Oh my stars I need to gnaw on bones and perish in the woods because. Because some people believe Wanderer/Scaramouche has gone through an entire redemption arc. No!! He is at the beginning. He is taking his first steps forward!!! He is STICKING with the Good Guys (TM) because it's the most optimal thing to do!! It's not out of character, he knows how to play the cards he's been dealt! And y'know, overtime, he should begin to grow to care for the people of Sumeru and the region itself!!! Like that's the point!!!! He isn't there yet!!!!!! He isn't supposed to be a good guy yet!!! The reason this "redemption arc" feels "unsatisfying" is because he isn't a fully converted good guy yet!!!! Aaaaaaaa!! :(
I have my thoughts below- and uh, it's a bit long
And to those saying Hoyo should've killed him off? Please, I do want to hear why you believe that killing off Scaramouche would've been more impactful than keeping him alive. I, personally, believe that killing him off would be a disservice to what the story has been trying to get across as Sumeru's version of wisdom.
And to explain what I believe the story has been trying to get across about wisdom: Wisdom is, to Sumeru, the celebration of individuality interwoven with the celebration of community. Greater Lord Rukkhadevata says that dreams are the fruit of human wisdom, and dreams are reflections of a person's raw joys, anxieties, sorrows, and examples of the bottomless creativity the mind produces. Those combined dreams power the Akasha, which helped Rukkhadevata repel forbidden knowledge and is considered an incredible piece of technology in Teyvat. (That's a lot of weight and power they're putting into dreams!!)
Wanna see another example of how starkly different individuals come together to beat an imposing foe? LITERALLY THE SUMERU CAST. Wonder why when you played throughout the Sumeru quest line it felt a tad bit like found family?? Because that's the point!! The narrative spends time fleshing out the bonds between characters, whether old or new! We see characters like Cyno, Dehya, and Alhaitham grow to trust one another despite their tense start! We see previously established relationships like Dehya and Dunyarzad or Tighnari and Cyno! They all get closer to the Traveler as well! It is INTENTIONAL!!
Okay, now back to this puppet, Scaramouche is someone who has consistently had his own personhood denied, with his right to exist as an individual played with. His own perceived abandonment from Ei and the Fatui orchestrating the destruction of his only support group (the people of Tatarasuna) in order to be used for their own gain hammers that point home. He rejects himself by ignoring his own humanity in favor of becoming something he THINKS he's supposed to be! The Harbingers do not trust one another, and they are ready to stab their colleagues in the back from their own gain. (Which he does!! What sense of community here?? None!!)
Do you see? Scaramouche, in this state, is the antithesis of Sumeru's wisdom. Which is precisely why he fails. He fails and he falls due to the wisdom of the people of Sumeru and the joint efforts of the Sumeru cast. He, a shattered puppet once more, is forced to reckon with the fact that who he believes he should be is not who he is. And to make that realization have meaning, he must live.
There is a reason why the nation of wisdom is also the nation of dendro. To grow, adapt, and change are its core principles. So why wouldn't the Dendro Archon extend her hand to someone denied what she had been recently given- support, companionship, community. Wouldn't it be much more impactful to see a sickly sapling turn into a tree rather than letting it die? With Wanderer, we will (eventually) see the harvest of Sumeru's ideals. From rocky start to the nebulous finish, Wanderer will embody the adaptation and growth that marks Sumeru's wisdom as he steadily grows into his own individual- with many characters we know accompanying him on that journey.
I dunno how else to put this, I literally just think that having a character actively being shaped by what makes Sumeru.. Sumeru after a total rejection of it is neat. Because.. Y'know. Plants? Nurturing and growing?? I am being SO real I do not think narratively cutting off a character's ability to grow would be Sumeru's jam. Sorry for this mess of a rant, I hope my thoughts got through.. and this isn't even talking about the nuances of other characters (especially Nahida!!) but I am. Tired. So tired :')
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Hank with an Eldritch Horror Reader
Here's another thing I wrote two years back! It was an interesting concept which I really liked, so I actually really enjoyed writing this request!
Hank J Wimbleton was a grunt of many things, but not one to be scared unless he had a good reason to be. There were many things in this world he did not understand, you were one of them. Upon meeting you, his first instinct would have been to either fight or run away - who could blame him, it was all he knew. No matter how many times you reassured him that the very last thing you wanted to do was to harm him, he’d draw his weapon, uncertain of whether or not he should believe your words.
Once you show no resistance towards him whatsoever and simply restrain him using your powers or other methods, that’s when, thrashing around as much as he could, he would start listening. You may or may not have seen a grunt up close, but this was your chance to finally examine one. As you scrutinise him from every possible angle Hank realises that you were simply curious about his being and finally lowers weapon.
Your voice would likely hurt his head and freeze the blood in his veins, so you might have to resort to telepathy or speak through a marionette, if you can find one. Though, once Hank’s interest in you has been piqued, he’d be more than happy to find you one. A lot of people in Nevada seem to be redundant in the first place. Regarding telepathy: You will be able to have a two-way conversation with Hank like that, but, for the most part, he doesn’t think in words. Still, he can do so, if needed.
If you’re on the rather small side, he will make an effort to pick you up, or hold you, and bring you back to base. Depending on whether you can float or not, this might be rather difficult, but he’ll try. If you’re large, however, then he will simply “tell” you to follow him. As an eldritch being you could likely either change your form or scare away anyone in your path in the first place, so he doesn’t particularly worry about anyone being stupid enough to attack you.
