#╰┈➤ wanderer

[kaixserzz]

eons adrift ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ wanderer x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎐 ꒱ "i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me." "that's not possible, you and i both know that." "watch me!"

 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ cw: character analysis-ish, mildly proofread, drabble but it's kinda messy, its more like an idea than a fic LOLLL im sorry, hurt/comfort

scaramouche took you for a naive fool, just as he was when oh so stupidly believed those words as kunikuzushi.

you are but a human. a mere breath of his everlasting eternity. a few hundreds of years and he would forget everything about you.

insignificant, you humans were.

frail.

vulnerable.

so so easy to break.

as he walked into the path of darkness; consuming him and turning him into someone he doesn't recognize in the mirror no longer—kabukimono, kunikuzushi, the love of your life, was long gone. memories like the leaves that turn yellow and crumble to ashes as winter approaches.

yet the winter will remain in his empty chest for as long as he walks teyvat. churning into a blizzard of ice cold pain, destroying everything around him as it grows. he continues to walk this wretched path he chose.

but then he met someone, rekindling the spark that was once there beneath his porcelain skin. trying to light up a burn out wick, to bring an end to his winter and bring forth the beautiful spring he was once.

scaramouche never thought he'd love again.

even after all through the pain he went from the doctor's experiments, after roaming the great expanse of the abyss, after becoming the balladeer, the 6th of the fatui harbingers, he still felt.

love.

happiness.

pain.

sorrow.

and regret.

he hates it, but he loves them, just as much as he loved you.

though he allowed someone new worm their way into his heart, he kept them in arm's reach. he cannot bear to be vulnerable to someone else. they were human, they were to die; he is a puppet, he is meant to live on forever.

but then he heard them say things only you would say. giving him lavender melons you bought off the market, accidentally calling him names only you would know.

he remember that promise you made him before you died.

"i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me."

scaramouche did not understand what he felt when he realized that his new lover, was in fact, just a reincarnation of you. and just like that, your name burns back itself into his mind—a name he thought he had erased into obscurity, along with his past.

he was a fool, scaramouche thought. he laughed at himself, a laugh void of humor, nor joy.

it was your name, your first incarnation, just in a different language.

it appears that scaramouche didn't like this feeling. of bitter butterflies in his stomach, the familiarity when you try to get close to him, the same smile you had, the light full of love in your eyes—it was all too much for him.

so he left you in the snow of his ever growing blizzard. buried under the thick layers of freezing ice.

and again, to your next reincarnation. a fatui, a vendor, an adventurer, a knight, a scholar—male, female, neither, or all of them; tall, short, plump, slim, dark or light skinned,

he cannot bear to lose you just as he first did.

slipping by his fingers, to the one thing he is not affected by.

death.

he doesn't accept the fact that your love has led you back to him, again and again.

why do you even keep coming back? don't you know he's part of the fatui? don't you know what he has done? don't you know what he has become?

and yet you'd knock on his door, calling his name with your voice full of warmth, arms wide for him to take and allow himself to be called yours again—all he had to do was open the door.

he has kept a lock on it ever since he met you again.

worn down and rotten; chains all rusted, handle jammed and barely working. he approaches the door once again. this time, as wanderer. a better version of himself,

one that's finally willing to open the door to you.

but you weren't there anymore, waiting for him on the other side.

how could you? you were never there in the first place.

not with this version of himself.

not as the wanderer.

and maybe that was for the best. even though he cries himself to sleep at night for all the things he has done to you. weeping, as he curls onto the sheets, praying to the stars above in hopes you'd hear his heartbroken apologies, yearning for your love, your touch, your smiles—

this was his punishment for hurting you, for being a fool. he was underserving of your love, after all.

"hey, wanderer, was it?"

a new voice, someone unfamiliar. he refrained from sighing, for buer's sake, and instead took a deep, refreshing breath. he turns, and the stranger smiles brightly at him.

immediately, as if the winds of spring has hit him all so suddenly in the face. the fragrance of blooming flowers that was once buried under the snow, the sun shining brightly in the skies, and birds chirping symphonies.

like the mornings brimming with new found hope, the smell of dew sticking onto his clothes as he trace his fingers all over the a tree's trunk. like the the juices of a fruit he sank his teeth into, dribbling down the corners of his lips and down his arms.

warmth tingled on his skin, and his heart leaps.

"nice to meet you!" you say your name, a name he has heard hundreds of versions before, all so different and yet they all felt and tasted like honey dripping down his tongue. "i hope we get along."

"yeah," he says, almost breathless, as the tears begins to well in his eyes. his fingers tremble, and his smile grew wobbly. tipping his hat down to avoid your gaze, his voice cracks. "i hope so too."

his door was wide open, waiting for you come in.

you grin, and take a step inside.

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author's note: "i thought this was a dottore only blog? SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM MAD AT MYSELF TOO BUT THIS IS FOR @fatuismooches also new format because im too lazy to open my files :/ not back yet, i just wanna write this for the pookie 💗💗 ty for listening to me ramble like a madman ur single handedly gettin me thru it ong LMAOOO /lh

[ered]

Here’s my take on the whole audio books vs. reading:

Oral tradition of storytelling predates written ones by millennias, and honestly, which one you like is just a personal preference.

The actual difference is

when listening, you have no idea how to write characters’ names

when reading, you have no idea how to pronounce characters’ names

hope this helps!

