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hcs-no-only-pain · 1 year
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Not at all like my usual content but like. The laugh this made me let out.
Following up my Last post:
Thinking about a name change for my son.
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hcs-no-only-pain · 1 year
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About the lyrics to Scaramouche's boss themes,
In both Rhapsodia Roscida and Polumnia Omnia, they hold so much info about Scaramouche as a character. Especially his primary motives and goals—it's honestly a little insane to me how much info we got in 5 minutes worth of content.
Like, I wrote an entire essay about it for my own reference. I don't know how else to explain in words how much value those songs have for understanding his character. Added bonus to them is that they kinda go into his feelings about the gods and Celestia, though a bit briefly. Which is real tasty because it adds a whole lot of depth to his deification plan.
Anyways I just think the songs are really neat and I want other people to understand just how incredible they are. Quintempus Niteastetae is also a banger but there's no lyrics so... You know.
Might have to ramble about it a bit more though because ohhhh these songs....
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hcs-no-only-pain · 1 year
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Kabukimono with a “mom friend” (gn!reader)
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During a time when he was confused and trying to adapt to an unfamiliar environment, you were there for him.
When Mikoshi Nagamasa brought a new face back to Tatarasuna after finding him wandering along a shoreline, you were one of the very first to greet the unfamiliar face.
You asked for his name, but he had no answer for you. You thought it was a shame, but decided it wasn’t your place to dictate a name for him.
As he settled into the new environment, you found yourself spending a lot of your free time around him. You enjoyed watching him as he helped to forge—he seemed to enjoy your occasional compliments, too!
He quickly became a beloved part of your community, as much so as any other resident, and he gained the title "the Kabukimono."
You once asked him why he allowed people to call him something that was so often used as a term for, at the very least, "strange." He told you that it was a name given to him by people he cared for, so he liked it no matter the meaning.
For a long time, things were as perfect as they'd ever been. You and the Kabukimono were able to become quite close, and he often came to you with things he didn't understand.
You taught him about sadness, about joy, and many other emotions. You helped him understand what it was that he felt for the people of Tatarasuna, particularly his friends. You helped him understand that it was love.
When the Mikage Furnace began displaying problems, you tried your best to remain confident and positive for those you cared about.
Even you could only stay positive for so long in the face of such a threat, however.
One day, you caught the Kabukimono on his way out of Tatarasuna. You asked him where he was going, and he told you that he was going to seek an audience with the Shogun.
This scared you more than even the furnace itself had. So many ships had been sent out and never returned to Tatarasuna—for the Kabukimono to leave on his own left you with far too many anxieties.
You tried desperately to get him to stay, but he insisted. He swore to return, sticking firm to his conclusion that he needed to find help for Tatarasuna.
He was gone for a long while but, when he finally returned, you were beyond relieved to see him safe.
That relief didn't last long. He seemed heartbroken as he told you, while fighting back tears, that the Shogun had refused to even see him. You could feel your own heart shatter.
You were able to comfort him, but it was only effective for so long.
You weren't sure what had happened. You had no idea what he'd heard, or what perhaps someone had said to him, but the next time you saw him was as he was taking his leave from Tatarasuna once again.
For a second time, you pleaded with him to stay. You grasped onto his sleeve, begging at least to know why it was that he'd decided to leave without so much as a goodbye.
He lacked the confidence to confide in you, as he once had. Though he seemed to hesitate, he ultimately chose to pull himself away from you.
You weren't sure what had hurt worse. Knowing that he could leave so easily, the fact that he no longer had faith in the bond that you shared, or the overwhelming weight of the impending ruin your beloved home would soon face.
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hcs-no-only-pain · 1 year
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Wanderer with a friend/(s/o) who is afraid of storms
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Inspired by a conversation I had with a friend, but feuled by the fact that I am terrified of storms. This is a pretty silly one, so there's no like hurt/comfort or anything that the caption might suggest. It's just Wanderer being Wanderer.
