Let me just say that I am absolutely in LOVE with Scaramouche's new design! The colours are so beautiful and I loved the flowy, open kimono! Very elegant and mystical, 10/10 design! (also, it may be an unpopular opinion, but I liked this hat better than the one with the veil. i dunno, it feels lighter)
My savings have already been established and I have him guaranteed, so I'll use all of my self-restraint to skip Nahida's banner and save it all for him. So the question now is: should I go for constellations or his weapon banner?
Anyway, after such a blessed image, I think it's time to go back to writing the last chapter of my scaramouchexreader fic. =.=
May all Scaramouche-wanters be Scaramouche-havers!
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thinking about nothing currently but yang's hugs and how she always puts one hand on the back of a person's head and brings them in against her so that they're against her shoulder and it makes me want to SOB.
also that team RWBY group hug was sorely needed i love it sm.
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Suddenly struck with the thought of my faves twirling my hair around their fingers and I'm so deeply unwell about it!!!
Diluc getting distracted by a single free curl and trying to tuck it away, only to find himself even more distracted when the ends curl around the tip of his finger. How ardently he resists the urge to untuck it and give it a little tug, just to see it bounce back into a spiral when he lets it go again.
Kaeya giving a curl that somehow escaped its siblings wrapped up in a bun, a teasing pull and snickering when you swat at his hand lightly. Only to come back when you're focused on your work to continuously wind and unwind the hair around his fingers fondly.
Zhongli marveling at the way the sun catches each looping curl; lining them in what he believes is the finest gold that he's ever seen. Tenacious as stone when holding their shape, yet softer than down spun from clouds in his hands; he relishes in the way each curl he toys with loses it shape for only a moment before bouncing back the same as ever.
Xiao's familiar and signature wary gaze turning into one of shock and curiosity when he gives a ringlet a cautious tug, and it give a soft spring back into its original shape. He's too unsure of himself to do much more, but often finds himself passively toying with a curl or two whenever you're near.
Cyno running oiled fingers throughout your curls, helping you apply a protectant that will keep most of the heat and humidity of the forests at bay. Separating each curl so carefully, like you've taught him before; giving a satisfactory huff when his, "you should really call these 'cutie-cles'" joke makes you sigh, but the quivering of your shoulders and the light sway of your curls tells him that you're holding back your laugh.
Kaveh struck with a sudden stroke of genius and dashing to his drafts after spending the past thirty minutes mindlessly curling your ringlets on his fingers. A month later, you find pillars in his latest work with that same, familiar pattern as the ringlets he always toys with.
Neuvillette enamored with the image of you allowing a curl to coil about your fingers while you think. His hands itch to reach out and curl it himself, but he shows restraint in this public space. Perhaps in the privacy of his own quarters, you'll let him feel those ringlets curling around his fingers again.
Wriothesley, so familiar with the rigidity and gruffness of Meropide, finding a moment of solace when he gets the chance to bury his face in your curls. Always holding you as close as possible when you lay against his chest, just so he can see each coil spring back into place after he's stretched it out. Like a little calming ritual just for him.
Just! Just!!!!!! Play with my hair pleaseeee 🥺💕🙏🏾
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