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princesoliel · 1 year
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🌟I’ve opened a shop!🌟
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I have some prints up for purchase right now! And I plan to put up some more exciting merch like keychains, journals, and lanyards in the future!💙💜
Here’s the link if you wish to buy!
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xaeoism · 1 year
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I love him....
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fatui-begone · 2 years
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oh yeah, here’s what i got! i uh now have c2 qiqi AHAGDHSGSHS
now all i need is diluc.
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ita-shira · 1 year
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scaraether christmas card based on a rp i have going. they love their little 60cm talking froggy son.
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voidcat · 1 year
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Very fitting theme update for what my brain has been like for the past week
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neuvistar · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUNIKUZUSHI.
— featuring . wanderer / kunikuzushi x fem!reader
— warnings / content warnings . nsfw. kunikuzushi being such an absolute cutie (it’s darling’s first time pls be vv patient w him), vaginal sex, riding, creampie, a lil bit of titplay, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content. please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
ੈ‧₊˚ “how about this. would you like me to be your present, kuni?”
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✦ WANDERER . KUNIKUZUSHI (OR KABUKIMONO)
kunikuzushi sat by himself on the floor, relaxing under the sunlight that was radiating through the window from outside, sighing deeply to himself. it’s been days, weeks, months maybe even years until he finally found someone like you, someone he could trust with his life, someone he could show his vulnerability to. throughout all his sleepless nights, there was nothing that ran through his thoughts except the thought of you leaving him. even just thinking about the day you’ll betray him.. just like how they did never failed to make tears start swelling in his eyes.
he refused to stay away from you, and he hated it. it’s like you HAD to be with him at all times, or he had to be with you at all times. he doesn’t want you to leave him, he doesn’t want you to leave him all alone on the dust like how others did. he doesn’t ever wanna go back to phase one, where he was abandoned by someone he still deeply cherished inside his heart, his mother. his life is in your hands, and you were willing to accept him and show him the love he’s always wanted to be shown, always willing to teach him new things. you didn’t see him as some kind of abomination, you didn’t see him as some useless puppet that deserved to be played with and thrown away after usage, you saw him as human. he absolutely loves you for that, he let his guard down for you. despite him not being human himself, you still saw him as one. but really.. could he trust you? no.. he shouldn’t. he can’t, right? what if you leave him, what if you abandon him, is this just some kind of facade of yours? or—
“kuniku!” he blinked a few times, ears picking up the sound of a familiar voice nearby. he stood up quickly, turning his body around, eyes desperately trying to find you. all of the sudden, he flinched at the feeling of your arms snaking around his figure, letting out a cute yet startled “hnpmh!”. hugging his body tightly, you intertwined your fingers with his, pressing a light kiss on his cheek. “today’s a special day, kunikuzushi! it’s your birthday! happy happy birthday to you!”
today .. this specific day .. was a special day, you would always tell him that. his birthday .. a special day, huh? he never celebrated his birthday with someone he cherished before, so it shocked him when you mentioned that partners like you both are supposed to celebrate birthdays together. although, he didn’t mind spending more time with you, he always wanted to be by your side, after all. he doesn’t get it, why are you willing to spend this special day with someone like him? surely you could’ve had better things to do rather than stay with him, right?
“why must you always pull these kind of ridiculous surprise hugs on me whenever you feel like?”
“do you not like it when i do it? i can stop if you want.”
“absurd! it’s not that, it’s just— forget it. do whatever you please.”
you giggled pecking his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “happy birthday kuni, i love you.” he hummed, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist. “let’s go rest up. you must be tired, hm? the sun’s been out all day, aren’t you feeling too hot at all?” you put a hand on his head, eyebrows furrowed as kunikuzushi blinked at your sudden action. it’s not rare that you do this, he knows you like checking his temperature in case something happens to him. although.. he deny the fact that all he’s been staring at was your chest, how close you both were, how he caught sight of your nipples poking up into the shirt, absolutely ridiculous .. did you not wear anything under? he swallowed the lump in his throat as his face began to heat up.
