#inazuma scouts

[nawemichi]

Why does he look like a Fubuki + Max miximax??

[transfemfubuki]

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[meandmyfandoms1230]

Hi, Inazuma Eleven but it's the My Hero Academia universe so all the hissatsus are just quirks

•"people aren't supposed to use quirks outside of hero work or smthn" I don't care too much, but in my head in this universe there are regular sports and there are quirked sports. Quirked sports are more popular because quirks (a lot of kids who want to be heroes also use them for quirk training)

• Endou just wants to play soccer, he dosent care, but the school did, so raimon became a quirked soccer team, part of the reason why they did so bad against teikou

•Endous family has an quirk inherited quirk that summons the visage of a god or smthn and he has a small light summoning quirk from his dad's side (rococo and tachimukai both have copy quirks, they just work differently)

• kaze has a speed quirk, but did nonquirked sprinting before soccer, so he's learning how to integrate his quirk into playing

• kidou has an information processing quirk that effects his vision, the goggles help ig

• gouenji has a fire quirk but it's tied with his emotions, especially about people, so that's why it can combine easily and take on so many different forms

• the kicker is that most of the ina11 cast dont want to be heroes, at least by the end of middle school, so all of the hero schools who were scouting from quirked sports are just kind of left dry

If anybody wants more, just ask. I'll probably do it anyways.

[raiberryz]

Does anyone else like Uin Buruto/Ace Server 👀??

[lecrepuscule3]

Day 21 : Scout , here my favorite scout , Chloé Glazier who loves cathédrales like me ^^

[sobashahzadi]

@princeofcyberpunk I feel like they’d be good friends also yes pls get the girly some brown contacts

Oh nooo Fukukawa Yoko has red eyes I didn’t even notice until now lol

[hakkasm]

*Please read from right to left

【English ver】Inazuma Eleven: Scout Character Comic / Main character: Grim Jinxweaver, Skip Docker, Gram Vineela, Steven Nevets

[choberr]

I mentioned before that I love the scout characters in Inazuma so here are Nyaa and Televi

Also I know the hair color of Nyaa is not known but like what if she had short black hair

[krongulous]

I was looking on the VR website (because I’m starved of content) and I saw this bit which got me interested

Not only do I like this as the explanation of where you find the scout characters, basically being a hub for them to walk around and mingle, but these two shops also stood out.

The logos look similar to the ones used in the DS games for Magic Moves and Cool Kit, I probably don’t have to explain what they’re for but I have an idea about these two ones specifically since they obviously won’t be the only ones in game.

Perhaps in the Bond Alley stores specifically, the items they sell go in a randomised rotation, making sure you won’t get the same items every day, like the gift store in Xenoverse 2, maybe one day you’ll get lucky and find manuals for Last Resort or Diamond Ray, and on others you’ll find weaker moves like Dirt Ball or Supreme Spin, same for Cool Kit with different kits, gloves and shoes.

Or it could work in a way like Join Avenue from B2W2, where the more players you unlock and have walking around Bond Alley allow the stores to grow larger and get better items in store, with Magic Moves gradually rising from selling weaker manuals like Dirt Ball to stronger moves like Last Resort.

Cool Kit would work in a similar way, allowing the shoes and gloves they get in stock to raise stats higher and the kits in stock go from cheaper less flashy kits, like a basic two-tone striped kit to more flashy and uniquely designed kits and “legend kits” which are just kits from teams of the past, like Little Gigantes or Teikoku.

Anyway thanks for reading my entire gameplay idea based off an image, I’m gonna go back into delusion and pretend we’re getting a Nintendo direct this week, which will also mean we’ll get Inazuma Eleven Victory Road news

[opultea]

Where’s My Kiss? - 2

Genshin men see you kiss something, and can’t help but want one for themselves… ft. Gorou, Wanderer

GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Romantic - Drabbles - Fluff, Angst w/ fluff ending (Wanderer) - SFW (very slightly suggestive at the end of Gorou's)

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1 - ft. Dottore, Zhongli

Guest Staring - Tawara! Camp dog of the Watastumi Resistance. (Featured in the 2023 birthday art for Gorou, check it out if you haven't seen it!)

