in her rank would be advantageous. Helios agreed on a few conditions. 

1. was that his little sister would be kept safe and will not be lumped into fatui business. 

2. he would be free to roam 

3. She won’t fully join the Fatui until the children they have been taking care off are well 

and 4. All her past, them as an adepti, would be a separate being from who they were 

And of course The Tsaritsa approved <33 

Hehehehehe Yeah I went overboard sjhdzgfxhdj

#Angel's story #Just me rambling about my genshinsona #jsghddh

[inavagrant-a]

i know I’m a little late with this but - your Scaramouche is THE Scaramouche for me. these past few months that you’ve been writing him have been such a treat to watch. you delve into his character in such a beautiful way. you hone in on every layer of his character, the villainous side but also all the other sides as well. i can’t begin to tell how well-developed he is and how you continue to surprise me with your dedication to his character. the love you have for him resounds and I love it. thank you for giving me the opportunity to write with you and learn about scara throughout it all. thank you for making me absolutely LOVE him. and also I love you haha!

prompt | @magstus

You say you’re late but I’m even more late awraxa.

But thank you so much, I’m really glad you’ve been enjoying my portrayal of Scaramouche and thanks for always putting up with my rants about him when I just happen to go on about him awraxa. You’re an awesome rp partner and I’ve whole heartedly been enjoying the stuff we got going on with these two and how not so black and white it is. From bad endings to good endings we’ve thought it all lmao. But thanks for putting up with him and tolerating his bullshit lmao. I’ve already raved about your portrayal but will always let you know that your portrayal of Mona is amazing, extremely well balanced, and as I mentioned before you really capture her voice extremely well, that proud but wise mage she is, you have her confidence down pat, her struggles and her character extremely well. 

So thank you, I love her and I love you and just you’re awesome okay.

#magstus #[ᴍɪsᴄ]── ASKS. #[ᴍɪsᴄ]── OOC. #i wu v you <33

[willnotdothefandango-a]

Wholesome thought of Scaramouche and his partner:

Them asking him to teach em Inazuman clothes, sure they're struggling with remembering what is what but internally Scara's fawning over them bc he can tell they're genuinely interested in learning about it. Like he's touched that they want to know about his culture, it's cute seeing them smile when they get the name of something right (the pronunciation with certain letters is a bit stiff but he gently corrects them since they're his beloved).

He’d be a little rough around the edges and it would definitely have to be in private, but he’d definitely soften a little seeing them try so hard. He sees it as something that’s just a given if you’re going to be with him, but the fact that there’s so much effort and interest going into this fact warms his icy little heart. And god, the Inazuma clothing struggle is real--I can tell you from experience in putting on a kimono it’s really not easy, you need some help when it’s one of the more complex ones when it comes to putting on the obi and everything. Moreso if it’s one of the incredibly expensive kimonos that can weigh up to 20kg, though those are for more ceremonial purposes rather than every day use.

#SB: Kae are you a weab #Me who grew up with an aunt who lived in Japan most of her life: yeah #Anonymous #;;'Crimson moon shines upon a town that is smeared with blood...' cried the diva given into lament. [Asks] #;;And I tried to hold these secrets inside me; My mind's like a deadly disease. [Headcanon]

[all-good-things-dot-dot-dot]

All Good Things…  Time To Do The Write Thing...

All Good Things…  Time To Do The Write Thing...

#Blog #Bloggerstribe #AllGoodThings 27th June 2020

Hello Chaps and Chapettes,

It’s about time.

I started doing these blogs when I was realising that I was struggling to find the motivation to write. I was putting off projects that I needed to complete or at least struggling to decide what I wanted to do with them. Now I’m at the precipice of the journey where I know where I want to go next, what I want to do, and how I’m going to do it. I’ve discovered that through these blogs. Unfortunately, something still stands in my way and that is… These blogs.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not going to stop writing to you, dear reader. I’ve really enjoyed writing to you and equally you writing back to me, teaching me things, encouraging me, and I thank you from the whole of my heart for that. I will not take likely all you have done to get me to this point, whether it is just viewing what I wrote, telling me what you thought, or giving me hints and tips. However, I must start a new journey otherwise I will get lost in this one.

