#Mr.Scarletella

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【文字化化】主人公ちゃん & 長鉈男 & 赤い傘の男 / fanart

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主人公ちゃん & 長鉈男 & 赤い傘の男

長鉈男はどうして赤い傘の男に勝てたのか…

Heroine & Mr.Machete & Mr.Scarletella

How did Mr. Machete beat Mr. Scarletella?

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[jackle-fundashii]

Mr.scarletella night time fit would be like this;

[fundashnee-rott]

Giggling my ass off at the idea that mr.scarletella take you on an ice skating date but doesn't know how to ice skate and it's just this 8ft mf and his 5ft long legs just being a cartoon trying not to eat shit on the ice but also trying to be seductive. Endless entertaining thought to me.

[stephin-horni-zone]

Nsfw headcanons [Homicipher, grabbag]

Characters included: Mr.scarletella, Mr.crawling, mr.slivair, mr.gap, mr. Machete.

Headcanons count: 4.5

1. Mr.scarletella and mr.crawling both do pup play but mr.crawling based his dogsona a companion/herding dog so I think he'd love to do the more playful things dogs do. Where mr.scarletella would be more into the role play I can see someone putting on one of those yard leach things on him and he just run back and forth barking at strangers who he could see through the fence.

2. Mr.scarlella would be a whiney bottom, like I can see him throwing a tantrum that you didn't wreck him hard enough or that you finish inside him.

3.Mr.Slivair and Mr.machete tag teaming me would fix me.

4. Mr. Gap has an adjustable dick (something about filling in a gap)

5. Mr. Scarletella could probably use his body as bandage rope but doesn't because he wants to be the one tied up.

[artsqaudlol]

Ok ive made my beginners chart of so far fav characters in homicipher game.

I don't vibe with scarletella...simply no.

Silvair...I dont hate him but he gave me a horrible feeling at the beginning before I could translate him of "this hoe gonn' kill you!"

Mr.Gap...neutral cause ive had 2 half decent endings with him involved being helpful...he's good and bad depending on situation and how willing you are to sacrifice your limbs.

Mr.Chopped: he's so good! But he gets lost easy and kept getting stuck in dumb sitations...tho not a bad critter just sitationally challenged.

The bride, is queen energy! I love her she's so good, I wish she had more interactions cause she's lovely! ♥️♥️♥️

Mr.Crawling...my husband and I love him! The first time I accidentally thought I killed him I restarted entirely until I found out he doesn't die he just hides away.♥️♥️♥️

[satori-runa]

—The red means I love you.

Summary: Mr Scarletella doesn't like to wait anymore and makes his move.

Tags: Mentions of blood, yandere behaviour, obsession, slight stalking, fluff, slightly ooc

Words: 1,6k

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Blood dripped from your fingers, soaked into your clothes, and splattered across the floor in your wake. It didn’t matter if it was yours or someone else’s anymore. All that mattered was surviving in this weird place.

You paused to catch your breath, the cold air burning your lungs as another wave of dizziness hit you. Somewhere in the distance, you heard it—the soft, shuffling footsteps that never seemed far behind. He was still following you. He had been for a while now, his presence a constant shadow.

Mr. Scarletella.

He rarely spoke, but you could feel his pitch black eyes on you, his gaze almost tangible as it traced the lines of blood staining your clothes. The quiet creaking of leather shoes echoed through the hallway, growing louder. You turned, the crowbar raised defensively, and there he was—standing just a few feet away, partially hidden by the dim lighting.

He was a spectacle in crimson, the vibrant red of his suit blending almost seamlessly with the blood that covered the ground and the red light on the walls. His head was tilted slightly, a mess of scarlet hair falling over one eye as he stared at you. His smile was small, twitching at the corners, as if he were struggling to hold it back. And then there was this scarlet umbrella he was holding…

"You," he mumbled in his own language, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a small step closer, the leather of his shoes slick against the wet floor. His eyes were wide, pupils blown out in a way that made him look unhinged. He raised one gloved hand, fingers twitching, as if he wanted to reach out and touch you but was restraining himself.

You took a step back, crowbar still raised. "Stay back," you ordered, though it sounded more like a plea than a command. You weren’t even sure if he could follow your demands.

His head tilted further, almost like a curious dog. "Like," he muttered, the word shaky and filled with awe. His gaze fixated on the blood staining your shirt. "Like... you."

