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scaramouche scaramouche can you do the fandango
#he’s a little chaotic but i love him for it#autistic scaramouche#scaramouche genshin#scaramouche genshin impact#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche genshin fanart#wanderer genshin#wanderer genshin impact#genshin wanderer#wanderer genshin fan art#genshin impact fanart#genshin impact
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except you'll never know which one is the bad bitch and which one is autistic
#genshin impact#scarabedo#scaramouche x albedo#genshin#wanderer#scaramouche#scaraposting#albescara#albedo x wanderer#albedo#albedo genshin impact#wanderer genshin#genshin scaramouche#me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic#genshin ship
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.I'll Kiss You Like I Don't Love You By Rena | Shyent
Scaramouche x fem!reader, taller fml, dry-humping, asexual fml, hand-job, praise, avoidant attachment style, she has so many physical flaws and I love her for that, implied autistic fml
WC: 2.998k
This is a repost from my other account with some minor (BIG, THEY WERE BIG!!) corrections.
You gasp when you feel his knee being shoved further up between your legs against your bare pussy, unshielded by the dress you wore, often without any undergarments for the sake of general comfort at home.
Scaramouche rests his hand on the back of your head and pulls your face towards him. Tilting his head upwards to look up at you, the hairs at the tip of your noses brushing against each other, inflicting a ticklish sensation. A hand quivering with anticipation rests against his cheek, and he leans into your palm that was nearly covering the entirety of the side of his face. Scaramouche rubs against it as a means of feeling your calluses and his skin prickles.
He turns his face into your hand, eyes closing as he inhales your scent, lips pressing into your grasp for a moment of silence (a moment of ceaseless worship). You lean in to kiss his cheek, seeking to get as close to his lips as you can, should, and will.
Scaramouche appeals to his gaze once more, looking back at you through his eyelashes. Turning to you, he would not dare to close his eyes as he leaned in. The world as he knew it became a blur.
His world; your skin, your moles, your eyelashes in an illusion of entanglement with his, the colour of your scarred lips and your eyes. Scaramouche brushes his lips against yours. Grazes would turn into pecks, and pecks would turn into long, drawn-out kisses.
And another, and another, and another.
It was relentless, the creeping flame behind each kiss.
It was measured, yes, the roll of your hips and the warmth pooling at the pit of his stomach as he swallowed every flicker of fire that would spark between you two.
It was bridled, the way he'd consume you. Your scent, warmth beneath his fingers, palm buried in your hair. Your taste, your moans, your searing touch, all of which stoked the embers of a shared fire hot with passion. As always, you lean in. Not to make a plea to an ache you did not feel, but for closeness; the ever-grounding comfort of his presence.
Your desires were cool and steady. However, never in your ignorance mistaken, this want as weak in comparison to his, for it was all but mere. Not when it was so large and present in his conscious mind. Not when it was what tempered the fire you knew burned in him, always for you. Always because of you.
You whine in frustration as he removes his leg from between yours. In an attempt to reclaim his warmth, you’d raise your knee to try and wrap your leg around his waist. Each time, he dodged you by stepping back. Scaramouche chuckled at the sound of your groans of annoyance, his tittering kept light. You’d argue that it was in fact, a giggle. Scaramouche would beg to differ.
The back of his legs hit the soft edge of the sofa, and the corner of his lips curled upwards as he was forced to slump backwards into a relaxed position. Seizing the opportunity to climb on top of him, you jump at the chance to straddle his leg, hands clamped on his shoulders for balance.
You nip his lip before finally pulling back, your gaze shifting from his indigo eyes to the string of saliva that connected your lips. To Scaramouche’s amusement, you regarded him with a victorious, giddy expression, sticking your nose up in the air as a display of conquer.
"I won."
"And pray tell, what have you won?"
Your pause, your features scrunching as you try to articulate your triumph. It was stupidly charming.
"...I won," you say, a giggle slipping out, bouncing on his leg in excitement. You rest your hands over one another on the top of his head, rolling his neck in small circles. You flick your toes and smile teasingly, experimentally rolling your hips with a twinkle in your eyes, "So, may I?".