You see while doing this has been brilliant at getting me motivated to write, helping me practice my touch typing skills, increasing the speed of my writing, and learning that I CAN BLOODY DO IT! It has also made me a bit complacent. I spoke earlier about how, even doing one thing can still be a win during your day, but there is also a danger to that. If you want to succeed, small wins can lead to a big win, yet you need to ensure that you are focused on the next step up too.

Let me put this forward, you do not have to step up. Doing little wins every day such as ensuring you pay that bill, or write one little thing, or go to work, or eat, or sleep, or put the garbage out, will keep you on a straight line. You can go in a straight line as long as that is what makes you happy. You’re still living, laughing, having fun and that’s great, there is nothing wrong with it. However, if you want to go up, then going in a straight line will not get you there. You have to make a sacrifice and try taking the stairs instead.

Don’t get me wrong, that sacrifice could feel like a mistake. Life is like a big game of snakes and ladders, you could be climbing one day and from no fault of your own, you’re sliding down the next day. Yet, even if you end up at square zero, the starting block of the board, there is STILL A LADDER IN FRONT OF YOU! And the best bit is, there are no snakes until you climb up it. So it’s literally free real estate. ;3

This is where I am. I want to move from doing these blogs every day to doing them when I feel I have something important to report. I could be about to climb a ladder or meet a snake and I’m not sure which, but that doesn’t matter. If I don’t do it, I will simply carry ongoing, off of the board, and not meeting anything fun in return.

At this point, I want to share a video with you that inspired me. It is a fan film supported by Disney. It is about what happens if you lead with your head and not your heart. It is the Spanish version BUT there’s no dialogue so you don’t need to worry about understanding it, the animation does a good job of that on its own. (BUT if you did want to find the English version, you can do so on Disney+)

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-radLHmpQI

If you have watched that then you’ll find that when “Paul” followed his head over his heart, he discovered that the life he has followed so far has been risk-free, but also lonely, dull, and adventureless. It is only when his head realized that he was going to end up being sad for the remained of his life that he let his heart take over for a bit. To that end, “Paul” had a fantastic time and in the credits on the Disney+ version, you see images of him trying surfing with the surfer dude, sharing time with the old men doing a fun activity (thus changing their lives for the better too) and creating a family with the sunglasses peddler.

The reason I wanted to share that with you is that, at this point in my life, those six minutes had a profound effect on me. They MADE me want to do something else, to create, to try, to risk, and to see what happens next. So that is what I am going to do. Take a risk and even if it doesn’t pay off, I’m going to learn from the experience and try to do it better next time.

In short, please do not worry about me. Do not worry about there being fewer blogs, I will still be writing to you. I’ll schedule them, Ricky Gervais usually does a vlog once at the weekend and once on a Wednesday, I think I can manage to do the same with these vlogs too. So, this isn’t a goodbye to these, it is a see you later.

In the meantime, my thirty-minute challenges will continue with a new purpose. I’ve learned from these that I can write about a thousand words in thirty minutes. “Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone” is nearly seventy-seven thousand words long. That means, if written from cover to cover without editing or drafts, it would take seventy-seven days to write. That would be two months and sixteen days. That, on this time budget, is acceptable!

I’m first going to focus on a project I started called “Luna Switched,” - sorry, Tumblr, FurAffinity, Twitter and Facebook friends, you won’t be able to read that here as it’s very adult, but I will sink a link down below if you want to try. Honestly, if you’re innocent or family, please don’t. :D Thanks.

After that, other things will arise that should be more up your street. There will still be pony stuff for a while because I have ideas I need to see to completion before I can go on to actual publishable novel ideas. If I moved on from them now without finishing them, I would not be very happy with myself and my writing would suffer for it, so please bear with until we are at that point.

Until then, I’ll pop on a blog post every weekend and Wednesday. I’ll share thoughts on what I am doing, listen to your suggestions, and look forward to getting in touch. I hope that you will too.

Until then, this is Scaramouche saying, tatty-bye everyone, tatty-bye :D

Stay safe, stay positive, and always do reach out to me if you need to. All good things, Lots of hugs,

Scara x

Link to Luna Switched: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/174616/luna-switched

Link to Discord Server: https://discord.gg/9GEhvhf

#blog #time #to #go #ponies #pony #brony #furry #writer