Gorou

The finality of the hard won end to the Vision Hunt Decree was an event celebrated by all of Inazuma, most of all the resistance of Watatsumi. Although despite the relief and happiness that the peace brought, there was also the struggle of readjustment. It was not easy coming down from the high tensions of war, and the army still had soldiers in excess. Many now contributed to the last relief efforts for struggling communities, and as reconnaissance units. This was the very task you and a very special operations officer were undertaking at present.

Tawara scouted ahead as you secured the empty battlefield. Many war torn plains were left with lasting remains of equipment and resources, of which you and your trusty camp dog were tasked with retrieving. Her Excellency wished to put the war in the past, and to move forward, there couldn’t be such reminders of the horrors endured during the time.

“Tawara! Where are you boy?” You called, hoping the sweet shiba hadn’t gone too far. A yip in the distance helped your eyes find the pup stood atop a small hill where the enemy camp would have been.

This particular battlefront had little left of the war, only a few broken weapons and cracked armour plates that weren’t considered worth salvaging when the camp was first emptied. You took stock of how much still lay in the field so you could get an accurate gauge of how many soldiers it would take to clean it up for good.

Tawara zipped down the hill and over to you, pressing his paw to your shin to gain your attention. Looking down, you smiled at the pup and the dendrobium he held in his mouth.

“For me?” Tawara carefully dropped the bloom at your feet and barked cheerfully, sitting and awaiting your reaction expectantly. “Aw, aren’t you just the sweetest,”

You knelt down and cooed at the camp dog’s cuteness, squishing his fluffy cheeks in your hands, causing Tawara’s tail to wag wildly behind him.

Plucking the dendrobium off the ground, you inspected the deep red bloom before your gaze drifted across the still-dead grass of the field. New shoots of green could be seen dotting the dry dirt, but there was no mistaking the ground flattened by the feet of soldiers. Perhaps Her Excellency would approve planting some dendrobiums in the field to restore and improve the area.

“You’re a true genius Tawara,” you smiled, smoothing the fur on his head with a well-deserved pat. You went a step further with your affections, clasping Tawara's face in your hands again to press a gentle kiss on his left and then his right ear, before landing one on his snout. You laughed as the pup licked your cheek in return.

Little did you know that another loving pupper was watching the whole affair with unidentified jealousy and a fluttering heart.

Gorou had been notified of your mission long before you set out to complete it, being the general. Although he admittedly preferred when the actions assigned to you could be carried out alongside him, or at least within the campgrounds. Being apart was never easy, even when he knew you would return eventually.

Today Gorou had been lucky enough to finish his reports early and decided that his free time may as well have been used to help you with your mission. He had no doubt in your abilities, but Gorou tended to miss you quickly, so you often received a helping hand from the doggy general even when you didn't need one.

Rounding the hill close to the old front, Gorou felt a streak of unease being back in a place where he had fought so viscously, but it was all washed away as soon as he saw you. His tail began to sway as he approached, watching you smile and interact with Tawara. Then he saw it.

Gorou’s left and then right ear twitched in unison with your kisses, his mouth agape and face flushed. You had never kissed his ears before. The general's ears continued to twitch as he imagined your lips touching them, the images in his mind sending another round of fluttering to his heart.

As Gorou stood frozen and red hot at the edge of the field, Tawara eventually noticed him, barking in recognition and bounding over to greet his superior officer. You followed closely behind, equally happy to find that your boyfriend had come to see you.

"Gorou! Done with your work already?" He didn't hear your question until he shook himself from his stupor. "You okay honey? You're all red,"

"Y-yes!" The confusion on your face caused Gorou's pause, his body fidgeting and eyes trying to latch onto something that could ground his thoughts. "I just, umm... do you think I could... no, never mind."