Scaramouche reaches out a hand to caress your cheek before wrapping his fingers and applying minimal pressure around your neck, whereas his free hand would rest on your thigh. No, his heart will never not flutter at the way your smile would brighten and widen (just for him, only for him) whenever he did it.
"Go ahead," he whispers, softer than he'd intended.
You remove your hands from his head to hold his face, pressing your forehead against his as you try to find your rhythm. Whenever Scaramouche’s face had been held by you, he’d feel so small. Yet, to his surprise, he never found himself feeling undermined or you overbearing. Rather, Scaramouche felt protected in your hands bigger than his, and cherished, and appreciated.
No matter what they did—each time—sometimes it took ten or more minutes for you to feel a spark of arousal, but it never deterred you from the general idea of doing these things with him, and it never made the experience of doing it with you worth any less.
You knew that he was accepting of how your needs differed from him and how enthusiastic he was about accommodating you. You knew it, yet even so, you never quite escaped the creeping anxiety of not being enough, like now.
Flurried and in spite of your better judgement, you press your clit harder, rougher against his thigh, eliciting an ached moan and the aversion of your eyes in something akin to shame, pulling your head back. Scaramouche did not miss a beat.
“Hey, look at me,” he caresses your cheek with his free hand. “You do not have to perform for me.”
“I’m not…I want to do this with you.” your movements were now slow, irregular and stiff, and your heart was racing. You didn’t want him to think that you didn’t, you didn't want him to feel undervalued. Not when he was worth so much to you.
He huffs through his nose, rubbing the pad of his thumb into the side of your neck, creating pressure and with efficiency, cutting off your blood flow slightly.
“I know that you do, but I’m reminding you that I want to do this with you too; take your time for me.”
To show you what he meant, he tightened his grasp on your side and forced you to slow down to a more comfortable and relaxed pace.
“Just like that, okay? We'll do this for as long as you want to. The point of this is that I want to feel good with you—not just because of you. You want that too. Don't you, pretty girl?”
You follow the pace Scaramouche eased you into and rests a hand over his stomach before raising his shirt over his chest. You avoid his gaze, the praise making you shy, and gaze down at his bare skin.
“I do…” you murmur, before adding earnestly, willing yourself to look back at him. “I want you too.”
Around the eight-minute mark, you exhale through your nose, nostrils twitching.
“Feeling it now?”
“Yeah…”
His hand on your hip slips up your waist underneath the dress you wore, rubbing tender circles around the fat of your breast, then the areola before pressing down on your nipple, causing you to hum his name.
“And what's this?”
“Good…”
“That's not what I asked, [name]. Let's try again,” Scaramouche pinches your nipple. “What's this?”
“You’re pinching my boob.”
He smiles at the pout on your lips and your furrowed brows, “Go on.”
“Your palm is pressed against my chest…and you feel so cold. And you're rubbing me so slowly…kneading? Yeah, the word is kneading. You're removing your hand from my neck and…”
You continue to narrate what he does. With his now free hand, he raises the hem of your dress over your shoulders for it to cascade down your back, exposing your body bare for him.
Scaramouche palms your neglected breast and rolls each side in opposing directions each with tenderness and care, flicking at and pressing into your cool nipples with his thumbs. As you lean into his touch, he takes it as his to use his right hand to caress your ass. He kisses the areola, before licking circles with his tongue and then finally taking your nipple into his mouth.
And gods, it was adorable. The way Scara looked up at you to gauge your approval, how he’d needily press his face against your breast and flick and twirl his tongue in a careful, methodical manner. The little suckling and clicking sounds he’d make as he sucked on your tit, how heavily he’d breathe through his nose and the occasional puff of his cheek and the pleasured hums muffled against your skin.
The saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth messing up his lips and the drool snaking down his chin and your stomach. The flush of his cheeks and the way he furrowed his brows and sucked on you in heightened fervour as you dragged your fingers through his indigo locks in a manner reminiscent of a cat. At some point, you stopped narrating as there wasn’t much to say anymore, but he did not mind. He didn’t need you to keep on talking to get off any further, not when you were looking at him like that.
“Good boy.”
You almost squeal when he scowls at you, but it wasn’t a scowl he could maintain for long when you decided to reward him. When you slide your hand along his neglected thigh and reach into the looseness of his shorts to palm his clothed cock before reaching into his boxers. Scaramouche rubs into your hand, and the expression on his face, his eyes rolling back and his muted moans did nothing but egg you on. It did nothing but want you to make him feel even better.
