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So I completely forgot I ran a blog LOL but as of recently I’m learning how to make visual novels, so I was wondering if you guys could help decide what the plot should be. I’m open to any suggestions! For the VN Or any fic ideas

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A small bit for the yan!Aether fic I’ve been doing small pieces of it everyday like some sort of puzzle-

CW: unhealthy behaviour from both aether and you. Nothing to big. Also Slight Alhaitham x reader

crunchy ass writing below

Here’s it is in all its glory

You were in love, in love with glowing amber eyes, golden silky hair, gentle touches. You could go on and on about how you’d worship him, he was your sun and you were a insignificant planet orbiting around him.

The first time you met him, in Liyue during the lantern rite, you were immediately obsessed you’d beg to help his commissions, keeping him away from the people who’d try to talk to him, do every small chore he had saying he needed rest and not to worry about all the small things, all while you sneakily take a few trinkets of his. At some point you had even asked him if you could accompany him in his travels, to your surprise he agreed! You were ecstatic, being able to spend every second every moment with your beloved aether? Giddily you follow him like a little duckling clinging on to the golden boy for attention, pampering him wherever he went, keeping him away from other possible rivals that dare to try and take aether. You were obsessed with him.

You two were now in sumeru, specifically it’s dense forest. The moon was covered by the massive trees and vines but you didn’t mind the campfire was still warm as you and aether huddled close to it. Gazing at the blond haired traveller you smile. Spots of moonlight that managed to penetrate past the vines shine on aethers face making him look even more etherial. Gently you stroke his cheek moving hair out of his eyes. You continue to admire his smooth skin, you wouldn’t let anyone take him, he is the centre of your world and seeing him leave would cause you to collapse from the inside out. Quietly you hold him, the night was cold you wouldn’t want him to get sick.

Aether yawned while he carefully lifted himself up from your arms, the fire had long gone cold. Turning around he gently shook your body to wake you up. Groaning your eyes slowly open before immediately shutting again from the burning light, aether giggles “we need to pack up, just a few more hours till we reach sumeru” quickly stumbling off the ground you began to haphazardly put your and aethers things away, thoughts of a plush bed fill your mind. Once everything was packed you shove fruit into aethers hand his head tilts, this was the last fruit after all, one of your favourites to. “Eat, you’ll need it more then I do” you gently say while re braiding aethers soft hair. He only nods biting into the juicy apple relaxing into your touch.

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I’ve been thinking about a obsessive reader falling in love with someone specifically aether. Reader then falls out of love with him, Maybe you start to realize how unhealthy this is or you’ve fallen in love for another? but you were so intertwined with him and his life that aether starts to desperately get you back, only to find out you are no longer interested in him, then he falls down the rabbit hole of yanderes.

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Love me please?

Art NOT mine art by: ZerudaArt on twt

Who knew I could write a 1.5k word fanfic but I can’t write a roughly 3k word essay in 5 months

↳Warnings: yandere childe, implied stalking, implied masochist childe, implied break in

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Childe, that name seethed through your teeth, Mr popular, the playboy of Teyvat collage. One way you’d describe him was- well, predictable, he had everyone at their knees for him, girls warming his bed and guys begging to be around him to pick up Childe’s leftovers. Like every romance cliché you’ve read, you have to admit you were a sucker for them; they were a good read, but being in a cliché situation? Not as much.

As of recently, Childe’s Infatuation with you had hit an all-time high. Not only was he following you around like a lost puppy pawing at your jacket, constantly begging for your attention, at some point, he started to gift little trinkets you’d eye on your days off. Days where you were supposedly alone. This in return, it caused you to gain some attention and not the good kind; the jealous glares and nasty comments you’d get when you’d walk about the halls with or without Childe clinging to your arm were unbearable. Yes, he was a pretty man, intelligent and somewhat kind but that doesn’t mean you’d be ecstatic when he stuck to you whenever you stepped foot in the school

And the urge to punch this man square in the face was almost overwhelming. You wanted him gone