It was a childlike declaration, simple and obsessive, as if he couldn’t fully articulate the depth of his emotions in the language he spoke. He took another step forward, and this time, you noticed the way his hands shook, almost vibrating with excitement.

He pointed to the blood on your clothes, then back to himself, his smile widening. "Like... same," he murmured. He gestured between the two of you, as if connecting invisible threads. The blood. It was all the same to him. You were the same. You were his. You did this for him. You were like that for him.

You swallowed hard, backing away. "You need to stop following me," you said, but even you could hear how empty the words sounded. He wouldn’t stop. You knew that. You could see it in his eyes—the absolute devotion, the unblinking adoration.

His smile faltered for a second, his brows knitting together in confusion, almost like he didn’t understand why you were upset. "You," he stammered, taking another step. He was so close now, you could smell the coppery tang of blood that clung to him like perfume. "With... me."

He reached out slowly, fingers splayed wide, as if he were afraid you might shatter if he touched you. The moment his hand brushed against your cheek, it was cold and wet with blood. “Me like you.” He sighed, the sound almost blissful, like he’d been waiting his whole life just to be this close. “You like me?”

You flinched away, slashing out with your crowbar, but he was faster. His appearance glitched and before you knew it, he teleported. He caught your wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip, his expression twisting into something unreadable. His smile had disappeared, replaced by a wide-eyed, manic look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"No," he muttered, his voice barely audible, like he was scolding a child. He pulled you closer, his grip unrelenting. "Mine. Like you. Same."

It was almost pathetic, the way he whispered it, like he was pleading with you to understand. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky and uneven. The blood from his gloves smeared across your skin as he cupped your face, his touch almost reverent.

"Stay," he breathed, the word cracking at the edges. "With... me."

For a moment, you thought you saw tears welling up in his eyes, but then he blinked, and they were gone, replaced by that disturbing, gleeful smile. He didn’t need your answer; he’d already decided it for you.

You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. His smile stretched wider, as if he were thrilled by the struggle.

"Like... you," he whispered again, almost lovingly, his voice broken and raw. "Together."

You realized then that there was no escape. Not from him. Not from the Otherworld. And as his laughter echoed down the hall, low and guttural, you knew he’d already decided your fate long before you’d even realized he was watching.

“Me grateful for you. Me like you. Me want you.”

You kept your crowbar close, tucked against your side, but you knew it was useless. You’d tried to fight him before, slashing at his chest, hitting at his arm, but it never seemed to faze him. If anything, it only made him more excited, more desperate to keep you close. His suit was stained with both your blood and someone elses, merging into a deep red that matched the look of obsession in his eyes.

His pace slowed as he pulled you into an empty room, the door creaking shut behind you. The walls were stained with splatters of old blood, the floor sticky beneath your shoes. He stopped, turning to face you fully, his hands coming up to frame your face as he dropped the umbrella for a moment. You could feel the wetness of his stained fingers against your cheeks, the metallic smell of blood overwhelming your senses.

You tried to pull away, but he only leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing yours. "Pretty," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... pretty. Blood." His thumb traced a line down your cheek, smearing blood across your skin. He seemed mesmerized by the sight, as if he couldn’t look away.

"Mr. Scarletella, please," you managed, your voice trembling. "Let me go."

He frowned, the expression so out of place on his usually smiling face. His grip tightened slightly, almost as if he were afraid you’d vanish if he loosened his hold. "No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No... like you."

He brought your face even closer, his breath warm against your lips. You could see every detail of his face now—the tiny splatters of blood on his skin, the way his pupils were blown wide with an intensity that bordered on madness. He wasn’t blinking, wasn’t even moving, just staring at you like you were the only thing that existed in his world.

You tried to turn your head, but his fingers dug into your jaw, forcing you to face him. It was almost gentle, the way he held you, but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. He tilted his head, his smile returning, small and soft, as if he were looking at something precious.

You’d been trying so hard to avoid his gaze that you didn’t notice how close he’d leaned in until it was too late. You moved suddenly, trying to wrench yourself out of his grip, but the motion was too quick, too abrupt. Your lips collided with his, and you froze.

It was just a brief, accidental kiss—barely a brush of lips—but it felt like time stopped. His entire body went still, his eyes widening in shock. For a second, you thought he might pull away, let you go, but then his hands tightened around your face, fingers trembling.