Once you’ve had your appetizer, you take your hand out, and you can absolutely hear his whine when you do. Scaramouche grazes his teeth against your nipple as if to threaten you, but returns to licking when you peel the band of his shorts down, allowing his cock to spring out and meet the cold air.
You firmly grasp his dick and rub your thumb around his head. Not enough to make him cum any time soon, but just to induce sensation. He pants, and finally, you hear a pop when he removes his mouth from your nipple, a thick string of saliva between his lips and the mound as he momentarily closes his eyes shut, panting.
Hm, what did you have to lose?
"Your pubes are really cute.”
"...Do you have to tell me that each time you see my dick?"
"They are, though...Can I have some?"
"...I feel I've become so desensitised to your-"
"Love for cute things?"
"If that's another way to say strangeness or degeneracy, then sure, that–to the point that I see no reason to deny you of your request."
"Deadass?"
"Absolutely."
"You're so sweet!"
"And you're ever the romantic."
Despite the sarcasm in his tone, Scaramouche did mean it. As weird, and quite frankly, disturbing, as your request might be, he wouldn’t mind providing you with even his nails torn from the bed..he's unwilling to say that just yet, though; the least he'd want to do is scare you. And he knew that it wouldn’t be the intrusive idea of gory fingers penetrating your imagination that would do it for you, but rather, the idea of him going so far for you. Him being hurt for you voluntarily. To confront the idea of him loving you. To be forced to acknowledge that reality you were not ready to.
You rest your chin on his shoulder, as you tease his cock, moaning into his ear,
“Thank you…thank you so, so much for this…I like you.” You can feel chills crawling up along your skin as your cunt drools on Scara’s thigh.
“If you’re so thankful…” he bites out, giving one hard and aggressive jerk into your hand. “Then touch me like you mean it.”
I love you, he doesn’t say.
And with that, you finally tighten your grip around his wet cock and on the gods, the sound elicited from him was heavenly. How he choked on his moan when you jerked his dick off and dug his teeth into your shoulder.
Giving up on maintaining a cohesive conversation, they allow themselves to be reduced to a cacophony of whining and panting, and on your part, near sobs when the sensation of your impending orgasm becomes overwhelming. When you verbalise this, he grips either side of your hips and forces you to continue rocking your hips. Each jerk was hard, mean and snappy, yet so fucking slow. You didn’t know which hurt more; the anticipation or the stimulation.
“Good good good, so good–oh fuck.” you mewl.
He thrusts his dick into your hand. Through his lashes, eyes half-lidded, his gaze wouldn’t flitter. No, but rather, he’d sensor his eyes up and down from your head to your cradling hips. He tried to imagine what it would be like to be inside of her, forcing himself to align the pace of his hips with hers. As torturous as it was, it did nothing but heighten his arousal.
“Fuck- just like that, don’t stop for me, alright, pretty girl…”
“I’m pretty?”
“Hah…you’re acting as if I don’t call you that on a daily basis.”
“..I just want you to say it again, please...”
“You’re so. Fucking. Beautiful” Each word is accentuated with each thrust. “If I let go, can you, hah, keep moving? Can you do that for me?”
“I don’t…I don’t think that I can…”
“For me. You’ll make me so fucking happy if you can do just this one thing, do you want to make me happy?”
“I do!”
“Then, can I trust you?”
Unfortunately for you, Scaramouche doesn’t provide you the opportunity to answer as he removes his hands to run to explore your body before finally settling on your bare waist. You’d probably pull his cheeks apart if he said it aloud, but the way your sounds had gotten progressively higher when you were forced to carry her pleasure for him was extremely pathetic.
Pitiful, the way you’d try to keep your watering eyes from rolling back (he said that you looked stupidly cute once for it. You had focused on the word ‘stupid’ more than the ‘-ly cute’ part) and trained on him. How you tried and failed to bite down on your lip to keep your mouth clamped shut.
The saliva trailing down your chin, darkened cheeks and tongue occasionally lolling past your lips. The way you’d grunt his name and strings of unintelligible pleas for nonsense was going to send him over the edge. The way, that despite yourself, you stretched yourself between stimulating and performing the task he put onto you. How you���d, despite the burden of his request, would overwhelm yourself with stimulation while putting special attention to his cock.