"Gorou," you gently took his cheek in your hand, placing the other on his chest. "We've talked about this; you know I'll never judge you for anything,"

Ears coming to lay on his head Gorou nodded, still blushing wildly as he finally found the courage to make his request.

"Could you... kiss my ears?"

You cooed quietly, heart overflowing with love for your sweet partner but trying not to embarrass him further. Taking his hands in your own, you kiss Gorou's ears twice each, trying not to giggle at the way they twitched each time.

As you brought yourself away, Gorou whimpered faintly, likely not on purpose.

"Come on, let's head back to camp. I have a report to give for this reconnaissance mission, and you have more kisses to gain, perhaps somewhere more private?"

You smiled demurely as Gorou blushed, swiftly nodding his head and following you and Tawara back to the camp with anticipation.

Wanderer

Now renowned scholar ‘Hat Guy’ was currently in class, despite his vehement protests towards attending formal lectures, leaving you alone in the home to tidy up the shared space.

Lesser Lord Kusanali had seen your relationship bloom since the beginning, before even either of you had seen it. She was immensely pleased that the previously misanthropic puppet had grown to love another, and once informed of the official announcement of your relationship, she generously allowed the Wanderer to move from the Sanctuary Surasthana to a home of her choosing close by. It was a quaint and quiet home, but both of you cherished the space. It was a place you could just be together, and need nothing more. Because of this, you took great pride in making sure the home remained a place of respite, and so liked to keep it tidy.

Deciding to start with the laundry, you gathered a basket and went to the bedroom to gather anything in need of washing. Humming a little to yourself, you plucked the pillows off the bed, thinking of washing the cases, when a little thud on the ground came as you lifted your partners pillow.

Curious, you knelt to inspect the thing that had fallen. What was he hiding in his pillow? Kuni certainly wasn’t the type to believe in improving his sleep by hiding trinkets under his head. However, what you discovered made you gasp. On the floor lay the tiny cotton doll resembling Kunikuzushi, its beaded eyes reflecting its obvious displeasure with having taken such a fall.

Tenderly, you took the doll in your hand and stroked its head as you would with Kunikuzushi. Why was it here? You had only ever seen the doll once or twice when Kunikuzushi had readjusted his sleeves or changed shirts, but you knew that he always carried the cotton companion with him. Running your hand gently across the doll, you felt a snag on its back. Turning it over revealed a tear in the seam, a puff of cotton poking out its spine.

“Oh, poor thing,” you muttered, rising slowly while you cradled the doll like a babe. “Let’s get you patched up.”

Collecting a sewing kit from the drawer and sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, you let the doll rest on your lap as you prepared. Gently, as if it could feel your stitching, you mended the fabric. You smiled as you steadily sewed. It made you happy to think you could help Kuni this way, even if he had tried to hide the issue under his pillow.

Kuni has always been private, even with your long-standing relationship it wasn’t easy for him to show such vulnerability. But this doll was his vulnerability, a piece of him he showed almost no one. It was fulfilling to aid it.

Pulling the thread tight, you tied it off and admired your handy work, turning the doll over to greet it again,

“There, all better.” You landed a tender kiss on the top of its head, sealing all your love and care into its plush fabric.

A small choke brought your head up, allowing you to see your partner standing in the doorway, a rare kind of apprehension etched upon him. Your eyes caught each others, astir in stagnant bodies. Kunikuzushi's hand trembled on the doorframe, mouth open as if trying to form words he didn't know.

Through the silence, you lifted a slow hand, extended and opened with a hopeful invitation. The puppet approached, taking your hand and the seat beside you. No words were spoken as you gently lowered his head into your lap, letting his body lie across the bed and his arms wrap around the mended doll. As tears began to shake from Kunikuzushi’s face, you leaned down to press kisses to his head, caressing his hair and allowing him to finally feel the pain and vulnerability that had always ached in the space where his heart should have been.

"Thank you, for daring to love all of me," The shaking whisper stirred the greatest sense of care in your heart.

"You have never deserved anything less,"

The response brought him to sit up, clasping his body around yours as he continued to wring tears into your shoulder.