Spend time with him, he’ll get used to you more and more and, eventually, grow a bond with you. Proud, he’ll show you to Doc so he can figure out what you are, but do not be fooled. Hank wants to know what you are to some degree too. Once comfortable with you and certain you won’t harm him, he’ll start observing you, touching you to some degree. See how you react, how you feel, how you are.
Despite your conversations being, for the most part, one-sided, Hank will ask you directly what you are and if you’re some form of eldritch deity. Since you’re an amicable creature he can’t exactly wrap his head around, it’s worth a try.
Although he would like to do so to some degree, he won’t take you with him on missions. It’s his way of saying “I care a great deal about you, I don’t want you to die or worse even if you are capable of defending yourself.” If you really insist on aiding him, he will let you, begrudgingly. But beware that he will have your back. In fact, having you around will give him a greater reason to fight and improve his overall performance. Though, it will also be a major stress factor to him if something were to happen to you, so choose wisely.
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Kinktober day 31: Free Day
James wasn't enjoying the damn party at all, the stupid costume you had forced him to wear was itching him and you weren't even by his side to at least chat, as soon as they had arrived you went to talk to your friends, leaving him aside.
He didn't know anyone, and seeing strangers hug you and touch you wasn't his cup of tea at all. However, he recognized that he deserved that silent treatment a little bit, he hadn't been very nice to you when he saw you in that little cowgirl outfit, he admitted that you looked sexy, but he didn't like the idea of others seeing you like that. You were his girl, he was supposed to be the only one who could see you wearing little clothes. He sighed as he drank his beer, his eyes were fixed on you, at least from his spot he had a good view of your ass in those tight shorts, hell, if they hadn't fought, he'd probably be fucking you in one of the rooms upstairs.
In your opinion, James was being irrational, yes, what you decided to wear was a little revealing but it's not like you were going to offer yourself up to some other man to take you, you hated seeing him upset and maybe you were being a bitch by leaving him alone in a place with people he didn't know, you didn't even want to stay upset with him, however, maybe ignoring him would teach him not to be jealous.
James had enough when a guy decided to put his hands around you, he was just hugging you but the blond didn't see it that way, he walked over to where you were and pushing the guy away from you, grabbed your hand and started pulling you away.
"What the fuck is wrong with you Hetfield? Let go of me" You tried to pull yourself out of his grip but it was impossible, when you were out of the house, James put you against the wall in the alley and kissed you hard.
"You're mine, my girlfriend and I don't care if you go out in your underwear or naked, you're mine and no asshole can get his hands on you."
He hugs your waist and pulls you closer to his torso, kisses and bites your neck with the intention of marking you, his hands descend to squeeze your buttocks, you whimper at his rudeness and pull his hair as soon as you feel his teeth scrape against your sensitive skin.
His hands slip under the shorts you're wearing, that's when you hear his chuckle, he's got you.
"Oh, what do we have here…you're not wearing underwear, huh? Wow, what exactly were you looking for with this, sweetheart" His fingers slip between your wet folds, you hiss as you feel the touch of his digits against your sensitive, needy bud, you want to tell him that you did this for him, that you were hoping he'd take you home and fuck like crazy until the break of dawn. No words manage to come out of your mouth, you are too lost in the sensation of him touching you like this, in the street, where anyone can see them.
His fingers press against your entrance, James begins to slowly finger you while his eyes are fixed on your expressions of pure pleasure, you cling to his shoulders as you spread your legs a little wider for him, he takes it as a signal to pull down your shorts and turn you around to face the wall.
"Lift that nice ass up, present it for me…if what you wanted was to provoke me to fuck you then well, that's what you'll get."
You moan and with your face pressed against the wall, you arch your back so that your ass is in full view, spread your cheeks with your hands and present your dripping pussy to him. He whistles admiring how needy your entrance looks, hovering around the nothingness, ready to be filled with his huge cock, he runs his thumb along your slit, gathering your slick to smear his own length, he gives himself a few strokes getting his cock all wet and shiny, without much ceremony he lines up in your hole and buries himself to the hilt.
Your legs falter and you whine his name, begging him to keep going, not to hold back and do whatever he wants with you.
His hips slammed hard into you, he grunted with each thrust as he felt you contract around him, his hands holding your hips tightly to guide his cock into your sweet spot.
"A very naughty cowgirl, wiggling around with no panties on…We could have avoided coming to this stupid party and fucking comfortably in our bed, but no, it seems you are disgusting enough to want to get your pussy filled in an alley, like a whore" There was a lot in his tone of voice, there was anger, possessiveness and lust.
You loved it when James got rough with you, it turned you on, made your wetness slide down your thighs. You were both panting at this point, he didn't stop even when some people passed by where you were standing, you were about to cum and he knew it, you watched him suck his fingers and put them against your bundle of nerves, you managed to rub yourself against him until you felt yourself come undone, the climax hitting you with spasms of pleasure.
His cock throbbed inside you, you clenched your walls around him so that he would fill you with his seed, you needed it, you wanted to feel his warm cum inside you and so it was, his load spurting into your tight hole, his forehead resting against your back. When he withdrew you felt the combination of your fluids and his dripping down your legs, you looked over your shoulder and bit your lip.
"If I had a camera, I swear I'd take a picture of how messy you look in that cowgirl costume, dripping my cum from you" You let out a giggle and turned to look at him, your fingers went to your used pussy and you scooped up some of his semen to take it into your mouth, he gasped and chuckled in disbelief.
"At home there is a camera, we can go there, I can ride you and you can take all the pictures you want while I milk your cock" He opens his eyes and grins from ear to ear, he helps you organize your clothes and at a quick pace you head to your own place.
And we have reached the end beautiful horny people...
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