[ikimaru]

memes in sumeru 👌

[copyspaghetti]

This is a slow fandom zone

None of that "Oh no they bomb-dropped all the episodes in a week 1 month ago, I'm late!" "The tag hasn't been active all week is the fandom dead?" "I only got a hundred shares the first hour no one cares about my art"

Slow down

Take a deep breath and slow down

Fandom is YOU. And me and everyone. If we doodle stick figures for a show that ended 30 years ago we aren't "late" or "doing too little", we're playing dolls in our own time and having fun with works of art that mean a lot to us

You can literally watch and engage with something that aired in 2004 as if it aired yesterday

If the tag hasn't been active for 14 months guess what? If YOU post there, it isn't dead. Literally you can talk about anything you want whenever you want there is no weird law against watching things that people aren't actively talk about

Let's be deranged about stories together

[kindrehd]

congrats on the new child king

[kitkaloid]

smallest mom in the world. very quick colors on a very old sketch

[cilorine]

the girlies summer vacation 🫧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️ featuring scara i guess

this year's summer event cast are a funny mix! happy go lucky girls and then there's mr. grumpy lmao #itsnotaphasemom

[ktkat99]

Jason comes back from the dead and, as he's still a bit out of it, heads to the manor.

Crawling straight up through six feet of compacted earth is hard, especially after waking up suddenly in a coffin, so after he makes it inside, he sits down to rest on the couch.

And immediately falls asleep.

Hours later, Bruce returns home to find Jason's body, covered in dirt, dug up from the grave and left on his couch.

[krystalmelodie]

That one friend who never takes their own advice 🤡

[lookitsstevie]

every time

[jeunn-a]

my man

[kaixserzz]

this was a separated part for someone's request because, well, i wanted it to be a but more special HDSAHDASH,, i really really love wanderer's lore, i think it's one of the best!! this is more like a character analysis tbh LOL (for @eynnwwyjth)

wanderer drabble x1 - "reminiscent" (cw: mentions of blood)

"are you feeling alright?"

it was a simple question, but it gave the wanderer a much deeper thought.

there he lay on the grass, underneath a tree, beside you. the sun peeking between the dancing leaves, though his porcelain skin remained cold. you sat up, brows furrowed in concern as you stared down at him, a frown tugging at the corners of your lips.

wanderer's hands itched to reach for your face, to soothe the wrinkles between your brows, to lift your lips into the sweet smile you've always reserved just for him. he longs to caress the curve of your cheeks, to trace your jawline with his fingers.

his mouth felt dry at his desperate thoughts, breaking eye contact with you by closing them. if he were to keep looking at you for too long, then he might just lose control.

it was just one of those days when he feels inexplicably sad. there was no reason for it, and yet it happens. when he told nahida about this phenomenon, she simply smiled at him and said,

"it is not because of the guilt you carry in your heart, nor the void you are yearning to fill, and yet sadness consumes your thoughts." she held his head in her tiny arms when he knelt before her, in hopes to comfort the broken puppet, even if it's just a little, "allow yourself to be sad. it may happen without a valid reason, but it doesn't necessarily mean you should deny it."

it was difficult to accept it as it is. that emotions were just as sporadic as everything else was. at first, the wanderer thought it held a deeper meaning. that buer was just trying to soothe him in such unconventional ways...

but she was always honest to him; she had never told a lie, nor her words were ever wrong.

it just happens.

the wanderer has asked multiple scholars, and simple vendors about this occurrence, and they all answer the same thing. there was no deeper meaning, but it was as if his heart was reminding him that he could feel. that he was human, too.

and while being sad was rather inconvenient to his plans for today, it was better than being sad about you.

you, his lover. well, past lover, to be exact.

you've long-lost the memories you've shared before. ever since he erased himself from irminsul, you've lived the life you were supposed to have if you hadn't met him. if he hadn't intervened in one of those missions, taking pity on you and allowing you to join the fatui with him.

wanderer was relieved to see you haven't changed one bit. you still had that lovely smile, the tender kindness you offer to everyone, the same determination burning in your eyes, the same passion you've had with your vast interests that you were always keen on sharing with him.

you were still you, but different. you hadn't worked for the fatui under his command. there was not a single trace of a scar on your body, the blood that always seemed to stain your clothes, nor the emptiness of your eyes.

you were normal. happier than you were before, despite being in a relationship with scaramouche.

while wanderer was sad you've forgotten about him, that he was not your lover anymore, he was content that the universe has given him another chance.

to win your heart, not as scaramouche, or the kabukimono, but as wanderer; his truest self. a better puppet, a better man.

he was sad, but he would not admit that to you. not just yet. what was the point when you won't comfort him like you would all those years ago? you barely know of the wanderer. he knew you would try to cheer him up, but it won't be the reassuring kisses he had grown to adore, nor the tightest of hugs you'd share.

but having you by his side once again? full of life and sheer happiness? without the taint of the fatui and the corruption of his former iteration?

his chest feels lighter. the corners of his lips twitch into a small, content smile as he opens his eyes once more, meeting your worried eyes. he was in bliss, even if it was just a mere friendship.

after all, the wanderer wasn't in a rush.

he will make you fall in love with him all over again. he believes in himself, more confident than scaramouche ever was, more empathetic than the kabukimono was.

"yes, i'm fine," he says with a soft smile. no matter how hard he tries to remain neutral to you in your friendship, he finds himself too weak against you. it pains him to even lie about the smallest of things.

"you must be hungry, no? it's lunchtime anyway" wanderer stands up, dusting off the grass that clung onto the fabric of his clothes, then offered his hand to you. his heart thrummed at the touch of your hand as he continued to hold it, in the guise of dragging you along with him.

"i know a place we could eat. don't worry, it's my treat."

and when you smiled back at him, lacing your fingers with his, giggling at his suddenness, he knew that deep in his heart, everything was fine. you were fine, and so was he.

he couldn't ask for more.

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[ennonzi]

Hat Guy 🕊️

[ikimaru]

took a meme break 💀

[churomo]

wayward peregrine