Perhaps it was not often that Kunikuzushi showed his vulnerability, but you could never stand to mind. Not when these tender moments were so treasured. Besides, you knew well that you would take anything he gave you. You were ready to love it all.

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Mondstadt Girls and an Inazuman Deserter!Reader - Amber, Rosaria & Eula x Male!Reader

A/N: A bit specific to be sure, but I hope it's still entertaining! C/W: Some mentions of frontline hardships and horrors.

There weren't any early warning signs to what was about to befall Inazuma. 

It was as if the Almighty Shogun, so beloved by her people, one day decided to pay her subjects back by trampling on their ambitions. And so Inazumans were forced to, willingly or less so, give up their Visions. Not all went smoothly, however. An obvious backlash was what Narukami’s outrageous demand to hand over Watatsumi’s Visions had been met with, escalating into an invasion in a matter of days. 

At first, the small but professional army of your homeland managed to strike at Watatsumi's unprepared shores, but excited news reports of rapid progress soon died down. Watatsumi's resistance was ferocious, which in tandem with the enlistment of every Vision Bearer in the small state forced the shogunate’s troops back. Not only did they defend their home island, but also succeeded in taking the fight to the bordering Yashiori Island. Unofficial channels reported mounting losses, and with mounting losses came the dreaded mobilization. 

The recruiters and state officials chanted the word “defend!” at anyone who would listen. But what ethical merit had it when you were the aggressors? 

As a male in his prime years, you were one of the first to get drafted when things got rough for the Shogunate. The punishment for evading this duty was harsh - multiple years of prison and unavoidable social ostracism was what awaited you if you were to refuse the God of Thunder's call. With only 24 hours to pack, you took only the necessary items and said your goodbyes for what could very well be your final time. You were off to the frontlines, fighting a war you never asked for and had no business supporting. 

What awaited you was hell. 

With the competent commanders either dead, wounded or having deserted altogether, the military was condemned to fight under inexperienced and cowardly commanders. Soon the “meat assaults”, as your comrades called them, would become the staple of military tactics. There was scarce food, scarce medical assistance, intelligence, scouting, ammunition and everything necessary to fight, and your comrades were melting before your eyes. No friendship lasted - sooner or later a “category second load” was all that you were left with. Bodies were everywhere, rotting under artillery fire in the trenches, on the fields, beaches and forests with nobody to collect them, let alone give them a burial. You lived among them, getting weaker and sicker with each day. The stench was overpowering, barring you from keeping anything in your stomach - not that you had anything to eat but dry crackers and cat soup anyway. The wounded lay scattered among your unit, slowly bleeding out and succumbing to their injuries with few chances of being rescued and tended to. With the losses mounting, you soon came to regret your skill at avoiding suicidal assaults. You were surrounded with homeless and criminals forced into uniform. With the latter came prison discipline as rank integrity and morale decayed. You found your “comrades” to change from fellow citizens to murderers, rapists, robbers, smugglers, bandits - criminals both petty and serious. Humiliations, beatings, lynchings and animalisation became an integral part of your daily life as you found yourself amongst them. Until you couldn't take it anymore. 

You fled. You deserted your post, cast your weapon into the sea, burned your uniform and spent all your savings on bribing locals to smuggle you back to Ritou where you took off with the Krux towards the mainland. 

Whatever you faced there would be a far better life than one of chaos and decay on the frontlines. 

You survived, yes. You made it through hell with your life, but it didn't mean you were proud of it. In the eyes of your people, you have become a coward, a traitor and an unworthy man. Would others share their outlook?

Your first encounter with a certain Outrider wasn't long after you've got yourself a job. As an equipment technician for the Knights of Favonius, you were charged with keeping her and the others’ weapons and armor in top condition. 

Amber made quite the impression on you when she came crashing through the balcony and into the workshop, scattering tools, weapons and outfits across the entire room. She knocked over a candle while bashfully apologizing, setting some fabric on fire. Despite the rough landing, the mess and the arson, her genuine smile and bright disposition sparked a true wildfire in your heart, one she - as you would come to know - shared. 

