#emotional attachments always get me in the feels

[estherscorner]

♧ Maybe in this life, or the next.

♡ Pairings; Scaramouche/Wanderer x GN!Reader || ROMANCE

◇ Summary; Loving you was easy, but keeping you was the challenge. What happens if your fate remained unchanged during your next life?

♤ Warnings; Angst/No comfort, Reader gets reincarnated, You two genuinely loved eachother but were never meant to be together, OOC scara, vulnerable scara, soft scara, shitty writing lmao, major character death.

Let me know if I miss any!

(NOT EDITED!) [SHORT STORY]

After everything he went through for centuries, Scaramouche made a silent vow to himself that he will never get attached to mortals.

They had a short lifespan, often making the most out of it by celebrating yearly. For those unfortunate, they pass away at a young age. The reason behind it consisted of their death being caused by their own kind or a cruel fate they were destined to meet. And those who were considered lucky and spared would surpass a century of age.

So for an immortal like him, this must be the version of his divine punishment. The cruel fate that he was always destined to meet. The curse of immortality and mortality.

You. You were his curse. The one he came to adore. The one who's fate always ends so abruptly.

The one who was meant to be.

You were the one he was destined to be with, or so he believed. He wasn't a fan of romance at all, and he didn't believe in what humans called “soulmates”. But if he were to have one, it was definitely you. Almost every life you had, he had fallen for you over and over again.

And it was his curse.

He met you when he still went by Kunikuzushi. The naive puppet, exploring the world of Inazuma and learning basic survival all by his own. The one who had been abandoned by their creator, and much more recently, by a friend.

And you were just an Inazuman villager that was nearing your death. One who took pity on him as he approached you with an innocent smile.

The one who helped him learn how to love.

You taught him basic human knowledge, what they need for survival and what not. You never informed him that humans can contract diseases. Hiding the fact that you were nearing your death due to your sickness.

You didn't want to break his heart. As you were aware of how he held deep affection towards you.

When he met a small boy that was just like him and you, you made sure to stick to his side. Monitoring the boy's health in secret while helping him learn how to take care of others- but also trying your best to learn his nature. To let him learn and create an identity for himself.

You helped him create a name and identity. And you had him learn human emotions.

Which was a small mistake on your part.

You wanted to love him back, to reciprocate his feelings and help him with exploring the world. But you were powerless. You who slowly succumbed to your illness. Never waking up as you laid still beside him.

He was deeply hurt. He vividly remembered the tears he spilled for you. Crying and begging for you to stop joking with him. Thinking you were playing a cruel prank on him once more.

He wished that he was in tears because of a harsh prank, instead of weeping right over your corpse.

Your being held a huge significance to him. It it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have easily learned how humans worked.

You left an imprint on his nonexistent heart.

You, along with the boy, was his final betrayal that made him "understand". The way you made him feel, it made him doubt you. Made him feel like your love towards him was just a lie to bait him. To trick him into succumbing to his worthless emotions.

Like how you succumbed to your illness.

The second time he saw you was when he was recently promoted as a harbinger. Going by the codename “The Balladeer”. You were one of his subordinates.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, and he couldn't deny how his heart squeezed the moment he made eye contact with you.

He swore to scrub away every last bit of human emotion within him. But he already broke the promise to himself when he decided to talk to you. The harbinger that was known and feared by everyone for his cruel words was unusually quiet when it came to you. It confused you to no end but you were content with it.

It must've been a coincidence, right? The fact you were exactly similar to someone he used to love. Down to your philosophy- you were exactly like them. Only with a different name and background this time.

It was eerie how it was as if you got reincarnated. He couldn’t shake off the thought and idea of it. Was this the celestial gods above finally apologising for mistreating him? For making mad at the humans and gods?

Or was this another trap. That you were trying to lure him back into being exactly who he once was?

Weak, vulnerable, stupid. He was always like that with you.

You were much stronger this time. Much more strong willed. If he could turn you into an immortal, that would be perfect. Maybe this time you wouldn’t be unfortunate enough to succumb to a cruel fate.

He let his guard down just for you. Looking at you so lovingly despite how his harsh words seemed to contrast his gaze. How he'd check up on you after every mission. You were strong. He is strong. This felt like the correct time. Like the stars above were aligning just for him.