"Y-You," he breathed out, his voice cracking with something raw and vulnerable. "Kiss... you kissed."

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest. "It was an accident," you insisted, your voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean to—"

But he wasn’t listening. He was staring at you, his expression one of pure, unfiltered adoration. His lips parted slightly, his breath shaky, as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. He let out a soft, broken laugh, the sound almost joyous, as if he’d just received the greatest gift in the world.

"Like me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His voice was so quiet, so full of desperate hope. "You... like me."

He didn’t give you a chance to respond. He leaned in again, his lips hovering over yours, his breath mingling with yours. It wasn’t a kiss—not really. It was like he was waiting for permission, waiting for you to do something, anything, to confirm that this wasn’t just in his head.

You could feel his heartbeat racing against your own, the warmth of his body despite the cold, damp blood soaking his clothes. You knew then that he wouldn’t let you go—not now, not ever. In his mind, that accidental kiss had sealed your fate. You were his now, just as he was yours.

And as he pulled you into a tight embrace, humming softly under his breath, you realized you had no choice but to let him hold you, his face buried against your neck, whispering broken, loving words that would haunt you forever.

The minute he let go of you, you took the umbrella he dropped into your hand, glancing at the scarlet color before Mr.Scarletellas hand touched yours. A promise to keep you by his side.

[sheilder]

You_what_name?☔️☔️☔️

[milkmily]

Together

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Mr.Scarletella x fem Reader

Smut I Saw like a theory in tik tok where it said (something like this not quite sure) that MC would leave bodies right and Mr Scarletella would think that she'd do all of that for him so he would be super interested in them. So imma use that :D also reader Is in college because I don't like using the term “school” cuz its uncomfortable and i'm writing smut.

Ahead: Unprotected Sex(stay safe:p) and biting also sorry it's super short 😔

“Me want your name.”

This had always happened. Well, like maybe 2 times. But now, he won't leave you alone after you have found out what you have done. What you really are. You just aren't some cute woman who goes to college. You were a murder. Why? Just to get that adrenaline that would come with it.

As you took their lives, you had always had this feeling as if someone was looking at you. Eyes. Always, always, Always on you. At everything you did. But you'd turn and check every corner and nothing. No one would be there. Maybe you were just paranoid. You haven't even been caught yet. So it wouldn't matter. And now here you are, face to face with what has been looking at everything you have ever done. Mr. Scarletella.

“You give your name?”

He asks. You had two options. Try to beat him, even though you knew that wouldn't work, or finally give your damn name to him. You remembered the telephone had told you to not give your name. Mr. Crawling had protected you the first time you had met Mr Scarletella. You threw your crowbar at him and he started to glitch. He asks again and you didn't answer, attacking him but again, it went right through him. And everything changes. You open your eyes and see him face to face with you. You hold your crowbar high and your eyes go wide at what he said.

“You like me? Me like you.” He says and you give him a puzzled look. “What?” You asked as you lowered your crowbar. “Let us go together. You teach name?” You groan and throw the crowbar at him again. And you start to speak back to him. And finally.

“like you.” You say and everything is back to normal. You open your eyes to see an umbrella. You picked it up and looked up at it. It's a normal umbrella. It isn't red. You looked down and saw a hand on top of yours, you screamed and threw the umbrella. You looked around and saw Mr Scarletella looking back at you. “Together.” He says as he is now in front of you. You gulped and took some steps back. You blinked and he's gone, but you feel warm breathing behind you. You felt his hands on your arm as he said again, “Together.”

“W-What?!” You ask and feel his warm breathing on your neck, goosebumps all over your body. “Together.” He says again and you feel small kisses on your neck. You gasp and feel your body heat up. “W-Wait-” you felt his hands start to go all over your body. they'd move from your arms down to your hands and move to your stomach. He'd gently and softly move them up and his hands bumped onto your breast. You softly gasp as his lips meet your neck. “You give.” He says. “You give. Grateful.” He says as he keeps kissing your neck, making you moan. “Grateful.” He whispers on to your neck as his hands move under your shirt.