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You had a morning class. Damn you for putting this much torture on yourself. You groaned, the sun was barely up, and you had been feeling a little under the weather for most of the week, but it wasn’t worth not going to school. Slowly, you begin to do your morning routine, still feeling sluggish while you walk out the door, but what makes it worse is just in the corner of your eyes, you spot a pretty face outside your house, Childe. You mentally groaned, god you were so fed up with his presence you needed him out of your life. If he hadn’t clung to you all the time, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten all those nasty threats, and you wouldn’t constantly be avoiding people left and right trying to keep yourself safe; the possibilities are endless. You begin to make your way onto the sidewalk, getting a better view of Childe.

How did he know where you live?

Walking past the boy, you side-eyed him, and he ran after you. “Aw, couldn’t even say hello? Good morning?” He laughed, taking his place by your side and grabbing your arm, “what do you want.” Eyebrows scrunched; you didn’t want to talk to him, especially this early morning. He replied with a giggle, then a hum “can’t I spend time with my favourite person?”

Scoffing, you try to shake him off; what is his problem? Insisting on spending every second of every day with you- every moment of your life was filled with him! Childe this, Childe that! The more you had him around you the more you begin to despise the ginger. You elbow him as hard as you can, making Childe stumble back, eyes wide. You give him the best glare you can muster before walking away, leaving a stunned ginger on the pavement.

He’s not letting you go. He’ll never will he let you go.

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The rest of your morning- no, the day was strangely uneventful. Crude remarks were still sent your way, but a certain ginger was missing. You enjoyed the silence but, at the same time, dreaded it. Where was he? You’d wait for the moment he’d arrive and start leeching at you like some blood-sucking parasite, but that moment never came. Even though he wasn’t here you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched like eyes following you everywhere, not the jealous stares, but different ones that burned through your head down to your back. A shiver ran through your body. Picking up the pace, you swiftly exit the building. You were not staying here any longer.

Although you wish the feeling would stop once you got home, it had just worsened. You wanted to bundle yourself up and hide away, but you were being paranoid right? It had to be! It must’ve been the lack of Mr popular today. You weren’t used to the lack of attention from him and the other students. That night you fell asleep with the sound of clicking, too stressed to care about anything but sleep and to care about the small blinking lights in your room.

Days passed the feeling of being watched never stopped, even when Childe came running back to your side, clutching your arm even more than usual. Doesn’t he have his friend group to hang out with? With that pretty face and intelligence he’d bound to have a big group of friends. God, you were starting to think he didn’t have any. You laugh dryly

Soon your mind and body begin to deteriorate, and shaky hands and constant glances behind to cover your windows with thick cloth instead of the flimsily blinds you once had. Childe hadn’t helped your stress either; his creepy glances and the lingering touches he left only made you want to cover up more. But with time, you grew used to this feeling noticing something else, Childe. Over the days, you began to see little changes with him. How he started to smell like your body washes, clean tucked shirts turned into hoodies eerily similar to yours, how he started to bring up your old and new interests out of nowhere. The nail on the coffin was how he pinpointed your locations outside school. He’s always there, in the corner of your eye, in the background of your life.

This is it. You’d had enough.

The day you were supposed to be on a small blind date was ruined. Childe had again found out which cafe you were going to, stormed the place, mocked your date and even went as far as trying to start a fight, which had prompted you to backhand him before he could lay hands on the poor boy. Profusely apologizing to your date, you told them you would reach out another time if they were willing. Turning back, you faced Childe who had a dazed smile on his flushed face. You bit your lip and dragged him out of the cafe throwing him out, yelling insults upon insults about how you’d make sure he’d never ruin another day in your life; all while his smile began to fade. Breathing heavily, you turn to leave, only to be stopped by a tight grip, one tight enough to leave bruises on your arm. Once again, you were facing Childe, and instead of a dazed smile, you were faced with a desperate whimper. As if the situation finally dawned on him, he began to beg. “Please don’t leave, don’t go..” Childe says weakly said. You could only scoff at the audacity he had he ruined your date- hell, he destroyed your life, and now he’s begging you to stay? His grip was too strong to pull from now that he was out of his blissful state, so all you could do now was stand and glare while he continued to beg.