“hm .. enough about that, now, what would you like to do? or even better, what would you want to have as a present?” you pulled away from his body, leading him to the room you both shared, scooting close to him when you both sat on the mattress. “is there anything particular you have in mind?”
he gulped, pretty eyes of his still focused on your cute breasts. fuck.. will he ever catch a break from you? what even is this feeling in his body? this unfamiliar feeling drove him crazy, it’s like he craved for something.. but he just couldn’t put his mind into it, is this one of your doings? unknown to him, you knew where his eyes were settled. you giggled, “kuni? my eyes are up here, y’know?”
“a—ah .. apologies, would you mind repeating that?”
“what gift would you like from me?” you scooted even closer, putting a hand on his arm, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “or.. how about this. would you like me to be your present, kuni?”
he froze in place, unable to move as he was startled by your sudden boldness with him, did he hear you right?
“i’m afraid to say that i don’t know how .. to .. do any of that. i’ve never done such thing before.”
ahh.. you knew what he meant. what a sweet darling he is.
“then let me do the work for you, darling. can i?” you scooted even closer to his body, breasts practically rubbing against his arm as his breath hitched at the sudden contact, nodding at your request, before leaning over to kiss his neck. “i’ll take care of you, okay hun? just let me do everything for you.”
— buuuwwep !! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა
“hmn.. mhm ..” you tightened your grip on his attire, fucking yourself on his cock as your tits bounced continuously, mouth wide open before throwing your head back in pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of kunikuzushi’s cock in your wet pussy. “mmph .. [name] please .. ah—“ kunikuzushi found himself getting lost in the pleasure of this new feeling, cock twitching at how your walls felt around him, he wanted more. way more.
“you like that, darling? you want more?”
“more.. more please hn—“ you chuckled, slamming yourself down on him, the tip of his dick reaching and brushing against the deepest parts in you, oh how much he loved the cute faces you made as you fucked yourself on his cock.. how much he loved how your tits bounced through your shirt. kunikuzushi brought a hand to cup your breasts, hand engulfing your tits fully as a whole. that is until he came back to his senses, dragging his hand away from your breast before you swiftly guided it back towards it.
“s’okay baby, keep touching me. i’m all yours, after all.” that was when kunikuzushi reached his point. he pushed you off of him, catching you off guard as he hesitantly grabbed both of your legs, aligning himself with you before slipping his cock back into your warm cunt. “a—all mine..?” “mhm.. all yours, baby” fuck. kunikuzushi began moving his hips, unable to think of anything else but you, just you. your words of encouragement making his dick twitch, “i’m all yours, after all.” kuni slipped the hem of your shirt way up over your tits, revealing your tits to him. “kuni—“ he took your breast in his mouth, teeth tracing against your flesh. he lifted up one of your legs, pressing it down against the mattress as he rubbed your bud with his thumb. “k—kuni!” he pulled away from your breast, a string of saliva connecting from it to his mouth as he buried himself in your neck, wrapping a hand around your waist to pull both your bodies close together, making it easier for him to abuse your needy hole with his dick.
“mine.. [name] you’re all mine right? gonna make you all mine.” you whined, body shuddering before your clenched around him, your orgasm building up quickly inside of you. your body shook as you cried out in pleasure, cumming on kunikuzushi’s dick. taking in a few gulps of air, you tried calming your breathing down before letting out a loud moan at one sharp thrust. “[name].. i feel something coming.. where do i—“ “inside, kuni. inside” he bit his lip, snapping his hips against yours one last time before releasing his load into you, painting your walls white. the warmth and the euphoric feeling of him cumming inside of you drove you crazy so much that you didn’t even notice how much he came, his load starting to drip out from your soaked pussy and onto the sheets underneath. “h—happy birthday, kuni. i hope that was a— ah!”
you were flipped around, face first on the soft pillows that were under you, kunikuzushi aligning himself with your overstimulated cunt once more as he rammed himself inside of you again. “kuni! i’m sensitive.. please later—“ “need more of you, please..”
“f—fine.. mng! its your.. birthday after all..”
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happy birthday kuni n happy 20th birthday to me !! <33 — Maryse ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა
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apompkwrites · 1 year
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the making of a god || scaramouche
masterlist characters: scaramouche (platonic) genre: angst contains: spoilers for chapter 3 act iii, scaramouche spoilers, character death, injuries summary: how did things end up this way? how did you go from a doll to something more? notes: trying to get back into writing genshin :) had my hoco yesterday and my booster shot right before that. i'm so tired but i still finished the new archon quest :D parts: [the making of a god (1)] || [the betrayal of a god (2)] || [the loss of a god (3)]
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"hng... ngh... nnn..."