Oh. You remembered now. The bodies. The things you'd say while killing them. “If someone is here watching, these are all for you.” Oh. “You're returning the favor?” You ask but his hands continue to move higher and his kisses move to your shoulder. You shiver and hold your arms up as the shirt is lifted up to reveal your breast, your nipples hard from being turned on. You should Be scared but…you aren't. You've always been interested in Mr Scarletella. You just never could get close to him or else he will keep asking about your damn name.

And now here he is. His hands cupping your breast as he kissed your neck. Your moan and gasp. You pulled his hands away and he stopped kissing your neck. “Why?” He asks and you turn to look at him. You smiled at him and he gave you his wide smile. “Me like you. You like me?” He asks again. “Me like you.” You say to him as you try to reach up to him. He lowers himself to your height and you cup his face. “You like me.” He says and you nod. He tilts his head to the side as he grins and holds your hand.

“Together.” He says. he moved his hands to cup your breast again, moaning. He knew you were feeling good with the sound you made. The expression on your face. He hummed and looked at you. You were perfect. You may not give him your name, but that can be for later. You were his now. You are his now. No one else's. You are his either way.

He pins you on the floor, straddling you. The floor is so cold against your bare back. You yelp and look up at him who was on top of you, his hands on the floor as he was on top of you, Grinning. His red hair still somehow covered one of his eyes as He looked down at you. You looked at him and tilted your head. “Together.” He says again as he moves his hand to cup your face. His hands are so big compared to yours. He only really only needs one hand to perfectly fit your face. His face got closer To yours, his breathing on your face.

You couldn't help but whimper at how close he Is. You could already feel how wet you were. Your pussy is aching for him already. He grins down and looks down at the clothes you were wearing. He slowly lifted up the coat you had on and pulled your pants with your panties down. You lift your hips up to help him. You continue to look at him as he keeps looking at you. The way he looked at you had your body reacting. And then you asked yourself: He knows what to do already? Maybe he had seen a lot of incidents where people would Go where he is to ya know, just have sex. Or who knows. All you know is he already knows what he is doing.

He looks at you and grins as his fingers rub between your wet pussy lips. You softly gasp and look at his hand. He closed your lips together, making You jump. “Like?” He asks and you nod. He greatly presses his finger to your clit and starts to rub. You open your legs more as he keeps rubbing. He lowers his head as he brings your nipple in his mouth. You whimper and look down at him. He picked and gently bit down on your nipple. “Ouch.” You whine and look up at you. He grins and continues to suck on it.

He brings his hand back up and Teases your other nipple. He starts to rub himself on you. You felt how big he was though his pants already. You gulp and moan.

You suddenly felt something warm and wet rub up and down your clit. You looked down and saw his cock out, rubbing between your folds to get his tip wet with your arousal. You couldn't help but moan at the sight. He was still sucking your nipple and It was starting to get sore. You pull his head away and he looks at you. He grins and presses his tip at your cunt. You open your legs a bit more and your hips closer to him. He lifts your hips Up, making you yelp. You looked up at him and he gently pushed Himself in your cunt. “Together.” He says and groans. You rolled your eyes back quickly as you felt how he stretched you out. You moaned and looked at him.

He starts to move his hips as he looks down at how your pussy would suck him in. He brings His thumb to your flit and starts to rub it. You moan and hold on to your hair as he keeps thrusting.

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You were on the cold concert floor, your face on the floor, ass up as Mr Scarletella moved his hips, he was panting fast and groaning as he kept pushing his cock in so deep and fast. “Ah! I can't!” You moan but you knew you wanted more. How many times have you come already? Jesus. He kept making you switch positions every time you came. He First had you laying down as he held your hips up. The next one was you riding him but you soon gave up so he simply grabs your hips and pushes you up and down. He's really strong. He had you laying down again but he held both of your legs just to go deeper inside of you.

Now he has your ass up as he keeps pushing in and out of you. His thrusting became harsher. “Mr Scarletellaaaa- ah! There!” You moan. You could feel how his cock came in and out of you, how warm and wet he felt. You whine and moan as his cock brushes your g-spot. “Together.” He kept saying and moaning. He really loved that word a lot.

You hold onto his hand that was on your hips. You turn to look at him, teary eyes As you moan. You were close again. You needed to cum on his cock again. You whimper and whine as he keeps thrusting into you, this time even faster. You scream and your toes curl as you bury your face on the floor, eyes rolling back as you cum on his cock. You hear him groan and feel something warm dripping out of your pussy.