All was well for a few months. Amber didn't take interest in politics, placing the war outside of her attention. She did once mention it, but stopped at simply wishing your family safety. She didn't pay much attention to your scars - she had many of her own from the various accidents she had and adventures she regularly embarked on. You having some too didn't really strike her as unusual. 

What Amber did notice was your attitude towards certain topics. Wherever her service in the Knights or war in general came up, you turned rather pessimistic and dismissive. Phrases akin to “we’ll die anyway” or “we are replaceable” would frequently reach her ears. This, combined with your general dislike towards war-related topics and scarce - if any - sharing of your past in Inazuma gave her more than enough clues. She quickly put two and two together and, preferring to stay genuine, asked you outright. 

After hearing about what got you in Mondstadt, she didn't know what to say. She just sat there, blinking, her mouth slightly agape. In her defense, nothing could have prepared Amber for a story about sleeping amongst rotting corpses or hearing another soldier cry for help for hours until he finally bled out. 

It's no wonder you wanted out. Nobody deserves this treatment for risking their lives for their god. What kind of god Raiden Shogun even is? One who strips her followers of their Visions and sends her soldiers to fight in these conditions, without even bothering to show up and support them? Your desertion, no, your escape is fully justified. If anything you should be proud to have made such a bold decision, risking execution if your despicable superiors were to find out. 

For Amber, hearing you doubt yourself as man was an honest surprise. In a situation as inhuman as that, how could you even consider societal expectations? Only people truly separated from reality would call you a wimp. These people are likely women or those fortunate enough to never experience actual war first hand, so you shouldn't bother about their opinions.

As for herself, well… Amber knows that, as an Outrider, she will be sent to the frontlines should the need arise. But she rests easy, knowing that offensive warfare isn't something very likely to be in Mondstadt’s future. Even if there will be, Amber is sure that it will happen only if absolutely necessary and in good cause. 

Amber: You've been through things that no man should ever experience. You are very brave to have said ‘enough’ and left that hell behind, no matter the risk. Now, my brave warrior, you deserve to rest - I swore to defend every citizen of Mondstadt, including you. If you could, leave the defending to me! I’ll make sure that you won't ever have to fight again! Outrider's promise!

When you arrived in Mondstadt, you were obviously placed in Rosaria’s sights. Every outlander that takes residence in the city must be investigated, as per her orders. There wasn’t a lot to go off, as she found. You didn’t speak Mondstadtian, only the universal language of Teyvat. Your face was slightly different from the locals, hinting at a South-Eastern origin. You were of a rather sturdier stature, suggesting your previous occupation involved physical tasks. After a few weeks of witnessing absolutely ordinary behavior from you, she just tagged you as a blue collar immigrant and called it a day. 

The war left you hurt, but it did leave you with some skills too. You were in generally fit physical form - after eating up, that is - and more than remembered the training you received back in Inazuma. Being practical, you decided to start with a simple guard job. As it happened, the leader of the nation left his city to embark on a crusade of sorts, leaving the local force - The Knights of Favonius as you came to know them - very short handed. This meant that you were quickly accepted first as a squire and then promoted to a regular knight after a few months of work and some exams. 

Nobody wanted to be on guard duty. Except for you, that is. You were tired of killing, tired of constantly being on alert and risking your neck every second. You were thankful for the opportunity to lean back and pretend to work while still getting the money and the credit for standing in for someone else. And that’s how your life flowed for the most part. 

The first time Rosaria actually spoke to you in person came when she was outside the cathedral for her usual smoke break. Normally she would smoke inside the church, but that day she wasn’t in the mood to put up with the whining of that one young nun who would always make it out as if it was a big issue. When she reached into her pockets, as luck would have it, she couldn’t locate her cigarette pouch. When she started heading home, annoyed, she stumbled upon you, casually smoking in a secluded spot. It was a habit you caught from your comrades - the stress had to be resolved in some way, after all. When Rosaria came up to you and asked for one of your cigarettes, you gladly shared - and that’s how the relationship started. 