"just a bit longer," was all you could hear. you couldn't see anymore, but that was your normal now. they had long since taken your eyes.
"haaaah... blugh... ku... mm..."
"ah, there we are," he hummed, the poking and prodding at your insides finally stopping. it was a strange sensation, feeling anything that is. you weren't made for this, so why? why did you suddenly feel things?
ah, was it then? perhaps it was.
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you could recall the very moment you opened your eyes. a woman with long purple hair stared down at you, here eyes occasionally flicking upwards.
"let's get you sitting up, shall we?" she had hummed, flicking her wrist. as if she had you on strings (which she did, you would later learn), your body moved on its own. you were "sat up" as she called it and the world turned sideways. She seemed pleased with herself as she nodded and, with another flick of her wrist, your head turned to your left.
sitting beside you was a boy, dressed in the same white garb as you. he had the same purple hair as the woman did but his eyes were duller than hers. they were glassy, blobs of tears running down his round cheeks. his face seemed to emulate yours, a wide look of wonder and awe present on his doll-like face. if he looked like you, did you have tears running down your face too?
"now stand," the woman commanded, both of your heads turning back to her. despite her command, neither of you moved. your bodies remained stagnant. and all the woman did was sigh, her hands moving together at the same time. "...i see."
this time, your bodies did move. the woman moved her hands and walked out of the room, you and the other boy following behind her. she stood at a terrace overlooking a world that was... colorful, to say the least. plenty of bright colors that you couldn't identify filled your vision.
and soon it was all you saw as you and the boy were left in a place with many vibrant colors. the woman stared the two of you down before turning away, hurrying off, and disappearing into the colors.
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the next time the colors changed, you were finally able to move. the boy helped you up at first. apparently, he figured out how to move by "observing the surrounding fauna" as he claimed, a string dangling in front of his face. what a smart boy.
you clung to his arms, your hands clasped around his in a vice grip. you couldn't feel anything at first except a slight tingling in your fingertips. and then there was a tingling in your feet and a little tickle that was barely distinguishable from it.
"we were given names," the boy began, keeping his hands on your arms to steady you. "m...mother told me. before you woke up." when you didn't respond, he took it as a sign to continue. he reached up and moved the string out of his face and then moved his hand to brush a part of your veil out of yours. "you were called (name). and i... kunikuzushi."
"ku..." your lips moved like his, copying the words that left his mouth just a moment before. "kuni...kuzu...shi. kuniku... zushi..."
"kunikuzushi," the two of you said together. "(name)."
"kunikuzushi. (name)."
kunikuzushi and (name). that was all you knew how to say at first. perhaps you were defective. kunikuzushi didn't like to say that but it was a word you had heard from him. he liked to call you different. younger. precious.
and you only knew how to call him by his name or by the little syllables that made it up. you often yelled out for him as you got used to "walking" as he explained. you waddled around aimlessly, occasionally tripping over the strings that tangled up around your feet and ankles.
kunikuzushi only laughed lightly, helping you back up to your feet and brushing away the "leaves" and "petals" that clung to your veil. and then he would take your hand, promising to keep you steady as you walked away from where you were "abandoned".
you learned a lot of words from kunikuzushi during that trip. you learned a lot of words from your big brother.
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"monster" was the first word you learned from someone other than your brother. "monster!" the boy cried out as he held up his hammer in defense. you and kunikuzushi stood in his workplace, hand in hand prepared to learn more from him, just as you did the day before. but why was today any different?
why was he so scared of you two? what did "monster" mean and why was he calling you that. that wasn't your name!
"kunikuzushi. (name)," you had tried to explain motioning towards your brother and yourself. it all had to be a misunderstanding, right? maybe he thought "monster" was your name, right?
"monster!" he hurled his hammer at you, the edge he used to flatten the weapons thumping against your chest. a dull pounding resounded in the spot the hammer had hit.
kunikuzushi cried out to you as you fell, his hand shakily hovering over the hole that now appeared on your body. you whimpered, clutching onto his kimono sleeve. he shushed you, hurriedly covering your face with your veil and scooping you up into his arms, running away as the boy continued to cry out "monster! monster!"