He thought it was a bit funny, at first, how persistent you were that the two of you sought shelter when the storm began to brew outside.
He found it less funny, though, the more persistent you became. How could someone have been so afraid of a bit of thunder? Yes, lightning was irritating even to him, but he couldn’t imagine being afraid of storms.
Eventually, when you both did find shelter, he was willing to provide you warmth. If you so chose to use him as a space-heater, he would let you.
That compliance didn't stop him from teasing you, though.
“Storms are nothing on land compared to how they are at sea, you should consider yourself fortunate.”
Normally, you were pretty understanding of him and his “no sugar-coating” attitude, but with something that was so genuinely upsetting for you, it was disheartening.
Somehow, the conflict between you two led to him saying that he could, without a doubt, withstand a storm. After all, there’s nothing to fear!
    “Strike me down if you dare, Beelzebul!” He shouted, his arms outstretched as he looked up at the storm clouds above. That self-assured grin on his face was one you’d long since grown accustomed to, and you couldn't deny that his commitment to his resolve was making you laugh a bit. As he stood in the rain, his clothes were already drenched by the harsh downpour that surrounded the makeshift camp you’d set up together. That joyful moment was short-lived, however. You weren't even certain how exactly to warn him as you watched his hair begin to stick up off of his head.
    “Uh, Wanderer?”
    “What?”
    The sound of the lightning as it struck one of the many trees Wanderer stood next to was deafening. The way he seemed to stop in his tracks before his knees gave out certainly didn't seem too good, either.
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hcs-no-only-pain · 1 year
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Scaramouche as a partner (platonic/romantic)
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Caption says it all—just my hcs on how Scaramouche (not Wanderer or Kabukimono) behaves as a partner, in both a platonic and romantic dynamic.
This is my first real post on here, so please forgive me if any of my formatting is incorrect or uninteresting.
General
Scaramouche doesn't do "relationships" simply for the sake of them. Relationships are, at best, a trade between two individuals for the sake of mutual benefit.
As such, Scaramouche sees little point in keeping you emotionally close to himself. He keeps you around because you are useful to him, he has no need to connect with you on a deeper level.
Should the deal you've made with him involve that he treats you as a friend/partner, you're lucky to get the bare minimum unless you explicitly request more.
If you're willing to allow him to do the same, then naturally he'll comply.
Ask him for his past and he'll tell you little more than, "You mortals have already found yourselves in bad standing with me."
Sumeru—Deification
Scaramouche who, during his deification, would tell you to meet him at the Joururi Workshop and always plan it for times when he would be in the Shouki no Kami mech.
He enjoys lifting you up with one of his many large hands in this form, bringing you close to his face specifically to tease you about how small you, and everyone else, are by comparison.
It's in these times that you see a certain, genuine joy from him. You know this is what he's been craving for years. You don't know the details, but it makes you happy to see him happy.
At least, you think you're happy. Perhaps, deep down, there's a concern that you've buried for the sake of being a good friend.
Scaramouche would tell you of his connection with a young scholar, Haypasia ,with an emotion that you think is excitement. He would happily tell you about how he wishes to keep her safe, as his newfound follower.
It makes you think. How are excitement and joy such rare expressions to see him experience? Is this unease you feel in your chest because you feel bad for him, or is it something else?
Romance
Scaramouche doesn't breathe. Over the years, he's learned to imitate breathing, but never does he need to take in or let out a breath. 
You once asked him for a kiss. When he said he was too busy, you asked again. You weren't trying to be pushy, you truly weren't, but he was clearly agitated by your behaviour. Soon enough, you found yourself gasping for air, your lungs burning as he finally let you pull away.
Just as your relationship as friends began, your romance is built upon mutual benefit. He feeds into what you desire, as long as you can help him achieve his own goals.
You want his affection? You'll most certainly be sent off to earn it.
Scaramouche may be careless of human life, but you love him. You give him the admiration and praise that he craves. He will protect you, just as he would a follower.
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