Maybe just this once, You would have all the time in the world with him.

And deep within him, he wished he should've just gone with his idea of turning you into one of the doctor's experiment. Making you immortal.

There your lifeless form laid on the grass. The green patch below you turned into crimson red as your eyes were back to being dull. A feeling he hadn't felt in years crept right back. A feeling he long forgot about.

Dread.

It was merely a mission that went wrong. You were his right-hand commander. The one he always trusted. He knew your beliefs, he learned the world whilst continuing to believe in your philosophy. No matter how stupid it sounded to him.

But maybe it was his mistake for trusting you to begin with.

He couldn't even mourn. This was his punishment for breaking the promise he swore to himself all those years prior. The promise he broke as soon as he decided to fall in love with you again.

This was a dark reminder that you were one of his betrayal, and nothing would ever change that.

Does he even have the right to cry? He should have expected the worst. Yet he fell for your trap and found himself vulnerable again. A state that was supposed to be erased from his very being.

He hated you. Hated how you toyed with his feelings.

The third and final time he saw you was after he erased his very existence. Becoming a failed attempt of a God and gaining an anemo vision after getting his memories back with the help of Nahida.

And those memories included you.

He came to terms with himself. Removing his past identity.

Removing the identity you helped him create.

He went by the name Wanderer. And even after all these years, he couldn't help but feel bitter towards you.

He hated how you were so significant to his being. How you could easily melt away his ice cold wall he so delicately placed around his heart to keep everyone out.

And how you always seemed to find your way to him again. Coming right back into his life.

You weren't a villager who was ill, you weren't someone who's job always risked themselves and was in constant danger.

You were a traveler with a vision. Exploring cities and landscapes you’ve heard stories of. Loving the new views and meeting new people.

But as if to mock him, you were still exact one he had fallen for.

You were the same old you, The one he fell in love with all those centuries ago. The one he stupidly got vulnerable with.

And this time, You were the first to approach him.

You were more open in this life, always chattering and bothering him despite the fact he'd try to push you away or shut you off. His cruel words didn't even faze you. This time, it was you clinging onto him.

Following him around, Buying him food, talking to him about your commissions. You were the one who constantly pestered him.

And he was still the same idiot that believed in you. Even after claiming he hated you.

How could he even get himself to hate you?

Old habits always die hard.

But he promised. Thuis time, he will learn how to love you in time. This time, he wouldn't wait until you die in his arms. He'll protect you from your fate.

“Do you believe in reincarnation, Wanderer?”

You asked, laying down on the patch of grass right next to him. He leaned onto the wooden bark behind him. Closing his eyes as he hummed. How ironic.

The wind blew stronger.

“Only idiots believe in those.”

He bluntly said. Eyes opening to gaze down at you, arms under the back of your head as you stared up at the clouds right up at the blue sky. Admiring the view despite there wasn't much going on.

He never truly understood how mortals seemed to cherish even the smallest things.

“Does that make me an idiot, then?”

You asked. Chuckling as he raised a brow at you. You closed your eyes taking in a deep breath. Moments like these are what you cherish the most. Relaxing and having fun with the ones you love.

“You were always an idiot.”

He scoffed at you. Feigning annoyance and hurt. Sitting up to his level and slapping his shoulder, sulking. You puffed your cheeks up. Not saying another word as you pout at his bluntness.

He knew it all too well. You were always trying your best to make him smile.

And you never failed to do so.

“What? Am I wrong?”

He said sarcastically, smiling at you as you just rolled your eyes at him. Scoffing at his words. He watched as you laid on your back again. Arms on your stomach this time, yawning.

“Life is really scary. But I feel like being alone is scarier.”

you said, trailing off as you glanced back at him. Eyes locking with his sharp ones. You gave him a smile. A simple and soft smile.

It was contagious. He always loved seeing that etched on your lips.

“That's why I'm glad I have you.”

You followed up. He gagged and rolled his eyes at your cheesiness. You didn’t even know why you're saying all these words.

But maybe it's because you just wanted to tell him how he truly meant to you.

“You're so cheesy, It's disgusting."