You pant and whine trying to catch your breath but he quickly makes you turn around and lifts up your right leg. You whine and shake your head. “No-” You say and moan as he pushes his cock in again, slipping in so easily. He buried his face in your neck and groaned. “Together.” He says again and he thrusted. His thrust is a bit slow and more softer now. you wrapped your arms around him as he keeps moving his hips. You could hear a short whine coming from him as you tug at his hair. You whimper and whine. Every thrust Made you so sensitive and feel everything.

Mr Scarletella kisses your neck and whimpers. He's sensitive too. He could feel everything about you. But he just loved that he was finally with you, be with you, be in you. Be together.

A couple of more thrusts and he cums inside of you. He pulls out and pants as he looks down at your pussy that dripped out his cum. He groans and rubs his cum between your folds. He pressed his cock inside your entrance and said, “Together, again…” as he pushed his cock in, making you whine.

Hey @kita-01 and @misaamanekinnie21 , patiently waiting 🫡

[mdghost]

Mr.Crawling and Mr.Scarletella 🖤❤️

[whokilledsamara]

i need fluff for mr.scarletella !!!

we all know he would watch us sleep before or during a relationship but what happens if mc has a nightmare? like subtlety twitching in her sleep, eyebrows furrowed, in a fetal position.

NIGHTMARES

a hc response for Mr. Scarletella x reader { an: ah this is so cute! }

warnings! : none! simple fluff and cuddling. very sfw. queen is used as a petname, though no pronouns specified.

as stated, he definitely would watch you sleep. both before you accepted him {so he thinks} and after.

he finds you adorable, watching your body move as you breath, and the cute little position you stay in while you sleep. he enjoys being there and making sure you are safe. in his.. own creepy way.

the moment he sees you twitch, he doesn't react. he thinks it is just a thing humans do at random during sleeping hours.

though, when he hears a small whine slip from those pretty lips of yours, he stills. your brows furrow and you curl closer to your knees, clearly in distress.

he pauses, not quite sure what to do. for a second he thinks about finding Mr. Crawling or Mr. Silvair, but decides against it. he calmly sets down his umbrella against the wall, slipping off his coat and sinking to his knees next to you.

he watches you for a second, thinking against his next actions as he dislikes contact, but moves forward. he slides next to you, pulling his coat around your much smaller form as a makeshift blanket. his hands slip on your waist and he presses you close to him, curling his body around you.

comforting you the best he can without waking you. you are his queen after all. he would do anything for you.

before you can wake up he would be gone, but that is as expected. hopefully next time you can willingly cuddle with him.

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[valeriascoat]

Mr.Scarletella x Reader

Ummm ehhhehe... Red guy, hawwooo.... Sorry for cringe ��

Your palm feels incredibly warm and alive compared to his own. A steady grip of your fingers, a focused face and a noticeable satisfaction with what you are doing – painting his nails.

Scarletella didn't quite understand why you were doing this, but just your attention to him was already an incredible wonderful, making the ghost's chest shrink into almost forgotten feelings. He didn't dare even move, for fear of spoiling something or knocking you off with even brush strokes. He just stared, as if fascinated, his eyes wide open.

And you, in turn, feel a hint of something adequate in this strange world. The simple act of painting your nails was surprisingly relaxing and allowed you to forget for a while about your frequent headaches and the oppressive atmosphere of ambiguity.

_

The "ghost in the red coat" became your "victim" on his own, as soon as he appeared in the hallway after you left the room with (strange words on walls) a makeup bag. You will not experience the fear of him that you had the first time you two met. Now, you meet him only with silence and a desire to get rid of his presence as soon as possible; he bowed his head owlishly in front of you and pointed at you in another attempt.

– Name… Say_name.

The answer was silence and your action: suddenly taking his palm and looking at it closely. A second later, and at him too.

– I_want to do_good_you.

Your language skills have improved, it's nice to know. Scarletella grunted questioningly, slightly arching his eyebrows. He didn't quite understand, but you were already satisfied that he didn't refuse.

_

And now he's sitting on the floor with you, obligingly letting you do whatever you want to do. In the process, he gradually began to enter a kind of trance, carried away by the noise of your breathing and random sounds from you.

But everything comes to an end, and your palm finally leaves him, signaling the end of the "beauty salon". Scarletella looks at you with his frighteningly empty eyes, in which there is an almost naive misunderstanding.

