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kindrehd · 4 months
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things never change
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danijaci · 11 months
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"do you even like me?" w/ scara
(based on a tiktok audio :DD)
thank you guys for 2k followers omggg ^^ <333
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it ain't that serious fr
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kohampster · 3 months
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its still so fucking funny how wanderer went from a feared fatui harbinger who almost became a god to a college student
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xaisxmp · 2 months
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Sub!Scaramouche x M!Reader ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི
“O—Oh~!! Hnng!” He moaned delectably as your ring and middle fingers both curled up into his gspot. “Stay quiet honey, would you want them hearing you moan like a little girl?” I deliberately said in a condescending tone, gripping his throat a little tight. “N-..fuck..y-!”
I grinned at his attempts at resisting and started rapidly curling my fingers up, fixated on the way his fluids drip down under his ass.
“Ha! Look at you making a mess all over my fingers.” You were relishing in his delicious chokes and moans. Noticing how his eyes started rolling back with tears streaming down, he was close.
Thrusting your fingers up even harder into his sweet spot caused him to arch his back while glaring at you. So cute!
Scara saw nothing but cloudiness in his vision as he squirted everywhere. “There it is~”
“Ungh! no m-more..” He says while panting like a dog. His red eyes looked so lewd from crying, you couldn’t stop your throbbing erection from leaking through your pants.
“Hm? Stop now? I still need to fill you up.”
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civettictis · 4 months
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bwuuhhg
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clairiko · 1 year
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the new identity:
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anoymous-boba · 1 year
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The yassification of short boi with mommy issues
How it started:
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How it’s going:
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rheiide · 7 months
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sharing my sumeru characters design headcanons and disappearing again
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neeuqiakeht · 4 months
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Scaramouche: The world is cold and dark and everyone dies alone.
Y/N: I’m sorry I forgot to kiss you goodbye before i left this morning.
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ikebo-simp · 10 months
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Scaramouche hates feeling inferior, he's felt that way since birth and the only time he didn't feel that nagging feeling, was when he was with you
So when some rando on the street implies that he isn't enough for, he's ready to throw hands
But even through his opponent's laying on the street, the little seed of doubt has been planted in his mind
He'll start to overthink everything, made a slight face at the bitter coffee he made? You don't like his coffee anymore(the beans were a little old)
Turned away from him in your sleep? You don't wanna cuddle anymore(It's hot in Sumeru, even the cold Scara wasn't enough to cool you down)
And negativity swells like a thunder storm, it seems like all the good times the two of you spent are small and he loses himself in his mind
Until, you hand him a cup of tea and sit down next to him
"If it's too much, just focus on me"
And he wills himself to
He looks into the cup of tea and forces himself to not think of the bad days and think of the times where you took his hand and excitedly showed him this food stall he's seen hundreds of times, think of when a huge project was finally finished and you just collapsed on him, refusing to let go
And his mind clears, not a huge amount, but it's better than before, because in those moments he was 'enough' for you
A/N Scarabae is a puppet right? So... if he has not blood stream, then technically he should be like a vampire/iguana and need another source of warmth to be warm right?
Thanks for Reading
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the-white-void · 3 months
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Oh! You've Heard This Story?
Summary: Once again, your end has begun, and the story starts anew. Yet, she remembers this story; one told over and over again.
Warning: This contains mentions of violence and repetitive deaths which may be uncomfortable to some readers.
One || two || three
Taglist: @kthehoeforfictionalmen @pix-stuff @kthehoeforfictionalmen @time-shardz @scarletttcroww @mysteriaqueen @atsukawolfcat @junkoslette @mef0rg0r @altheq0 @obliviousariies2007
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Blood of gold stained the podium as the blade of the Archon of Inazuma sliced your neck. Leaving the crowds that once cheered for your end turned to fear and shallow worries of regret.
You've seen this before. As your head descended from your body, your consciousness still lingered, even for only a moment. The screams of agony laced with regret and sorrow; the cries of the archons as they saw the precious blood that was wasted on the floor.
That is how it always ended.
Your mind now eases as your death finally comes, then onto the next show.
You open your eyes once more to the lush green grass tickled your ears, and the trees swayed its leaves on your rags; the warm rays that lay on your skin. A scene all too familiar.
You have given up on trying to survive on this game of cat and mouse; simply letting it all roll like a ball, because out of all the countless times you tried to escape before were all futile, even giving up showed the same ending.
There is no end to this scripted play.
Fate is like a chord. No matter how you pull to change it, it will always return to its original form.
You pick yourself up, dust off a few leaves stuck on your rags and walked up to a nearby tree bearing some apples. You reach out for one close yet ripe.
"Maybe Amber noticed me already and might shoot my arm." You blurted out as the apple twisted and fell on your face. "Ah! It's already loose." you mumbled with your brow raised before picking up the apple from the ground; you dusted off the dirt then took a bite. "Doesn't matter, you missed." You uttered as you look to the side where the brunette wearing red hid from afar; her bow lowered from when it first had you a target.
Her face painted with worry and confusion, she focuses her bow to you once more, ready for your retaliation. Yet, you walk back to the spot where you first woke up; legs crossed with your bum on the ground as you continued to eat the apple.
"What?" The brunette mumbles with her brows furrowed, confused why you just say down defenceless while chewing on your apple till you ate it all and the core was left. "Could it be a trick? Are they just luring me in?" Thoughts flooded her head thinking about what you could be planning if you already know where she was.
After laying the core of the apple you just ate on the ground, you look back at where the brunette was hiding. "Even if you are here to catch the imposter, there is still etiquette for how knights capture fiends." You spoke with a sigh and a small smile, waiting for her to shoot her bow, or throw Baron Bunny to your face.