He said. Tone blunt as he placed his large hat on your face to block your view. You didn't fail to notice how his cheeks seemed to turn a hue of red despite the fact you both were under the shade.

You couldn't help but smile at his reaction.

“I'm not being cheesy! I just wanted to tell you that you mean a lot to me! We rarely have heart to hearts.”

You said. Removing his hat that he placed on your face and placing it on your stomach. Arms around the large accessory as you looked up at him again.

His elbow was on his knee, hand on his chin as he stared down at you with softened expression.

“I love you, I truly do.”

Despite the fact you loved him for centuries on end in your past lives, he never got to hear you say those words in person.

Most of the time, he could see it through your expression and your shared silence.

Maybe the problem was with your fate. Alwats ending so abruptly back then. But, he was happy that he got to hear those words. Even if it were just mere sentences. Even if it took him a lifetime.

“..Yeah.”

He couldn't bring himself to say it back. He never could. He wasn't Kunikuzushi anymore. But with your hum, it was like a confirmation that you knew he loved you back.

He wished he could tell you how much he truly loved you. But for now, he wanted to keep the comfortable silence.

There was a small glimmer of hope that there was finally some progress with your fate, even if it took him centuries, he will wait until you and him finally got the happy ending he wanted.

The happy ending you both deserved.

But he wonders if he could act fast and beat destiny, before it could take you away again.

He held your hand. Fingers intertwined as droplets of tears spilled onto the cold skin below him.

Your eyes were sickeningly dull. And he was all to familiar with how it looks.

Your vision in his other hand, slowly turning a shade of grey before completely becoming a dull colorless one. Similar to those visions without an owner.

As he held your hand. He truly wondered how many times he will have to be tormented like this.

And if he was truly guaranteed to meet you in your next life.

(A/N); "I lowkey don't like this one since I feel like I can do better! But it's fine, I'm very new to writing anyways. I also can't feel the angst ughh :("

♤ Property of Esther ♤

[wr-n]

Nightmare has such a complex about owning things, i love it so much. Just the fact that the people he chose to keep with him have significance to him and people taking them away is more of an atrocity to him than anything else.

That's why he was so upset when Cross decided to be more loyal to Dream because he saw him FIRST. He was supposed to be HIS.

He knows Dream isn't trying to intentionally goad him into rage-filled tantrums, but he still hates that, yet again, everyone loves Dream over him.

It's why he clings to Killer and Dust because they want him. They try to get closer to him even when he hurts them.

They're so special to him.

With Horror it's... complicated. Because he knows that what they had could never get any further than a boss and employee relationship and that was sufficient. But it does sting him sometimes when he can feel Horror's thoughts of leaving and never coming back.

[the-kipsabian]

its 1.15am, im having coffee and im emotional about chrissy b and the hope he gives me about being able to be me and survive this life

gonna be a long one tonight fellas

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #167

Villain smiled at the squeal of the door hinges. Hero was always so polite. No breaking walls or kicking down doors for them. They entered through a proper entrance every time.

They took a deep breath before spinning around on their heel. “Ah, Hero, so good of you to— Who are you?”

The figure standing before them was definitely a hero. They had the agency emblem embroiderer into their orange and black suit—a fire gifted then. But they weren’t their hero.

“Oh!” The hero ceased cranking their head all around the room and gave a weak wave. “I’m Other Hero. You’re new assigned nemesis.”

“B-but what happened to Hero? Are they ok?”

An entirely forced smile graced Other Hero’s lips. . “They’re fine. They’re just…creeped out by you…aaaand they don’t want to see you anymore. Anyway, moving on, what’s that scary looking thing the corner? Maybe you oughta give me a monologue?”

“I-I don’t understand,” Villain said. “I only said I liked them; I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even touch them unless we were fighting. D-did they give a reason? Can you tell me what I did? Maybe I can apologize and—“

“Villain.”

Other Hero’s stood mere feet away, their expression dropped serious.

“Hero’s asked for a reassignment. And they’re not coming back. And whether they discomfort they felt around you is deserved or not, that was their decision. Pursuing them further isn’t going to change how they feel about you. Now. If you’d like some time to process this, I can just smash that whatever-it-is and leave. But if you want to fight, let’s fight.”