You chuckle, nodding your head at what you've done.

– Done. Look.

The ghost obediently raises his hands in front of him and curiously examines his nails. The red and black colors in his clothes are identical to the lacquers. It looks neat. Nicely. What you have done is always beautiful. You always do your best for him.

– You_like?

The ghost wants to smile softly, as you always do when something turns out well and feels good for you. But his smile stretches crookedly and looks completely different from what he probably expected. You've known for a long time what he's trying to do.

– I_like. Like. Very. I_like!

A chuckle escapes your lips again. It's nice when the work is evaluated properly. He knows how to please, it turns out. How nice.

A moment later, Scarletella stops almost incredulously, feeling the warmth of your palm on the top of his head. He knows this gesture (by the way that scrawling guy did it, which he definitely doesn't want to think about next to you). But just touching turns into stroking, to which the ghost reacts suddenly with a quiet hum of static. It even seems that if he had the opportunity to breathe, he would hold it in amazement. It is clear from him that he wants to express something, but is absolutely unable to formulate words, his eyes widening in admiration.

Because then you laugh good-naturedly, not loudly, not even in a voice, only with sighs and rhythmic lifting of your chest and shoulders. How charmingly stupid this menacing ghost looked, it was only necessary to make such a simple gesture. You even want to call him cute.

Scarletella could have sworn on his damned soul that he felt his heart beating in his chest and his body getting hotter. It absorbs every sound and movement that you make, trying to remember everything completely. Empty eyes are now filled with something that amuses and… bores you every time, to your regret.

The stroking stops, the innocent moment ruined by his extra feelings, and you quickly stand up, taking your makeup bag and crowbar before he can do anything. But the only thing he can do is to break out of the trance.

And stare openly.

– Goodbye.

You say quickly and disappear from view. I would like to admit that I didn’t really want to, because for the first time you managed to touch another part of him that was not connected with some sick mania to pursue you. But alas, one hint of this ruined all the charm.

You don't need it.

At the same time, Scarletella finds himself overwhelmed by the growing vines of adoration for you. His hands shake slightly, as if he’s trying to remember the warmth of your palms on them.

How much do you love him if you treat him so well?

Give him more.

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【文字化化】主人公ちゃん & 這いばい男 / fanart

主人公ちゃん & 這いばい男

眠い主人公ちゃんを寝かしつける這いばい男さん。

heroine & Mr.Crawling

Mr. Crawling puts the sleepy hero to sleep.

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[jackle-fundashii]

It's a good thing that mr.scarletella isn't real. That man would have me acting like a grandma. Like he be over there like "I want your name." And I'm 100% gonna hit him back with "Well if you eat your greens."

[fundashnee-rott]

I like the idea that mr.scarletella isn't chasing you because he's yandare but because he desperately wants to do the caramelldansen dance but can't really do it because he doesn't want his umbrella to get dirty and then he sees you and is like "please hold onto this."

[lilirot]

As far the whole "Homicipher isn't romantic (enough)" debate- Like I'd definitely say it's romance lite but it's definitely got romance especially if you read between the lines. It doesn't have a lot of the "dating" aspects you'd expect from a otome but considering the setting is that really surprising? Hard to go on a date in a constantly shifting labyrinth where the closet thing to a restaurant (a random ghostly painting) is serving unknown meat and blood "tea". (Spoilers)

Like, barring Mr. Silvair, who outright says he's not interested in you, and Mr.Machete barely acknowledges your existence in general in his route. All the other boys pretty obviously (to me) are attracted to MC romantically. Mr. Crawling is the most obvious with his route him outright saying it, and like, the other Mr.Crawling focused ending is literally called "Blissful Love Life". Mr.Scarletella is the same. He says he likes/love you, he says you like/love him (even if you don't agree obsessive love is still love). Honestly, I'm pretty sure that Scarlet Rain is the actual canon ending too. Mr.Hood you could absolutely interpret as more parental in his route for MC, but I think we need to use Otome's Razor (It's an Otome game so assume all the characters are into MC unless stated otherwise), here that it very much still equally possible he likes you too. Mr.Chopped is the most interesting because you definitely have to extrapolate based on information over the whole game and not just like his route. In fact Mr.Silvair's route, the explicitly non-romance route, pretty much confirms that Mr.Chopped is interested in MC. The monster that Mr.Silvair kills is Mr.Chopped, he ended up that way because MC mentioned that it would be for the best if he had a body, if he wasn't interested in MC he probably wouldn't have bothered to convinced Silvair to help him get his body back and ultimately turn into a mindless beast. Which is fucked up honestly. Bro just wanted to impress MC but ended up getting actually killed (seriously, he's one of the few characters that actually dies in this game what the fuck lmao)