How you’d flick your wrist, circle his hole and shake. All the while stumbling over your words as you asked him again and again ‘Is this okay?’. Under normal circumstances, he’d tease and mimic you to see your scowl, but how could he now? He admits he’d feel uncharacteristically bad for it. Not when you were doing all of this for him.
Scaramouche didn’t even think that he could speak in full sentences anymore, not when he was panting along with you like a dog in heat. Not when he was pathetically calling your name and reassuring you of your performance. Not while trying his best to swallow the words hot at the tip of his tongue ‘I love you’. Not when he was trying to keep his composure that was melting into a puddle, assuming he still had any, to begin with.
Your thighs, at last, clench around his and you squeal, closing your eyes shut as you grind your pussy down on his leg, your fluids pooling and dripping down into a puddle on the floor. And oh, if you could see how beautiful and fucked up you looked. At the back of his mind, Scaramouche wondered if he could take a picture of you someday.
Your toes curl and you can feel his small body tense under you, your backs arching and chests pressing against each other, the saliva left behind him on yours smudging against his. Scaramouche feels his stomach twitch and his eyes roll back, your hips stuttering and your pussy fluttering on his thigh.
“I’m cumming…”
“I’m gonna cum too…”
Your hand stutters to a near halt, but, if the feeling of you alone wasn’t enough to send him over the edge. He played those words over and over as he rutted into your grasp, digging his fingers into your waist almost painfully as you sloppily licked the side of his neck. When you finally met your climax, you also felt his hot cum shooting between the two of you onto your stomachs and underneath your breasts.
No words were exchanged between the two of you. Not when you removed your head from his shoulder, not when you caressed his cheek with your hand messy with his fluids. Not when he leans into your touch, further smearing them against his face. Not when he pulled you in to lick the sweat off your cheek and forehead, not when you kiss him and suck on his bottom lip. Not when he wraps his arms around you and rolls you over to sit beside him on the couch and not when you burst into a fit of giggles and he hums, both your bodies twitching and coming down from your highs. And not when you quiet down, staring back into his eyes.
No words were spoken, but few were imminent in his mind.
I love you, he doesn’t say.
I know. You close your eyes.
Author's Note: This is my second smut piece. Writing it took me a long time, and I'm a bit dissatisfied with how it turned out. I haven't had the chance to proofread it thoroughly, so please let me know if you notice any errors. I would really appreciate your comments and reblogs! If there are any errors, please tell me, comment and reblog.
#scaramouche#genshin impact#genshin smut#kunikuzushi#wanderer genshin#genshin scara#scaramouche x reader#scara x reader#tall!reader#tall reader#scaramouche smut#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x autistic!reader#asexual reader#asexual!reader#scaramouche fluff#genshin fluff#fluff and smut#smut and fluff
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Behold the most autistic thing i have ever created
This edit is based off of my Scaralayla matrix au fic, which is unfinished but I'm writing the next chapter currently
its also not beta'd so i keep going back and changing things, but y'know, i would always love a beta reader.... especially since i never learned to spell properly as a kid and now I'm screwed over for life.
the first chapters do follow to plot of the matrix quite closely buts its hard to deviate from that, there will be major deviations and changes as i connect the characters and lore together in future chapters.
and ofc, they are all transgender.