The closer you got to each other, the more interested Rosaria became in your past. You never spoke of it, and she could tell it was not the most pleasant of topics for you. She understood that - Rosaria herself disliked talking about her “was”, after all. But she couldn’t stop her curiosity from asking the questions - where did you get all these scars? From monsters? As if a guy like you would succumb to some Hilichurls. 

She would come to learn the truth one Friday night. Both of you had just a little too much to drink, resulting in the alcohol loosening your tongue. You went on and on about what happened to you in Inazuma, and Rosaria managed to remember enough of it to piece together a coherent backstory in the morning.

It was a story like many others she heard throughout her life. A mistreated soldier, fighting for a cause he didn’t support, escaping back to freedom. The recurrence of stories like yours didn’t make it any less tragic, of course. But that’s just it, no? It happened, and there was nothing you could do about it anymore. It was fate’s dark design, and no matter how much you would try, you couldn’t change it. The right course of action was to make peace with the past and move on. 

Much to her surprise, however, you didn’t seem to take the reasonable route this time. Your choice of desertion seemed to weigh you down. You were frequently referring to yourself as a traitor and a coward, both of which Rosaria would find amusing. Because you were neither. 

Rosaria: “Ah, really now? This “coward” you speak of somehow had the courage to go against the will of his god, just as this “traitor” saw the so-called conquest for what it was - a civil war. You refused to accept tyranny, you refused being treated by your god as some nameless cannon fodder. More - not only did you resist and escape with your life, but you also recovered. You rolled your sleeves up and returned to civilian life, determined to regain what was taken away from you. This is a feat no ordinary man is capable of, Y/N.”

After an entire year in hell, there was no chance you would be willing to ever find yourself near a weapon anymore. Not professionally at least. You needed a job to keep yourself afloat, and you decided that the simpler, the better. You decided to do as many have - you took a loan and started your bakery. 

It was a difficult task at first, but you managed to get a foothold, and it was fairly simple from then on. Was it monotonous? Sure, but that’s what you signed up for. You decided that routine would do you good. 

During your uneventful but still busy days, you would turn your attention towards the streets and the people that walked them. One particular, blue haired woman caught your attention. She was clearly a member of the Knights, but unlike the others she wasn’t very popular among the people of Mondstadt, so much so that other shopkeepers oftentimes refused to sell her any of their wares. Was she a criminal of some sort? An outcast? You asked your fellow store owner for a reason, and it absolutely baffled you. 

It turned out she was Eula Lawrence, a woman from a tyrannical clan that once ruled the city. When you asked a few knights that did their shopping at your store about what kind of a person she was, your suspicions turned out to be true. She has been hurt by her family name and her somewhat distant attitude, on top of her way of speaking of course. 

When she came to you the first time, she asked if you also didn’t want her to visit your shop. Her face betrayed genuine surprise as you handed her a loaf of fresh bread, but she was even more suspicious when you refused to take her money. There was something very unusual about your attitude, so starkly different from how others treated her. 

Nonetheless, she accepted the gift. She accepted it the second time. And the third. And the fourth, and the fifth and over and over and over again. The profit decrease of a few loaves of bread was negligible, but Eula still insisted on paying for her food after being given so much. You still gave her a discount, though. 

Over time you started getting along better and better. You started looking out for her in more ways as well, getting her medication when she was sick or getting her back to the Knights of Favonious barracks when she went overboard with alcohol. It was a bad habit, and you tried distracting her from her worries with offers to go out, even if she wanted to drink - at least she wouldn’t drink alone. 

This quality time brought you closer, progressing up to the point of you inviting her to live in the same home. Eula obviously welcomed the chance to take her living conditions up a notch, as the barracks weren’t really a nice place to live in. You were overjoyed at her accepting the proposal, but anxiety lingered in your mind - how long would it be before she found out? And what would happen when she did? Eula was a woman of honor, a proud soldier with a well developed moral code and the determination to stick to it. How would she look at you when she found out you were nothing but a pathetic deserter? 

