"FUCK YOU" Scaramouche said calmly
"FUCK YOU" Scaramouche said calmly
I love how for Scaramouche, a god literally created him in their image, but he said “fuck that” and transed his gender anyways.
Childe & Scaramouche finding you trying on their mask/hat x GN Reader
Summary: Title says it all.
why is this tagged in x reader? cuz i know this fanbase better than i know the fnaf lore. and i KNOW the fnaf lore.
warnings: swearing, woz being impulsive and herself, probably bad spelling idk, improper grammar? english is hard and its my first language too.
jean: my teacher taught me that. hes dead now but he was also gay.
venti: i envy your teacher.
childe: im like... half bi.
scaramouche: that literally just means youre either straight or gay what the fuck is wrong with you
amber: im hanging on to this class by a thread
kaeya: there was never a thread for me. i walked into the class, looked at the teacher, and immediately accepted the fact that she was going to fail me.
ningguang (trying to use dark humor): the paper is due next class! dont kill yourselves ;p
xiao: well there go my saturday plans ig.
baizhu: top 3 sexiest bald men: vin diesel, mr clean, and pitbull
hu tao: lmao i think you have a type
baizhu: really? and what might that be
hu tao: bald me-
hu tao: ....
baizhu: did i fucking stutter.
honestly i miss our teacher. shes a bitch and old and is gonna die soon but she gave me a person to blame for the insane amounts of anger i have bottled up inside me. yes i go to therapy, no it doesnt help. - diluc
HOW HIGH IS THE NET? TOO HIGH! fuckin bitch. - scaramouche
(a cheer in volleyball that we use to piss off the opposing team when they hit the ball into the net. this one girl picked a fight with me and i was about to break her nose to give her a good reason to get a nose job cuz she fuckin needed it)
K THATS ALL RN IM NOT SICK ANYMORE SO THATS DOPE!
LOVE YALL AND ASKS R OPEN!
“This puppet wandered Inazuma as an ordinary human male with his own consciousness until… the Fatui took an interest in him”
No thoughts just idol!Scaramouche
But really imagine how sweet he is to his audience, and how handsome he is. The perfect idol, unless he’s behind closed doors. That’s when the real him comes out and it’s horrible. Maybe one day idol!y/n, a big fan of the Balladeer, sees him for how he really is.
Would they see him differently, or would they be understanding and treat him the same as always? Or maybe our precious y/n is the same way as Scara….
Summary - Scaramouche is not a hopeless romantic. But perhaps...
Pairings - gn!Reader x Scaramouche
A/N - I wrote this on a whim listening to asmr of rain after a super bad day at school and volleyball. Fictional characters really are the best <3
The soft pitter patter of the rain on wood awoke Scaramouche, a gentle soothing noise that sang only of sleep and a lazy day. The harsh winds howling in the distance, leaves brushing against the glass of his window as it bounced up and down with the droplets. Calm, he felt safe in the warmth of his covers, letting sleep overtake him.
“I love you.”
Your lips pressed against his forehead was the second contact to crack his eyes open. The rain once again playing the sluggish morning anthem, coaxing him into the new warmth beside him as you slipped underneath his covers.
Scaramouche stared half lidded, “What is this?”
The covers were a beige, a darker shade of pillows complimenting the palette of the room. But the curtains covered all but the tree that lobbed to the side, casting a dark hue into the room and maintaining the morning at a slow pace.
He didnt hesitate when mumbling, “Disgusting,” under his breath. And it was only when you pulled away that he leaned further into you. His small body flushed against yours, you wouldve been able to see the slight tint of red on his cheeks if you looked down.
You leaned back down on your back, and Scaramouche followed suite and cuddled up on top of you. His head on your chest with both hands on either side of you.
“Do it again.”
It was you who was tired, slow when chuckling at his giddy response. “Hm?”
“This…” Pensive eyes now seemed fully awake as he hesitated, a bitter taste on his tongue at the mere word. “Affection.”
He knew the words that you held back, the same, ‘you’re so cute,’ stare you always gave him when he was soft. When he spoke with his heart and not his mind, letting the words he wanted to let go fall with the morning rain. Because you were his sanctuary, the roof in his haven that held back the bad weather. Kept the raging storms in his head at bay, holding him so close, suffocatingly so that all he could think about was you.
Scaramouche was not a hopeless romantic.
You leaned down at his request, pressing your lips against his skin once more before pulling away. Again, the same warmth ran through his veins, quickly sweeping through the rest of his body and leaving the heat of the blanket a hoax in comparison to your touch.
He was not a hopeless romantic.
But perhaps he’d consider it, for you.