An arrow of fire flew past you and hit the tree right behind you, barely grazing your hair. Amber then emerges from the bushes while her bow was still pointed at you "You have the right to remain silent. Your actions of impersonating the divine deity..." She continues to mouth out paragraphs you've heard countless times before, still smiling without a care in the world.
In a nation distant to the airy breezes of Mondstat, in the land hidden in the forests where rain comes and goes, the land where knowledge is weighed more than mora, Sumeru.
Lying inside the Sanctuary of Surasthana where the Archon resides, she sprung up with a cold sweat, as if she just had a nightmare. Her gasps were heavy and her hands shaking; her dream was as vivid as if it were real, like the times she would occasionally possess the receptionist of the Adventurers Guild, however, unlike those dreams, it was not coveted by the mind of a human nor god. The scene was too real to be revered as a dream.
"Oh... Very well,I'll see you all. Soon."
Were the last words of the imposter before their head departed from their body. "What did they mean? Will it happen again? I saw their memories; it happened to them over and over again. Like a samsara, after reaching an end it'll go back to the beginning. How long have they been doing this? Do they have a goal?" Questions drowned out all their senses before a loud arrogant voice broke her focus.
A short man wearing blue accents and a large hat was snapping his fingers in front of the archon's face with an annoyed look. "Hey! I've been calling you for ages; you said you wanted me to do something." His tone filled with salt and bitterness as he pulled his arms back together crossed.
Lesser Lord Kusanali, the dendro Archon, one who was calm and collected was in a cold sweat, unable to comprehend what reality she had just seen. If it were to happen in this world as well, would it too crumble and wither away.
"H- hat guy..." The dendro Archon's voice trembled when she muttered her words. Looking towards Hat Guy with her eyes widened and trembling "What happened these past few days? There was the imposter a- and..." Her voice trails off as she tries to word out what happened, but her tongue falters to convey what was on her mind.
"The imposter? That news just landed in the Akademia an hour ago. I guess that's what you can expect of a god who can read minds." He mumbles while the Archon gathers her thoughts.
"What? But the imposter was just about to be executed. Everyone was there and... the imposter was... calm... they- they said something then… then…” her eyes wonder off around the room remembering the words of the imposter.
“... Hat guy. Take me to Mondstat; I need to talk to the imposter.” Her eyes were then set on the short man; eyes painted with determination and fear, set on speaking with the one branded as an imposter, yet whose last is shrouded in a thick fog of uncertainty.
The man that looked at the Dendro god puzzled and perplexed. “What?! Are you- just when you hear about an imposter; you wanna go meet them?!! Don't you know how dangerous that thing could be?” His aloof and sour tone shifted to a raised and concerned voice after hearing the Archon's desire to met with the imposter.
Kusanali sighs with her eyes faltering, wondering if it just a ruse after all. She ponders for some time, recollecting and organising the memories she had of the imposter. “The execution just happened with the Electro Archon beheading the the imposter, but before that, the imposter allowed me to look through their memories, then…” her memory was then blank.
“Can they dream?” Hat Guy's voice cut her focus. “If you really wanna talk to them, you can go in their dream and just talk to them there.”
The idea lit up the Lesser Lord's face “Yes. Their dreams. They looked young, they probably still have dreams, like escaping… or… wait… can they dream?” Her voice questioned the mentality and consciousness of the imposter.
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kindrehd · 3 months
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Onryō
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wonlis · 11 months
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landfill of his past selves
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keiri-klee · 4 months
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AHHHH ITS POOKIE DAYYY I love him so much happy birthday wanderer scaramouche kabukimono hat guy we love u sooo much
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cherieiu · 10 months
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a love-filled morning
sypn: you have to wake up, so kunikuzushi gives you a little motivation ♡
warnings: none really, just pure wholesome fluff
an: wait it's actually been so long since i last wrote
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a ghost of a smile danced on his lips as he admired your moment of vulnerability, subsuming the image of your sleeping form. he held your hand gently as he traced small circles on your palm, just enough to make you slightly squirm from his touch. taking pleasure in your reaction, a soft chuckle escaped his lips before he squeezed your hand gently, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"wake up, love," his breath fanned your ear as you slightly shifted away from him, small protests leaving your lips. he gazed at you, smiling at how adorable you looked, like a cute fungus getting mad. kunikuzushi sat on the edge of the bed, turning his head to continue watching you whilst you hid away in the corner of the bed, wrapped up in the kakefuton.
"you don't want to be late for work, do you?" he spoke, looking at you in amusement. shaking your head, you let the kakefuton pool on the bed, releasing your grip from the warmth. you reluctantly dragged yourself out of the corner and laid your head on kunikuzushi's lap, eyes still shut tight.
pressing a kiss on your forehead, he pulled you up to seat you in his lap. you hesitantly opened your eyes, allowing his hand to run through your hair.
"kuni.." you muttered under your breath, planting soft kisses on his cheek.
he was drowning in your affection, his hands lightly grasping your waist before pulling you flush against him, crimson blooming on his cheeks. your hands held the sides of his face, taking in his breathless features before pulling him into a kiss, his and your eyes holding nothing but unadulterated affection and love for each other. yesterday's argument was long forgotten as he held you in his arms, slowly pulling his lips away from yours.
"i love you, you know that?" his breath fanned your ear again, his lips planting a kiss on your neck. at his words, you softly laughed, a small smile adorning your features.
"i love you too, kuni," a soft hue of pink appeared on his face, instinctively avoiding eye contact with you. he may have heard this many times before, but it never changed his reaction to those words that you spoke with utmost sincerity and love.
"well, i love you more then, (name)."
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kekku · 1 year
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scaralumi official art moments <333
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official art!!
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