“Please- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry- don’t leave me, please! I die without you-”

Never-ending pleas left his mouth, and slowly, they began to turn into pitiful crying and hiccups, all while you watch, no ounce of mercy on your face. You try again to rip your arm out of his grasp, and this time, you succeed. Childe gasps and looks up at you, puffy eyes looking at your cold ones. Slowly you back away from him before turning and running to the next bus station and going home, leaving Childe on the ground again.

The ginger kneels biting hip lip, wiping his red eyes. He can’t understand, why don’t you like him? Everyone else does- he thought you’d fall for him if he spent a little time with you, but you didn’t. So he thought you might be trying to play hard to get, so he clung to you- but you still didn’t fall for him. He was getting desperate, you who he fell in love with, you who he met in the middle of class we weren’t even apart of, you who should’ve been insignificant to him, but the way you’d tap your beautiful fingers on the table putting him in a trance, how you’d perk up when the bell finally rang reminding to him cling to your lovely arm, how you’d brush him off giving him that beautiful glare, it made him weak in the knees, blushing at the thought of you slapping at him- oh how you captivated him so well.

Why? Why can't you just love him as he does? He’d do anything for you; please just look at him! Love him! Adore him as much as he adores you! Childe stands up, wiping his puffy eyes and touching his red cheek. He groans, remembering the feeling of you hitting him. He loves it. Any kind of attention from you makes him blush like crazy, it makes his body burn up and mind goes dizzy with euphoria. But as much as he loves how you look at him like a nuisance he loves your approval more, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get it back.

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Then Childe went crazy and kidnapped you. The End

Part 2 maybe maybe not idk I still have an essay to write

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I found this Yandere childe scrap I had partially written a few months back. I really had no idea what I was doing with this fic, it’s weirdly paced and badly written, but I thought be a funny read. I’ll probably finish this soon..

CW: implied stalking, obsessive childe, implied masochistic childe very little, one line or smt.

Beware the ass writing under the cut

Edit: complete ish version here

Edit 2: here it is!

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Childe that name seethed through your teeth, mr popular, playboy of Teyvat collage. One way you’d describe him was- well predictable, he had everyone at their knees for him, girls warming his bed and guys begging to be around him just to pick up Childe’s leftovers. Like every romance cliché you’ve read, but you did have to admit you were a sucker for them, they were a good read, but being in a cliché situation? Not as much.

As of recently Childe’s Infatuation with you had hit an all time high, he was following you around like a lost puppy, constantly begging for your attention, at some point he started gifting you your favourite things ranging from food, to even small trinkets you’ve had your eyes on. This in return caused you to gain some attention and not the good kind, the jealous glares and nasty comments you’d get when you’d walk about the halls with or without Childe clinging to your arm, was unbearable.

And the urge to punch this man square in the face was almost overwhelming.

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You had morning classes damn you for putting this much torture on yourself. You groaned, the sun was barely up and you had been feeling a little under the weather for the majority of the week, but it wasn’t worth not going to school. Slowly, you begin to do your morning routine, still feeling sluggish while you walk out the door, but what made it worse was just in the corner of your eyes you spotted mr pretty boy just outside your house. You mentally groaned, god you were so fed up with his presence you needed him out of your life. If He just hadn’t cling to your all the time maybe you wouldn’t have gotten all those nasty remarks, maybe you wouldn’t be constantly avoiding petty girls trying to ruin your outfit or work, the possibilities are endless. You started to walk, you needed to catch the next bus, though you wondered,

How did he know where you live?

Walking past by the boy you side eyed him, and he ran after you. “Aw, couldn’t even say hello? Good morning?” He laughed taking his place by your side and grabbing your arm, “what do you want.” Eyebrows scrunched, you didn’t want to talk to him especially this early in the morning. He replied with a giggle, then a hum “can’t I spend time with my favourite person?”