[nightstag]

Hii<33 may I request Mr Scarletella from homicipher with a soulmate who’s a big flirt and teases him sfw and nsfw hcs (if comfortable writing ofc)? :3 I mean.. due to the limited amount of vocabulary, it would probs be expressed more through physical actions, lmfao just imagining getting so touchy feely just to get a reaction out of that delulu tomato looking mf

hi i definitely don't mind!

with mr.scarleletta i think the language barrier is not much of an issue just because he comes across as the type of person who brute forces/exudes what he wants to get across with his uh everything alone.

i have a wide variety of scenarios coming into my mind with an mc who's more flirtatious and teasing.

i will say i'm approaching this from an understanding or viewpoint of it being the ending where you two are kind of together, etc. otherwise, it's harder in my own eyes to see him not doing all this for the sake of your name (naturally)

in my own interpretation, mr.scarletella has an almost intense fixation or obsession towards the mc that i feel you being flirtatious is almost akin to matching his freak so he'd literally be surprised by the sudden gestures or even comments yet ultimately ends up giving his signature smile because you're playing into him and by extension i feel it's what he wants.

i think the mental image of MC flirting in their natural language is actually really funny. i like it a lot and think it should be considered because scarletella will become transfixed with understanding or getting the reference. becoming further clingy and almost cutely in a way insist you tell him what it means, how he can understand those words, and then become reliant/fussy about you saying it to him. anytime you do he grins and gets affectionate with you in return. cupping your face ... giving you a squeeze, pulling you in. even kisses! i can see him giving them.

flirting is also just a general invitation for him to make his own moves. i feel like mr.scarletella likes the attention and in return will match what you do with him. you're gonna flirt? sure mr.scarletella will do so in return. all he has to do is whisper a "desire you now" and it gets the point across, right? "want you" "give you" "need now" to me he talks like this, very very rapid-fire like yet he's making demands/requests for you because you riled him up and he does not want to wait. he must have what he wants !!! and thats you. give kisses, hold him, cuddle. you must because you got him worked up.

working with a scenario where the mc touches him i'm going to talk over a few sfw / nsfw immediate scenarios.

sfw:

he: melts into the touch, moves his hands onto yours and drags them further along/up/around his body where you touch. encouragement of what you're doing while grinning and whispering "like me?" or something along the lines of it.

cuddling unironically he fws. i feel he is all about invading your space already so being so close to you that you both are physically touching is like a dream. eager and overexcited. he loves it and thrives being in your space. i think scent is a big element too. burying his face into you and staying like that.

i think hand holding being foreign to him until you two do it. he becomes transfixed with your hands. reaches for it all the time and wants you to tug him along or he'll tug you along.

he's addicted to kisses, nothing crazier beyond small little pecks but they make him ecstatic. scattering them over your face and/or him being on the end of them.

nsfw:

i believe that mr scarletella can swing either way but he's more instinctive to be the more dominant one in a dynamic yet YET...he's absolutely a sucker for foreplay. having his partner feel him up or tease him makes him vibrate [literally]. i feel he only would respond via trembling or shaking, huff of breath, and comments akin to "desire hand" , i think he'd especially love handjobs from MC ngl. he can't keep still. his hand is clinging onto you. fingers grasping your raincoat while he babbles. sings your praise in simple phrasing.

i also have a very big opinion that scarletella would actually love a lot of non-penetrative intimacy because i think he's just transfixed with your body, and vice versa. body worship right down to things like rutting into your thighs, fingering of any kind, etc. things of the like. it's not all about penetrative sex bc theres so much you can do and he wants to do it all.

now on the reverse end. an mc who gets touchy with him. scarletella reacting vocally but not like loud. its a lot of huffing or speaking under his breath. he tries not to be loud but maybe it becomes a challenge for mc to see if he can be made loud. i think scarletella would like being touched a lot. especially BY mc. please ??? please do desire him

his weak zones: his ears, touches to his sides