#The Matrix#Matrix#genshin imapct#Wanderer genshin#scaramouche#wanderer#Layla genshin#Layla#nahida genshin#nahida#scaralayla#scaralayla edit#wanderer x layla#scaramouche x layla#Edit#Fanfic#autistic
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Propaganda under the cut
Scaramouche
-first of all, he's the most babygirl of all time. second, he makes a bowl cut look HOT which should be impossible but he manages. third, he's just. so. autistic to me. I can't even explain it He Just Is. babygirl's special interest is his own heart. he has no concept on how to have a ""normal"" interaction so he just says whatever the fuck he wants at any given moment. canonically carries around comfort items (his doll and his feather). I just love him sm
Jeff
-Overall characterized as pretty awkward, the kid first introduces himself by listing his flaws (including “I’m very nearsighted” among them, the silly, that’s a neutral trait!) and then saying he wished they could be friends when he literally just saved people that called him over there telepathically with the phrase “friend we never met” in there! Almost like he was rattling off a memorized script in a way and I say this in the most awww look how hard he’s trying way possible. He’s pretty implied to be nocturnal as he works during the night and his specialty is fixing busted technology. He’s very good at it too! His dad was also a scientist but their relationship is interesting? Anyway, tldr his dad was always so absorbed in his work that they hadn’t seen each other in 10 years while Jeff was at boarding school and for context, Jeff is 13. Relationship with mother unknown. Do not ask. We don’t know either. Anyway, he’s got the autistic swag in the tbh stares at you blankly way. You can’t even see his eyes in most official art, so he’s just peak -_- to me right behind Frisk Undertale. Did anyone submit them too? Maybe I will if I have the energy.
-saved my life while i was playing this game also he has guns and can make a lot of gadgets he cannot crit but also cannot miss and hes super genius
#genshin impact#scaramouche#the wanderer#scaramouche genshin impact#jeff andonuts#earthbound#mother 2#autistic bowlcut swag tournament
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Hiii!! Can I ask for requests with a little Kabukimono from genshin :3?
Kabukimono Stimboard
W/ age regression stims
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🐈-💜-🐈
🧸-🍼-🧸
#actually autistic#ageregression#autism#sfw interaction only#sfw little community#sfw little stuff#stim#pacifier stim#stim blog#blanket stim#genshin impact#scaramouche#scarameow#kanbukimono#purple stim#paci stim#baby regression#baby stims#toy stims#toy stim
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okay so i’m now obsessed with the idea of freminet x scaramouche.
freminet is always obsessed with schedule and order and is always ready to do what his friends say and scaramouche is chaotic, spontaneous, and desperately needs someone to listen to him.
both have strong mommy issues due to abandonment and both had traumatic childhoods.
both attempt to hide and rid all emotions that they feel, and both feel alien and alone.
i hc both of them as autistic and ftm and who doesn’t love a good neurodivergent t4t couple
anyways they’d just be so good for each other. they’d bring each other a kind of joy and space to be vulnerable neither had been allowed to experience before.
and scara is canonically sorta a puppet/doll/robot, and if he was hurt, frem could help him bc he’s rlly good with machines
#nics stuff#genshin#genshin impact#freminet#scaramouche#scaranet#fremouche#fremscara#freminet x scaramouche#ship#rarepair#genshin rarepair#genshin ship#genshin ship idea#hc#headcanons#ftm headcanon#autistic headcanon
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I understand why people say Scaramouche / Wanderer is trans coded, but I see him as more Autistic coded.
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im such a gatekeeper cuz i always get unreasonably upset when i see people that only started liking scaramouche post sumeru (and especially if they ever disliked him)
#scaramouche#nothing wrong with only liking him after sumeru came out btw#im just autistic about him
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Disability Pride Month Challenge Day 11
day 11: character(s) with your disabilit(y/ies)
the characters we picked for this are: (wow we have a lot of things wrong with us)
shouta aizawa ((implied) chronic fatigue)
scaramouche/wanderer ((headcanon) did)
penny ((headcanon) chronic pain)
momo yaoyorozu ((headcanon) hypermobility)
klee ((headcanon) autistic)
emu otori ((headcanon) depression)
kokomi ((headcanon) social anxiety)
flag credits: chronic fatigue flag, did/osdd/udd flag, chronic pain flag, hypermobility flag, autism flag, mdd flag, sad flag
feel free to use with credit as long as you aren't on our dni, but don't claim as your own! like/reblog if you save or enjoy!