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"promise" was the second word you learned from someone other than your brother.
the boy was smaller this time and kunikuzushi had to remind you that, no, this was not the same "monster" boy that caused the hole in your chest. this boy was giggly, holding up his hands to you and kunikuzushi.
"fluff" flowers surrounded the three of you and the boy only giggled more when the fluff was caught in your hair and in your brother's clothes. his laughs grew louder when you pointed at the fluff that also covered him.
"promise to come back?" he asked the day you met him. you looked over at kunikuzushi, your precious big brother who always knew what to say. he glanced over at you before nodding to the boy.
"we promise." and you would "fulfill" that promise as your brother said. you came back the next day. and the next. and the next. the next. the next. the next.
and you continued to return every day, even when the boy was in no mood to laugh, his parents nowhere to be found. you continued to return every day until you didn't need to anymore, having permanently moved into his home because he was "ill".
you didn't know what that meant at first. you figured it was something big as your brother always coddled the boy, especially when he was unable to move like you and kunikuzushi upon your "birth".
"promise... to come back?" he had asked you the last day you saw him.
"only if you promise to be here when we do," kunikuzushi replied. and the boy nodded, his doll clutched in his hand and a little cough escaping his lips.
he didn't fulfill his promise.
the lavender melon your brother cradled in his arms fell to the ground with a thud, rolling to the side as you almost fell to your knees. you managed to stay standing before rushing over to the boy, your hands landing on his shoulders.
"you promised..." you whimpered, shaking him. "you promised... promised, promised, promised...!"
you and your brother left that very night, the only remnants of the house being the small doll the boy had "died" with. your brother trembled as the place you used to live in burnt to the ground, the boy's body still inside.
"let's go," he urged, tugging you over to the path that was covered in snow. he paused for a moment, lifted a conical hat onto his head, adjusted your veil to cover your face, and returned to the road.
it was just you two, he promised. just the two of you from now on.
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he promised... and yet here you were. dangling in the air with tubes and rods shoved into your body. it was the same as your birth, your body no longer under your control. you felt like you still had strings attached to your limbs. the hole in your chest was now blocked by a single tube that led to some sort of box if you remembered correctly.
your eyes were taken near the beginning of this "project" as the man called it.
"our god will need them more than you," he explained when you asked. and when you asked why all you felt was searing pain from your body, he would only respond with a single word, "test". when you asked why you could no longer feel your leg, he told you "our god is in need of one."
kunikuzushi, you wanted to cry out. you could still feel tears running down your cheeks. did you look like him when he was first born? kunikuzushi, please!
he promised. he promised it would just be you two. and he betrayed you. did he even know? did he even care?
maybe you could think about that after you slept. you were awfully tired. what a new and interesting feeling.
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fatuifucker · 2 years
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stream clip: posting your boobs on twitter so scara can win a twitter poll
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PAIRING = streamer! scaramouche x fem-sex reader (they/them pronouns used but mention of boobs)
WARNINGS = boobplay (reader receiving), not canon to sucker series storyline, scuffed writing
W/C = 0.5k
A/N = from this post, yayy congrats on scara for winning and thank you scaranation for helping! also not...very...proud of it though,, despite my love for boobs, i don't read wlw smut so i don't know how to write them :shrug: i'm sorry i'll try harder next time aaaaaaaaa
TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @teallapril, @lovediluc, @yumixxn (i can't tag some of you guys sorry)
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scara☆lover @yn-reader
If Scara wins I'll post a pic of my boobs
[stream deja vu!! @best-streamers
round one: 06ScaraBalladeer vs KoushiWhale]
scara-sama @06ScaraBalladeer
They said it! A vote for me is a vote for free boobs!
[scara☆lover @yn-reader
If Scara wins I'll post a pic of my boobs]
You: Kuni
You: What did you do?
Kuniku<3: Huh what are you talking about
Kuniku<3: How far are you from home? I want my cake
You: Kuni, you know what you retweeted
Kuniku<3: Oh that…hehe, just a little encouragement to get people voting for me
Kuniku<3: Aka the most prettiest doll in the universe
Kuniku<3: You wouldn't let me lose, would you?
You: Kuni.