Still have not done the fandango
Day 16: "Please stay." "No." - Scaramouche
God I really do not like this one, so kindly treat it as a short scenario aha--
His face was eerily smooth, and you knew he was hiding his emotions, tucking them all away behind a raging storm of anger and bluster. Contrary to popular belief, he was actually very caring. But most people knew him as the Balladeer, the terrifying Harbinger with a cruel streak a mile wide. Only behind closed doors did he let that veneered mask drop away. He loved you, that you knew. But it was so hard to get him to say it. Why wouldn't he say it? He'd shower you in lavish gifts and pretty words, but he'd never say "I love you", even under the threat of death. He never neglected his Harbinger duties either, even though you would beg him to stay. Just for a second. A minute. A day. Always, he had this expression on his face. An oddly conflicted look, like he wanted to, but he didn't quite know how to. Every time he left, you would beg: "Please stay." And every time: "No." He would reject. You asked him, one day. "Why don't you tell me you love me?" "I don't know if I can tell a lie."
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podfic of Cardinal written by taiyakii
“Enough of the poetry,” Scaramouche snaps hastily, mostly to spare himself from more of this perpetual torment. “Find something better to do with your mouth.”
Kazuha pauses at that, surprise ghosting over his face as he tilts his head, and Scaramouche savors in his temporary victory, in the triumph of having caught the other off guard at last. Until--
“Is that an offer, Lord Harbinger?”
Or, Kazuha and Scaramouche are sleeping together. And Scaramouche absolutely, definitely, does not fall in love.
🎶Scaramouche 🎶scaramouche🎶 will you do the fandango?🎶
i have this saved as “the girls are fighting.png”
the many expressions of scaramouche
No. Our favourite Harbinger is not playable yet.
day 91: teyvat senior citizen ad
there is this guy. . .
aka, what type of a love interest/character in general would the genshin men be?
characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kaedehara kazuha, xiao
category/warnings: fluff, angst, bittersweet, way too many tropes for me to list out
note: nvm yall i pulled through my phone is not gonna stop me
albedo as your academic rival, the one that drives you to be better than you were ever before, the one you despise with all your heart for a reason you can’t even remember anymore. the one that you get paired up with for a semester-long project, the one that turns out not to be as bad as you made him out to be, the one that steals your kiss on one of your many study nights. it’s sudden and unexpected, but not unwelcome, with the way he’s putting his hands in your hair and shying away from your eyes when you break away.
childe being the one you bump into when you’re hurrying to your interview in the morning. clumsily throwing a sorry at him and proceeding to run, not even turning back to see what he does. childe being the last person you expect to see when you walk into the room at the company you’re trying to get a job at. him, silently laughing when he notices your horrified eyes and assuring you it’s okay, because he’s not your employer and just someone you’ll work with if you get the job (and he says he’s sure you will while winking at you). and, somehow, his words of reassurance, those words from a stranger make you believe in yourself.
diluc being the one you get into an arranged marriage with. he’s cold and aloof, never smiling, and you dread the rest of your life by his side. but, it turns out he’s surprisingly gentle the more time you spend with him — with his actions and words, everything seeming to be thought through and over. he gives you your favorite flowers for the first time, simply remembering them because you mentioned them in a conversation once, and you think that maybe it won’t be that bad. you think that maybe, you could learn to love him.
kaeya as your childhood best friend, the one always by your side. the one being there when you were going through your first heartbreak, the one being there when you go from strength to strength, the one supporting you ‘till the very end. the one standing next to you on your wedding, although not as the one you’re marrying. but he tells himself it’s okay. it always is, as long as he sees you smile — even if it’s not at him.
kaedehara kazuha — the owner of a little flower shop you stumble upon while exploring your neighboring area. you have no idea how you missed it before and so when you decide to step in and get welcomed by the ringing of a small bell above the door, you aren’t expecting someone that looks like an angel greeting you. he’s quite charming, with his soft voice and way of speaking in poems and his knowledge about the plants that are everywhere around him. you promise you’ll try to come back and he only smiles and says it’s alright. i have a feeling fate will bring us back to each other anyways, you think to yourself and you couldn’t be more right.
xiao as the friend that went missing years ago and suddenly showing up on your doorstep, all bloodied and with a dizzy look in his eyes. i’m sorry, i didn’t know where to go, he murmures before passing out in your arms. he refuses to tell you anything when he wakes up; refuses to say where he’s been all those years, refuses to explain why he had injuries all over his body, refuses to tell you how he knew where you were living. he’s different, but at the same time all the same — he’s the same boy you’d find yourself waking up in class, the same boy you gave flirting tips to when he had a crush. he’s different, but he’s still your xiao and so you don’t force him. but you’re also not letting him go that easy again and when you tell him that, he seem panicked but at the same time relieved. maybe, just maybe, you think to yourself, he missed you the same way you missed him.