#disability pride month#disability pride#disability positivity#icons#icon edit#fandom icons#chronic fatigue#disassociative identity disorder#chronic pain#hypermobility#autistic#depression#anxiety#shouta aizawa#scaramouche genshin#penny pokemon#momo yaoyorozu#klee genshin#emu otori#kokomi genshin#edit#fandom edit#edit blog#[our edits]#[ajax 🐋🗡️🧊]
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the witches. investigating the irminsul. are the ones writing STORYBOOKS
#personal stuff#thorn plays genshin#VINDICATIONNN#like i called it w nahida preserving info as a story so it wouldn't get changed#you can't convince me that at least SOME of the witches aren't also doing the same. like holy shit i love being right#THIS WHOLE QUEST KICKS ASS I LOVE HEXENZIRKEL LORE#GARDENING METAPHORS WITH GOLD AUUGH#RIPPING AND TEARING [POS]#OOHH THE VOICE WE HEARD AFTER THE SCARAMOUCHE THING WAS A HEXENZIRKEL MEMBER???#also oh my goddddd alice's way of speaking reminds me a lot of ely#it might just be a trope? for that particular kind of character? but it stood out to me here#also. also also. not relevant to the quest but the yt video description.#alice being referred to as a friend to adults who yet harbor hope........starts cryign#anyway YEAH windblume was fun :]] autistic cyno real. also backstory for him???#and collei n sucrose's interactions were so sweet i care them
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being forced to see other peoples bad polls should be a crime. that kid from omori won over rui prsk in an autism swag contest. scaramouche won over mafuyu in a transmasc contest. first of all thats a Girl
#gost#Literally makes me feel bonkers#Rui is most autistic man alive#Mafuyu is so transmasc. scaramouche is a GIRL#i do NOT CAREEE ABOUT GENSHIN BUT DONT SHOW ME THESE LIESSS
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melon melon diary f02/23 - this month I've been having a lot of food related problemssss urgh I just want to eat in peace..... and I also got thinking on these fellas, that you know, I like a lot, but like, never interacted or consume their original medias, just seeing them online was already cool. We know WHAT they have in common, right? RIGHT???
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melon melon diário f02/23 - neste mês tive um problemão com comidasssss urgh só quero comer em paz....... e também pensei bastante nesses carinhas aqui ne, que você sabe, eu ainda não consumi nada da mídia original deles, só vi eles por ai online, já era suficiente pra pensar que são legais. E nós sabemos O QUE eles tem em comum, certo? NÉ???
#papermelonworking#sketchbook#melon melon diary#scaramouche#hunter#kirby#link#aroace#autistic#enby#fanart#blog
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now that this has over 12k notes i need to be a little autistic and reblog it from myself to rant about smth
probably like a dozen people have said stuff in the tags like "beholding your scaramouche icon op" "ah the icon makes sense" etc etc
THIS POST IS NOT ABOUT SCARAMOUCHE
i'm not mad actually i shouldn't use all caps. you can have a slightly different interpretation of scara than me, that's okay
but as an annoying stan and someone with strong blorbo opinions, i just don't think he quite fits this trope. yes, he DID descend into madness/insanity after experiencing strong personal tragedy - but i don't think it was really about the empathy.
yes, he was a lot more empathetic in his youth, before he closed himself off from all other people. and the grief was definitely a driver in his fall. but the crux of his problem has always been a soul-crushing loneliness.
that's why he was able to reframe the losses as betrayals. that's why what finally allowed him to begin to heal was when someone (nahida) saw all that mess and still believed in him and, most importantly, stayed.
he has never had strong personal ideals nor really been at conflict with the cruelty of the world. he's not trying to solve anything with his crusades nor even burn it down as revenge. it's a much more intimate and, dare i say more easily relatable, tragedy that drove him to such extremes: being alone. being unwanted. and believing that as long as he remained himself, that would never, ever change. so he resolved to erase himself and become something different. and dottore offered him the perfect goal to obsessively pursue: becoming a god, the first thing he had ever failed at.
i think scaramouche is slowly rediscovering his empathy now in a world where he's allowed himself to care. seeing him begin to reclaim his softness is one of my favorite things in wanderer fics. but it was never the conflict at the heart of his character. imo.
i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good
#this got way longer than i thought it would sorry#been too long since i let the scara brainrot take hold i had a lot of thoughts apparently#aphelion.txt#scaramouche#meta#not using 'be a little autistic' in a derogatory way btw i just am genuinely autistic lol
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how to make friends on tumblr ?!!!