Kuniku<3: Besides when I win, we'll get more clout for the channel
Kuniku<3: And you said you'd do anything to help me grow, riiiight?
You: …
"Get a good shot. We need to thank them properly, don't you think?"
You position the phone close to your chest — showcasing your assets while concealing your face from view. Scara's signature lace gloves cup your breasts, his breath blowing into your ear as he orders you to take a picture.
"That's good enough," he says, snatching the phone from you and going on your account.
"I'm surprised you're okay with that. I thought you didn't want me to sell my body."
"It's fine, we'll deleting the post in a minute." He removes his gloves and tosses it aside. "And it's not like they'll know that you're my s/o. They'll just think I'm rewarding a fan, probably make some creepy comments, which all means more clout." He taps the post button before leaving the phone on the table and reaching over to grab a bottle of lotion. “Now that’s done…let me appreciate you too.”
Kuni squirts out a few pumps of the lotion, spreading it evenly atop his palms. The delicate scent of rain and lavender is pleasing and even therapeutic; well, you bought it for Kuni because of its calming properties. He shifts his body, spreading his legs as an invitation for you to come closer. Knowing what he intends on doing, you lean your back against his chest.
Kuni’s hands make their way to your chest and gently kneads your breasts. His thumbs dig at the flesh, the pads of his fingers putting the right amount of pressure. He hums as spreads the sticky white substance all over your mounds, and you know he’s smiling behind you.
“Poor thing, look at all this tension you’ve built up,” Kuni coos. “You’ve been working so hard for my sake, haven’t you?” His fingers circle around your areola, making you jump when he roughly pinches your nipples. “What a good little producer I have.”
Burying his face into your nape, Kuni continues to massage your tits, drinking in all your whimpers and cries. The lavender scent — that was meant to calm you down — is hypnotic, the squelchy sounds of the viscous liquid on skin adding to the muddled mess in your mind. You weakly call out his name, but the only salvation you received was a warm tongue gliding the shell of your ear. All you could do is sink into his hold, shutting your eyes as you succumb to the pleasure.
“Hehe, (Name), you truly are adorable.”
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Scaramouche joining the roster
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[Name]: Everyone, may I please have your attention.
Venti: I listen to you, your Grace.
[Name]: Venti, don't be a kissass.
[Name]: Anyway, we have a new person joining us today. Everyone, please welcome Kuniku- I mean Scara- Wanderer. Just Wanderer. Call him Wanderer.
Everyone: Hello, Wanderer.
Venti: How are you?
Traveller: Hey, new guy. Don't worry about fitting in, just stick with me and you'll be okay.
Wanderer: O-okay?
[Name]: Traveller, why are you holding that bat?
Traveller, holding a bat full of nails: What bat?
[Name]: The one in your hand.
Traveller: Oooohhh... Initiation.
[Name]: Are the nails really necessary?
Traveller: Kazuha? Are the nails necessary?
Kazuha: Pretty damn crucial, Traveller.
Traveller: ... Kazuha says yes.
[Name]: Okay, have fun.
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jasmyluv · 1 year
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011. Are you satisfied?
this happens on January 4th, sorry for the time skip hehe
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After what seemed like hours of staring at the same book, you finally look at the clock.
“2:39 AM” Your digital clock said. You sigh for the nth time, your body almost falling because of exhaustion. 
“Study, study, study. That’s what they all said, fuckers.” You whisper under your breath as you write down your answers for the practice exercise.
“Like they can even get as good grades as me. Who am I kidding, of course they can.” You realize your mistake, shaking it off and continue to write. Your hand hurts and your eyes are begging to close. But I can’t stop until I get all this perfectly. 
‘You can’t learn properly if you’re tired, and hungry.’ A certain someone told you. You never bothered to listen. Studying was more important anyway.
A few minutes later, your body was screaming that they can’t do it anymore, maybe you’ll let them win this one. You drag your tired body all the way to your bed, not bothering to fix anything or turning off your lamp. Your midterms were at 2:00 PM anyway.
[Timeskip: 9:32 AM, January 5]
It’s 9:30, a little bit later than usual but it was fine. You quickly hop into the shower, change into pants and a seemingly oversized sweater from a certain someone, toast bread, packed your bag, got your notes and went on your way to get coffee, you could not function without it.