[whenthegoldrays]

oh god

[comfreyhollywings]

me, about to do something without thinking about them in the back of my head for 0.5 seconds after being tortured with social anxiety for two months:

them, with watery eyes: nOOo DONT LEAVE

me: oh, okay i guess i won'tㅡ

them: [ proceeds to do something with their actions that tell me otherwise ]

them: [actions -> indirectly telling me that they're paying attention to something/someone else and that they're obviously emotionally unavailable atm]

them, doesn't answer until once in a blue moon;

me:

me:

me: huh i guess i'll dip anyway

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

we can always discuss about what iberian region / culture is better but i think it's safe to assume andalusians have the best song about their region

[13eyond13]

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[foxmulderautism]

autism is so funny today i briefly had a messy break up with my wham hyperfixation because i saw a small out of context thing that upset me after intentionally going out of my way to look for something that could upset me only to decide after hours of deliberation that it did not actually upset me and didn’t even matter because i was just being silly looking to dramatise something to bother me 👍 as part of my unmasking goal of 2024 i am going to be open about the weird and nonsensical autism symptoms that i cycle through on the daily 👍 anyway now we’re back together and im streaming wham rap enjoy what you do 👍

[maerrine]

man i am a little bummed about how this means that all this time we thought dazai was struggling for the first time was actually all just faked though. i hope we get to see dazai out of his depth at least once before the end of the series.

[infizero]

also his drawings. make me insane. im pretty sure ive made a post about this before a while ago but i just love looking at his silly little drawings it adds so much to his character. even after everything he's been through he's still got some humor and lightheartedness in him. and he's really good at drawing too!! so it's likely something he's been doing since he was a kid

[skrunksthatwunk]

hey real quick bc i haven't seen anyone really talk about it; fuck Hoarders. what a disgusting fucking show. like i know a lotta content boils down to "let's gawk at mentally ill or poor or whatever ppl" but this one specifically really peels my paint. it's sickening. let's spend an hour walking around someone's house and going "wow!! look how fucked this is!!! i can't believe you live like this (despite having done like 13 seasons of this)!!!! you really need to get your act together, buster!" and then interviewing the family to get sound bites demonstrating how much of an Unreasonable Burden the subject is and (without actually helping any of the mental health issues that may lead someone to hoard) roll their eyes at them when they are upset at someone taking and trashing/destroying their precious belongings (or are made to do it themselves). and then half the time in the where are they now segment it's like "yeah they relapsed lol idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" like??? no shit dumbass.

i don't care how strange their homes or habits are. these people are deserving of compassion and real, honest help. they don't need people to marvel at how Kooky Wacky Bonkers™ they are, and they don't need people to hurt them just because they don't understand what they see in their possessions or are embarrassed by knowing them or whatever.

we don't need another voyeuristic savior-complex charade where the condition for The Most Half-Assed Help You've Ever Seen is being publicly humiliated and having to destroy things that mean a lot to you. what the fuck.

[bongsavior]

Wow i'm going the fuck Thru it boys

can i get an injection of Happy Something Or Other ? This isn't fun anymore

[thesunkeptrising]

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[ringsandbracelets]

feeling totally normal the tags are so definitely not a vent

[danihwang882]

Felix I remet a friendship from 1 1/2 to almost two years ago up in NP SD. He honestly gave me the biggest chest crushing friendship hug again that I almost cried. I finally have his contact after this long and that hug was so healing. I couldnt fucking brteathe in it. Had to tap out. Artists straving artists just get each other, the weebs just get each other on a whole another godly interaction that feeds my soul and heart with care.

i didnt get to follow up my friend with bad habits linkin park with green day blvd of broken dreams.

friend old new again i will share a selfie of us at the red wing with one of my three favorite bartenders in the background photo bombing.

HYUNJIN HUNNY STOP FUCKING ATTACKING ME WITH YOUR ATTRACTIVE HANDSOME ASS IN PINK AND WHITE. <3333333333333333333333

SONG RECOMMENDATION FOR YOU HYUNJIN.

i am a keyboard warrior and will basically take on anybody.

Hyunjin is inspiring a romantic dabble right now at this very present moment. so i will write it.