Scoffing you try to shake him off, what is his problem? Insisting on spending time with you clinging to you- every moment of your life was just filled with him! You elbow him as hard as you can making Childe stumble back eyes wide, you give him your best glare before walking away, leaving a stunned Childe on the pavement.

The ginger squats on the ground biting his lip, he can’t understand, why don’t you like him? Everyone else does- he thought that you’d fall for him if he spent a little time with you, but you didn’t. So he though you might be trying to play hard to get, so he clung to you- but you still didn’t fall for him. He’s was getting desperate, you who he fell in love with, you who he met in the middle of class we wasn’t even apart of, you who should’ve been insignificant to him, but the way you’d tap your beautiful fingers on the table putting him in a trance, how you’d perk up when the bell finally rang reminding to him cling to your lovely arm, how you’d brush him off giving him that beautiful glare, it made him weak in the knees, he blushed at the thought of you snapping at him- oh how you captivated him so well.

Why? Why cant you just love him like he does? He’d do anything for you, please just look at him! Love him! Adore him as much as he adores you! Childe stands up, he glares

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Surprise! I’m alive! Been in a fat writers block recently and finals are approaching for me :( but it’s my birthday today! And it just so happens that it’s the weekend and I have nothing to do so I might start brainstorming some writing ideas possibly about kuni again or maybe some more sagau..

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hii! i've been stalking your acc for a while, and i wanted to ask, could i be 💐 anon? :D

Of course! You’ll officially be my first anon, welcome!

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SAGAU

Genshin SAGAU imposter au - containing: revenge plot, Slight angst, you have a sister in this.

Scaramouche

Broken heart - containing: Angst

Kunikuzushi? - containing: Angst

SCARAMOUCHE AHH - containing: Hurt/Comfort

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Love me please? - containing: yandere childe

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Bleeding heart

Spoilers for the new archon quest! And part of scaras voice lines?

Scaramouche x reader

Bleeding heart flower.

Art is NOT mine art by: fenkko on twt

You don’t understand how much I love their art

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Scaramouche, The Balladeer, Kunikuzushi, names forgotten in an instant, never to be remembered always to be forgotten.

You were simply tending to your home, holding a small plushy, it had the softest hair and cute purple clothes, quite adorable. But… where did you get this? You placed the small doll down on the table and had a good look at it, it’s eyes were closed and it had a small smile, it looked homemade. You really had no idea where this came from, it didn’t look like anyone you knew nor did it resemble any doll you’ve seen out in town.

In confusion you picked it up walking to your room, whatever it is, you didn’t really care. It was an adorable plush and you were determined to keep it. Your open the bedroom door to find the perfect spot for your new friend, eyes skimming across the room and landing on the bed. Many blankets and pillows sprawled all over the place, you huff, why did you need so many blankets and pillows anyways? It just meant more work for you. Placing the doll down you continue cleaning up your home.

Scara loved sleeping with fluffy pillows and many blankets. The days when he would come visit you he’d immediately go to your room and pass out on your bed. Sometimes he’d wake up from his naps and silently pull at your clothes leading you to the bed, to tired to realize how coy he was. No matter how much he loved wrapping himself with the blankets and pillows, he loved snuggling next to you the most.

Headaches weren’t common for you, but with the amount of times you had to sit down due to your pounding head made you think otherwise. Your mind was hazy, it felt like there were little holes in your mind here and there, but the more you thought about those missing memories the more they just, magically fixed themselves. Maybe you should sit down for a little longer, maybe for the whole day.

You had eventually left the house, your plan to rest had backfired as everything you looked at in your home had only brought you more pain, so instead, you decided to go out. Your stroll though inazuma was peaceful, with no cloud in site and a fresh breeze you felt free. You continued your leisurely walk all the way to to the city, soon the sound of people and the smell of food reached you. Walking past the many stalls you stop by one, your head starting to hurt even more. The stall was selling dango, along with a sweet drink called dango milk. Although both looked delectable, your for some reason couldn’t bring yourself to buy any. Your head begins to hurt even more and you groan.