im kel, any prns, autistic
i like genshin, hyperfixated on scaramouche since 2021, im AR 59 and main wanderer
i like classic literature
-sylvia plath
-albert camus
-brontë sisters
-virginia woolf
-+more
#classic literature#literature#genshin impact#scaramouche#kunikuzushi#wanderer#sylvia plath#jane austen#virginia woolf#albert camus#autism#autistic spectrum
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okay, more HCs. This one is only Scara, so things might get a lil dark- I'm not normal about him. anywho: Scaramouche: -autistic. I am going to say this about every Harbinger, bc it's the truth. -most traumatized mfer in all of Teyvat. Seriously. someone give this guy a licensed therapist. -as Kabukimono, he's tried to eat several non edible items. This one is inspired by that one researcher who made up a story about him eating a humans arm. The image of little Scara munching on various dangerous items is so cute -related to the above: he still does it sometimes, to fuck with people. Dottore thinks its great. Pierro had to stop him from getting Kuni to eat a delusion. -Eyes (& markings) always glow at least slightly, even if he's not using his powers. Its not really noticeable in the day, but at night you can see it pretty well -hates Pantalone. Not bc he's jealous of him hanging out with Dottore or something (if anything, Pantalone gets jealous), but just because he is an ass. -Went to the Abyss again for a long time, just after Arlecchino became a Harbinger, and kind of forgot that Crucy was replaced. Came back and was like "who the FUCK- oh right". Why? because I think its funny -In general, has a better relationship with most of the female Harbingers than the male ones. -a little self indulgent, but I like to think that he was able to float a lil with electro as well. We see Raiden and Ei do it, and I think it'd be cute if he was able to as well, if to a lesser degree. -has used almost every element at some point, testing delusions with Dotty. Mostly bc I can't really imagine all those researchers just throwing 4 extra elements at shouki no kami and being like "figure it out" -speaking of delusions: I think he didn't use one. His electro is inert and I dont think he used another element. I see people headcanoning his delusion as Anemo, and I get it, but I don't like it all that much -SPEAKING of his electro being inert to his body- I refuse to believe he lost electro completely. The whole "oh he used up his divinity" is lazy. He can still connect to Irminsul, which he only learned while ascending, but he cant use electro anymore, something that he's had since birth? Bullshit. I understand him not using it, but I think it'd be more impactful if that was a voluntary choice. I'd really like to see him recover it over the course of the story -I think Youkai like him. Obviously this excludes Yae Miko, but I think as Kabukimono it wouldn't be strange to see him being followed by some Tanuki or the lesser Kitsune. I would really like to see him interact with the Youkai Children from that one Inazuma event, I think it'd be really cute. -I like seeing people write about him and Kujou Sara, both romantic, platonic and as enemies. The two of them are very similar in some aspects, and then radically different in others. I think it'd be really interesting to see Kujou Sara confronted with her own trauma being reflected onto Ei. I guess this is mostly because I just really like Sara and I want my favs to interact xD -more of a theory, but I think Pierro and Dottore, (will) remember him. He has a lot of foreshadowing in his voiceline about Pierro & Dotty, and other things. He's very clearly endgame/lore relevant, with his story not even being finished. -not a HC, but I wanted to mention it: I'm still stuck in Inversion of Genesis on my main account. I never played past it. I did the Fontaine and Natlan quests for friends/watched them online, but I'm still in IoG on my main, because I never fully decided on a name -last one bc character limit: I really like to imagine him interacting with Neuvilette. I think there could be a lot of interesting discussions had here- Neuvi would absolutely dissaprove of his attempt to overthrow Nahida, but at the same time I think he would, to some degree, understand his obsession with the gnosis. No, the gnosis/authority doesn't belong to Scara (or Ei, for that matter), but I think if you told Neuvi that Scara was quite literally created to hold it, he'd understand, to a degree.
#genshin impact#fatui#scaramouche#not a quote#I dont like shortening his name to Kuni but the character limit is annoying so oh well#these are by far not all my headcanons for him#but a lot of them are WAY to dark to post on an account mainly meant to be humorous#his story is very dear to me#but I do also have a lot of medical trauma so I like projecting that onto him#and that's...not funny for others. Useful for the fanfics though!#anyways#i might have to make another one just for Scara#or for his relationship to dottore because they're very complex#hope you enjoyed these tho!#i had to shorten this one so much for the character limit#I'm not a big fan of the sovereigns actually#especially of them being playable#but I'd sell my soul for Neuvi & Scara interactions
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