You walk inside the new coffee shop, enjoying the sweet aroma of coffee and pastries in the air. Walking towards the counter, you see a familiar blondie.
“Signora?” You call out. Immediately, she turns her head back and her eyes sparkle.
“Hi, [Name]. What would you like today?” She says, calm and collected. How is she not stressing over midterms?
“Uhm, a latte is alright with me.” You say. As she puts in your order and prints out the receipt to give to you, you study your notes, trying to get as much study as you can. You sit by a vacant seat in the shop, waiting for your order.
“Can’t you stop studying for a bit and look up? Your latte’s getting cold too.” You hear a snarky tone of someone’s you know all too well. (did you see what i did there)
“Hi, Kuniku-Scaramouche.” You quickly cut yourself off, forgetting about his new name. You didn’t bother looking up from your notes, getting your latte and taking a sip from it.
“Hello. What are you doing here?” He asks, obviously knowing already. 
“Studying.” You answer with a simple remark.
“Hmm, ok. Let me test you.” He snatches away your notes, looking at what you’ve written.
“Your handwriting sucks.”
“Thanks.”
“Ok, in statistics, what is an outlier?” He asks the first question, looking at you afterwards.
“It is the strange data points that fall far from other observations. Outliers may be mistakes, or they require further investigation.” You explain what an outlier is with ease. 
“Good god, this is going to be boring.” Scaramouche whispers, not seeing how you could hear him.
“Come on, I need as much time as I need to study.”
[Timeskip: 1:54 PM, Examination Room]
You enter the room with Scaramouche and Signora, who you both waited for so her shift could be over and you three can walk there together, though, separating because each strand has different rooms. Yours is room 318.
“Let’s hope this exam isn’t too hard.” You say, looking at the many students panicky looking at their notes. Did they not study or something? 
You put your bag beside you, sitting down and getting your notes out once more, just like the rest of the students.
Five minutes later, you heard a voice. “Alright, students. This is your first quarter midterms. Do your best, this will count for 40% of your final grade. Put all notes, notebooks, and textbooks in your bags.” You hear Sir Zhongli announce to the room. After doing what is asked, you silently go over what you’ve studied.
“Your test papers have been passed. You have an hour and thirty minutes to complete your test. Good luck.” With that, everyone starts writing, the faint scribbles of your pen can only be heard.
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Of All People... - scaramouche x fem!reader smau
SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who've you'd hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?
Fun facts!
[Name] was wearing Kazuha's sweater
[Name]'s dorm looks like it was owned by a mathematician
Signora is the "pretty lady who works at the coffee shop" in [Name]'s character description, if you still remember it
Childe #1 #scarayn shipper even if they don't have feelings for each other
Tag list;
@viridescent-ivy @sakiimeo @cynzcir @lxry-chxn @stopandget-help @r0ttenhearts @h-8chi @thenightsflower @killuixz @linn-a-a @vodkistt @raideneiari @yuyan @layla240 @barbatosfavouritenun @plinkuro @taikabae @beriiov @ghostxrism @rifran @elakari @kairxse @belovedxiao @alwaysmentallyill @mellowknightcolorfarm @xingyunclouds @scooofyaei @nambii @scaraapologist @samyayaya @kunikuzushisbeloved @dee-bignuts @kaekazuha04 @monochromaticelliot @erosdevil @wisteriarain
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twistedkans · 1 year
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Worn Out Puppet
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→ A Scaramouche and GN!Traveler / Reader fic, takes place sometime after Scaramouche's boss battle.
Warnings: Scaramouche spoilers Characters: Scaramouche, Traveler Word Count: 869
(A/N: I started this prior to the 3.3 update, so I didn't plan for it to align with Wanderer's quest, but it's still canon compliant - 🪄) (A/N #2: I proofread this :] (pees my pants out of sheer amazement) (like a toddler) (on steroids) - 🪞)
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Tired. He’s tired, and you can tell. Anyone could, really, just a single glance at his small, frail body gives away more than he would like to believe. His eyes, devoid of all light, a dull shade of blue that almost looks gray, eyelids almost completely shut, as if he is waiting for a chance to rest. He sits, back straight but his head remains lowered, as if he’s afraid of you.
You know he’s afraid of you.