You loved the sugary sweet smell of dango, it was a warm delight you would eat once in a while. Once you had tried to coax scara into trying the chewy snack, but he only scoffed at you claiming he didn’t like how they would get stuck in his teeth, he then explains how hard it is to get out and how easier I’d be to just not eat it, you think about it before you agree. It was hard having it stuck in your teeth. You giggle, finishing your treat by yourself, opting to find something else for Scara, something he’d definitely like.

Why wouldn’t your head stop hurting? You wanted so badly for it to stop, it hurt, it hurt so so much. You stumble back to your abode, opening the door, you knew your headache wouldn’t get better once you got home, hell you left your house because of the headaches it gave you! But you didn’t really care, you just wanted something soft to lay on. Closing the door you notice something on the floor. A small white tassel the ends of it fading to a dark purple. What is this? Who does this belong to? Why is it here? You pick it up clearly it doesn’t belong to you, the tassel is soft it looks like it could match that plushy you found early that day. You stumble again, your vision begins to blur, quickly you make your way to your bed bumping into chairs and walls along the way. Throwing the neatly folded covers off your bed you lay down clutching your arms digging your nails into your flesh. You begged for sleep desperately.

The last time you had seen scara was when he declared his trip to sumeru. You questioned his choices and he replied with a “tut” you giggled, angry as he was you couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked with his his bottom lip stuck out. He looks over at you, before explaining his plan, while you could only stare in concern. You voiced your displeasure with his idea as soon as he finished, he scoffed again, but this time he wasn’t pouting, he was biting his lips. You two went back and forth for a while, then he stood up. Standing up with him you grab his arm,

“Are you sure?”

That was your only question to him before he violently pulled his arm out of your hand, you try to grab it with your other arm but he moves away causing you to grab the tassel hanging on his shirt ripping it off. He looked at you one more time sadness and anger swirling in his eyes. Then he leaves. You haven’t seen him ever since.

You woke up the next day, your headache gone, you throw off your singular blanket, stepping onto the cold floor, you turn around to make your bed. Placing the pillow and blanket back in place. You feel something missing from your bed, but that though quickly disappears and you forget. Walking to the kitchen you prepare a light breakfast, before heading out into the city. Passing by the multitude of shops you stop by one, a dango stall, smiling you purchase a sweet snack nibbling at the chewy treat. You never minded how the dango would stick to your teeth.

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Fun fact I haven’t played the new quest yet

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So I haven’t done anything but pull for scara but I’ve heard that everyone forgets about him. You know what that means? YOU FORGET ABOUT SCARA HHEHHAHHAHH

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YOU JUST MADE MY IDEA 100x BETTER, this is the first time when smn got inspired by me so I got excited ig?? anyways ur underrated

Thank you! I really like your idea of a creator overthrowing the impost on their own. I mean after being chased for months, who wouldn’t want to give the imposter a good beating.

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Inspired by @lovelyrie this here

Genshin sagau imposter au

They/them pronouns used

Not proof read yet 😐

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The creators return to teyvat was a great one, clouds had parted for the dearest creator, but unbeknownst to them there were two, one was the true creator one that would make teyvat flourish under their care, one that harbours the golden blood said to glow even in the darkest of night. And the other, possibly a god in another universe but in this world they would only bring despair.

You and your twin don’t have the best relationship, yes you two argued like siblings but it was more extreme way more extreme. The last straw was when you had come home from one of the most tiring day work piled up on your desk with no clear end, wanting to do nothing but log onto Genshin do some commissions and admire your beloved characters. But your tranquility was interrupted by your “dearest” twin, barging into your safe space spewing profanities and accusations of something you don’t even remember doing. They made their way towards you grabbing your phone, in return you try to rip it back resulting a tug of war with your phone as the prize, in a last resort you kicked the other, both of you falling backwards, but instead of falling into the plush bed you fell into damp grass, your twin not to far in front of you.

From that point on your world started to fall apart by the seams. You both immediately recognize the world of teyvat, while you were in shock your twin ran while you stay there stunned. Then the next thing you know your being chased guards claiming you to be an imposter, and your twin leading the horde.