A fallen soldier, the shell of a young boy robbed of the blissful ignorance that is one’s childhood, instead forced to face reality at its harshest, and pay the price for his own actions. He knew nothing but abandonment and betrayal, his mind having twisted the words to fit every instance of loss. You cannot bring yourself to blame his creator, she who he called his mother, but you can’t blame him for his own actions, either.
Not when he looks at you, ready to accept whatever punishment you would deem fit.
Not when he looks at you, waiting for you to abandon him too.
He doesn’t talk these days, not to you at least. It is a stark contrast to the person you remember fighting in Sumeru, even more so to the boy you met in Mondstadt, the “vagrant from Inazuma.” You can remember his smile, his laugh, and you find yourself missing that part of him. In this state, he truly is like a puppet.
You do recall one conversation you had with him, not long ago.
“Balladeer, are you–”
“Don’t call me that.” His sharp words were nothing but hollow in your ears. You could tell, by the way his voice strained, that he hadn’t spoken much at all.
So, he didn’t want to be the Balladeer anymore? Well, that was fine, you didn’t mind. “What would you like to be called instead?” He gave you no answer.
“Scaramouche?”
“No.” Alright, he was burying that name too. It would be difficult to commit a different name to memory, but his security mattered to you above all else.
But, what to call him…
“...Kuniku–”
“No!” You flinched away, but tried not to show any distress. He crossed his arms over his chest, his body trembling just enough to be noticed by your attentive eyes.
You waited, hoping he would say something else, at least an answer to your question. But alas, he had reached his limit, and the last thing you wanted was to upset him further. “I’ll give you some space,” you muttered, before turning to the door and leaving, careful to shut it behind you as quietly as possible.
You’ve been told of all the trouble he has been causing everyone. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, he spouts nothing but insults at any of the guards and even Nahida, who’s done nothing but treat him with kindness and hospitality.
He despises humans, and he despises the gods even more. You’re neither.
“You must be so tired,” you say, and his head shoots up. He stares at you with lost eyes, although he is more attentive than before. You give him a warm smile, and he scowls in response.
“So much has happened, don’t you think?”
“Shut up.”
You pause. He glares at you, his eyes glued to you as you take a seat in one of the chairs sitting nearby. This was going to take some time.
“You’re not a bad guy, no matter what some people may say.” To that, he says nothing. You think maybe he intends to ignore you until you leave. But that’s not so bad, is it? At least now, perhaps you’ll get the opportunity to say all the things that have been on your mind these past few months.
His glare settles into a weak stare, and you are reminded of his pitiful state. “I understand you, why you keep fighting. ‘Winning’ is hopeless at this point, you have to know that. But you also know that, if you stop fighting, you’ll have to face your past, and all of those emotions you have buried deep within yourself. But, would–”
“Stop trying, whatever you’re trying to do. All of your efforts will be for nothing.”
“Because you think I’ll leave you, too?”
He doesn’t say anything as he lets his head fall. You watch his feet shift against the carpet for a moment, before turning to the window that stands next to you both. Is this a bad idea? Do you know what you’re doing?
You shake your head, pushing those thoughts away. Maybe, you would admit, you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, but this…child deserves your help.
You sigh. “I know you don’t want to listen to me, but let me tell you this: I am not going to leave you. I won’t abandon you. Even if you won’t let me help you, I will be here for you, whenever you need someone.”
There is nothing more you can offer. If he hates you, fine, but you will keep to your word.
You hear him mutter something, although you’re tempted to believe it was just the wind with how quiet his voice is.
“Thank you, Traveler.”
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To Be Betrayed and to Betray.
(Part 1/?)
SPOILERS FOR 3.1
I might add more parts dunno.
Summary: During Scaramouche's past, he met you. You were someone who never betrayed him someone who loved him with your entire being. Seems like he didn't feel the same. He left.
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"I'm leaving." These were the last words Kuniku-, No these were the last words Scaramouche said to you as he left. Not once looking back. Were you not deserving of an explanation?
After Scaramouche left you. You were filled with rage, sorrow, and heartbreak.
He told you about his plans once.
To become a God.
To become numb to all emotions.
Though you always thought that was him just making impossible plans or a spur-of-the-moment thing. How silly of you to think that. Only after he left to join the fatui... you realised that his words may have some truth behind them.