Days of running with no rest took a toll on your body, confusion and rage still plaguing your mind. At some point you had found out along the way that you were the real creator hard to swallow huh? The day you had been backed off a cliff in liyue was the day teyvat had brought fourth a plethora of vines carrying you away from the millelith, brining you herbs to help with your wounds leaking gold. This was the day you snapped.

You wanted revenge— you wanted to see them drown in their own blood.

Not even your most favourite characters would’ve recognized you, fury bubbled inside, all those hours of farming and praying for the best materials for your favourites and yet now that you have descended, they couldn’t even tell the difference between an imposter sitting on the throne while teyvat withers and you the divine creator that teyvat would so desperately try to protect. You’ll use this protection to its fullest you’d use anything at your disposal to see your twin tremble under your power.

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Days- weeks, months? You had no idea how long it was since you were brought to this wretched world. Your days now filled with a constant game of cat and mouse along with lots training. You had no time to sit idly, the days where you would login and gush over your favourites were over and soon you’ll be seeing those people fall to their knees begging for forgiveness.

You wouldn’t give it to them. Never.

The day was here, the creators birthday, your birthday. You stepped foot back to the place you first descended where your twin would be sitting leisurely, on your throne being worshiped with the strongest at their beck and call. Passing the front gates many smaller worshipers stood ready to defend their creator, they yelled, cursed at you

“stand back imposter!”

“How dare you step foot in this sacred area!”

“You dare show up after stealing our creators face!?”

The crude comments never stopped, but that wouldn’t stop you beating every man and woman down getting closer to the heart of it all where the most recognizable people and your so called favourites stand near your twins throne along with many others you once admired.

“One more step and well blast you head off”

God, you getting tired of these meaningless insults, your head tips to the side in a bored response to the threats they hollered at you. Your eye twitched before you stomp closer, voice emitting nothing but power over them.

“Enough of your chattering, kneel before me or fall by hands.”

Clattering and gasping erupted while you walked passed the kneeling acolytes. Oh how you smiled at them with such malice, eyes crinkled. This is what you wanted to see, the fear in their eyes while you make your way up to your sibling. You stand over their cowering figure, grinning

“ w-what are you doing here? Do you know what I’ll do to you?” Your smile widens “what you can do is nothing oh dear creator” your sibling gasps before shoving you back a step they stumble away from you “i AM the creator and teyvat obeys ME I can easily kill you” they said

At this point you’ve had enough, you didn’t want to wait anymore “you the creator huh, their creator,” you run your hand over the blade smearing the golden blood on your sisters shirt. “but I am teyvats creator and teyvat will never obey an imposter like you” you throw your sister off the pedestal where the throne resides before sitting down yourself. This is what you wanted— what your months of training, months of agony was for and now, here you are watching as “your” acolytes beg for forgiveness fear and guilt in their eyes, and yet you only laugh.

“You never showed me any mercy no matter how much I begged..”

“So why should I?”

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I decided to add a little something else to lovelyries idea I hope that’s ok. Please let me know if you want me to take this down.

But I’d imagine that every person who plays genshin has their own world that would call them creator hence why I said “possibly a god in another universe”

Also since the playable characters already accepted the imposter as their creator I continued to bring that up as reader has also accepted that these weren’t their worshipers anymore but people who tortured reader. Teyvat on the other hand had knows who the real creator was and protected them.

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Kunikuzushi?

Art NOT mine art by: fenkko on Twitter

Scara/Kuni x reader

Not proofread

Instead of scara leaving you what if you actually stayed with him?

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The day his 3rd betrayal came, he finally broke. And you couldn’t console him this time, with no more tears left to cry you both looked at the house you so dearly loved, burning, ashes flying. Kunikuzushi turned picking up a stray hat before walking away, he wasn’t responding to your calls to wait, but you still followed.

He joined the fatui earning the place of the 6th harbinger. And you stayed by his side through it. With time he changed more and more the kunikuzushi you knew was gone— no, just buried beneath all the betrayals, you tried to change his mind but his violent tendencies grew, and you could only watch.

Delusions, a fake vision one that would give you power but in exchange it would take your life. You begged scaramouche to not send them out-

“They’re killing people- please!”

He could only scoff as he brushed you off. Oh kunikuzushi where are you? You cried in your room wishing for your old life with kuni back, if you had kept him away from the village would he still become this? Scaramouche? The balladeer? You don’t know, it hurt to much to think about.

It was cold today, as it usually is but today the snow was doing more then just nipping at your fingers and nose, it felt as if the everlasting wind was trying to freeze your body from the inside out. You shiver as you make your way to kunikuzushi. Entering his room you notice the wrinkles between his brows. Carefully you walk over cupping his face, pressing a finger between his eyebrows. You gently ask him what’s wrong, he looked over at you,

“I plan to finally become a god.”

Your eyes widen, leaning on you he explains his plan to take in the electro gnosis becoming sumerus new ruler. You can’t help but tremble, the cold seemed insignificant compared to the vile words coming out of Scaramouches mouth.

Today you’d witness the progress of a new god, watching kunikuzushi being hooked up to multiple pipes connecting to a large mech. You tried— you tried so hard to convince him that it wasn’t worth it, you begged him that it wasn’t to late, you knew he was a good person.

The day came where you’d watch the birth of said god, the sight of scaramouches body slowly dissapearing from inside the mech irked you. And you could only watch in horror, this was scaramouche the allmighty balladeer, no longer was he the sweet boy you met all those years ago but a cold hearted harbinger. No amount of wishing and hoping would bring you kunikuzushi back, he was wasn’t buried beneath all the pain anymore, he was shrouded until the darkness swallowed him whole.

You felt your body slowly back up turning to walk away, no longer were you going to follow this person for you have no taste in blindly following whoever this person was.

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The balladeer you say? His name is Scaramouche? Oh, I’ve never heard of this man before, I only knew Kunikuzushi and he died years ago.

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For some reason I can’t remember a lot about the sumeru archon quest even though I did it just a few days ago

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I rmr during Ayatos banner I had no plan on getting him but during co-op with another ayato I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to pull on his banner, and I got him. Anyhow he ruined my pity and forced his way into my home. SAGAU much 🗿 my life was doomed after this cause I lost pity on Ittos banner (83 pulls in) couldn’t get kazuha either (74 pulls) mind you I’m a f2p I worked my ass off

Just a funny thing I thought would fit into sagau really well

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SCARAMOUCHE AHHH

Art is NOT mine by: fenkko on Twitter!

Spoilers! Spoilers! Archon quest 3.2

scaramouche x creator reader (could be read as SAGAU )

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Scaramouche had been defeated, the giant mech falls to its knees, dust and debris flying all around the now quiet room. Nahida starts to approach the fallen mech, breaking the seal, slowly removing the glowing gnosis.

you tell Nahida to stop, immediately sensing his agony as he tried to grasp the gnosis desperately. Straightening up You slowly make your way up to the lost soul,

you can hear his desperate grunts as his finger tips graze the gnosis

You take him into your loving arms, you try your best to comfort the hystericalboy patting his back while in your warm embrace, but he doesn’t let up. He can’t he needs the gnosis he wants that power, but his eyes just can’t stay open any longer…

You know he can’t have the gnosis, your eyebrows furrow as you grab the lone hand away from the floating chest piece, while you speak words of reassurance and comfort into his ears. He whimpers, cries. “Why?” is the only thing filling his mind as the gnosis floats further away and his eyes get droopy.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! Why!?

He finally passes out the light leaving broke eyes, you give him one last squeeze before turning to grab the glowing bishop admiring the purple hue before handing it to the dendro archon.

You descend from your place in the mech, scaramouche held tightly but gently in your arms,

you hold him with so much care, as if he’ll break with a tap to his heart.

You hold him for the rest of the time, up until he’s about to wake, giving the lone wanderer one last kiss on the head before you make your great escape back to the traveller.

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