"The first to betray me was a God, my creator, my mother." You recall him telling you in a moment of weakness. "The next? My friend....my family" Did he not view you as that all that time you two were together? "The last was someone like me. Who broke his promise." You remember the pain in his eyes as he told you his story. Was it all an act? Did he let you in just to crush you after?
All those moments you two spent together, were they just all one-sided? Those moments of intimacy, happiness, and shared weaknesses all for nothing?
"What a joke" you talk to yourself "What an amazing joke! I should have known..." Tears you were holding back finally escaped your eyes. You furiously rub them away. "...He that was betrayed will only betray others."
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yet another addition to my scaraether+kid series because apparently now it's a series MASTERPOST
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"Ei!" Venti crashes loudly into Tenshukaku. "Congrats on the grandkid!"
It only takes Zhongli one look at her confused face to understand. "Venti..." He looks so, so sad. Why does he look so sad? "She didn't know."
The world crashes on her. "Don't know what? What do you mean grandkid?"
She hesitantly knocks on Aether's mansion's door.
It takes a short while, but it finally opens. "Aether, I- what are you doing here?"
"Kuni-"
"My name is Scaramouche."
"Scaramouche, I... Is it true I have a grandkid?"
He closes the door behind him, making her step back on the patio. Her eyes fall on the Anemo Vision hanging from his chest like a medal. How had he changed, since she last saw him... "So now I'm your son, mother?"
"You have always been, Ku- Scaramouche. What do you mean?"
"You abandoned me!" He laughs bitterly. "You abandoned me in Shakkei Pavillion, because I wasn't good enough, and now you go around saying you always cared? Tell me, if you care so much, have you asked your oh-so-darling Miko what I've done, in the centuries since you created me? Has she told you who I'd become, how for a time I still believed you to be good?"
"I... Gave you freedom. Upon being created, you cried. I could not force you to rule in my stead, not when the world can be a cruel place..."
"I still ended up cruel. Come on, answer my question, or are you a coward?" He sneers.
"I only asked Miko if you were alright. And she said that you'd be. I figured you were living on your own path, and let the topic be."
"See? You say you care, you say you gave me freedom, but you never asked! You never asked me what I wanted to do, you never looked for me, after finding out I was still roaming the earth!" He crosses his arms. "Face it. You can't care. That's why you discarded me. Because I can do something you can't."
"You have an Anemo Vision."
"That Buer and Aether helped me achieve."
"And a child."
"I am a far better parent than you." He opens the door, not even looking at her. "Now go. I will never allow you to meet my son. If he'll want to seek you out? It will only be by his choice, when he's older. I won't let you hurt him."
"Scaramouche, wait-"
The door slams in her face. She sighs, teleporting away and back to Tenshukaku.
"So, how'd it go?"
"I fear I have messed up. Miko, can you tell me everything you know about Kuniku- Scaramouche?"
Aether walks in, and immediately notices Scaramouche's mood. "My darling, is everything okay?"
"She wanted to meet Arden." He hides his face in the crook of Aether's neck. "She... Ugh, she makes my blood boil."
Arden chooses that moment to lightly tug on Scaramouche's shorts. "Chichi, look! I made this for you!"
Scaramouche hoists him up, taking a careful look at the drawing, a depiction of him and Aether on either side of the child, Buer, Paimon and various Aranara filling the rest of the picture. "The quality is somewhat lacking, but nothing that practice can't fix. Still, you managed to catch mamy details. I'm impressed."
"Thank you!" Arden squirms in his hold, and Aether cages him in, an arm snaking around Scaramouche's waist. "Papa, that tickles!"
Aether laughs. "Well, then, how about you go set the table, hm? And then you can tell chichi all about the fun day we had." Once Arden is in the kitchen, he turns to Scaramouche. "We don't need her, if you don't want her to be involved."
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the-6th-harbringer · 5 months
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he called you kuniku..............
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whisperingwinters · 1 year
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I just realized I’m the only one who calls Scara “Kuniku” like niko niko nii. Idk why but it’s cute ig
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hematomes · 1 year
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According to them ,they took the Ko from Kuni
Ne from ni in Kuni
And ko from the second Ku in kunikuzushi.
When I asked them why they changed how the parts sound they said it was cuz Kuniku didn't sound cute enough.
Then I said how does your brain function.
outstanding coincidence
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