Unbeknownst to you, the Spindrift Knight has long since figured that something is up with you. No ordinary baker would have a body so rugged as yours, and you seemed aware of the fact - whenever she invited you for her ice baths, you would politely decline. On hot days you still wore a more revealing shirt, letting her see and examine your scars discreetly. She had seen many of such marks before, she herself had many, and it was easy to guess that they were man made. Your habits also supported her suspicions - she found a dagger under your pillow and a dusty spear in your closet, though she never saw you use either. 

One day, Eula decided enough was enough - if she were to love you with all the honesty of her heart, you would have to be genuine as well. She approached you with a stern expression and a single demand - “spar with me”. You accepted, being uncertain at first but later relaxing and giving it your all. You thought that a woman such as her wouldn’t be impressed with weakness, and so you called on all your experience and knowledge. What you didn’t realize was that Eula kept a close eye on you and concluded that you had to have any sort of military training to fight like you do. You still lost the fight though. The captain called you out and, not wanting to keep pretending anymore, you told her everything. 

Eula was, above all, pleased that you were able to be honest with her (and that she figured everything out correctly, of course). Admitting to such a decision required bravery, just as escaping the horrid conditions you were fighting in. Facing the risks involved with avoiding detection and sailing to a whole new nation, filled with foreign designs and speaking in a foreign language was a true testament to your courage. 

Second, far stronger, came the disgust. How could any soldier be treated as deplorably as the men of Inazuma were? No food, no water, no supplies and no help are the rewards for putting your lives on the line and taking the lives of others? Just the thought makes Eula’s teeth grit to this very day. To think that all these neglected aspects of planning might as well have killed you…

She didn’t need time to consider if she loved you now that she knew of your past. You were still the man that gave her bread that one day, still the man that faced monsters with her, side by side, still the patient and caring man that touched her heart. If anything, knowing of the extent of your bravery and determination only made her admire you more.

Eula: “The right to live isn’t something exclusive to women, children and the elderly, you know. Every man has the same right to not die in a war as a woman. Not only those that volunteered deserve respect - any soul that carried the burden of war deserves acknowledgment for their bravery. What you had been forced into was not war - it was a crime. And for that I will have vengeance on that god of yours, I swear it.

Thanks for reading!

[nawemichi]

This scout's name is Karako Azaya (Hugh Handy) and I love him 'cause he looks like a matsuhan baby

JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE'S ADORABLE

He also learns supermassive shot and I find that funny

[garbage--account]

Guys, we have the name of this girl, thanks to someone on youtube :

On the wiki :

Thank you, youtube lad!

Bonus : the comment is originally japanese. Here is how google translates it (TW french)

In english, it says : "However, as she is a character from the mafia, there is no official offer and very few fanart"

Thank you for the lore, Google !

My immune system trying to protect me from disease (i fall sick every other week 💩) :

[swordlux]

The Balladeer | Scaramouche x Reader

You could say it was a split-minute decision.

You could say it had been building up over time.

But that one moment changed everything.

Summary: My alternate ending to the Sumeru Archon quest. Mild romance and emotional tension.

***

You leapt across the breaking platform, the gargantuan construction of the false god crumbling like a broken thundercloud above you.

Your sights were locked on one thing—

The Balladeer.

As his doll-like figure descended toward the earth, one thought rang through your mind. Don’t let him fall. Don’t let him fall. Don’t let him fall.

His trajectory increased. You eyeballed the distance between his head and the ground, the quick calculations in your mind telling you you weren’t going to make it.

You pulled from a source higher than yourself and leapt. You were sure of one thing at that moment—if Scaramouche’s head made contact with that ground, the world would lose a very bright star.

You took that last leap, airborne for longer than should have been possible, and felt a lump land in your arms. With no time to check, you ducked and rolled, shielding whatever you caught. You came to a stop in the dust.

One glance down at the soft, dark hair and the warmth radiating against you is enough to confirm—you caught your star.

Relief surged through you. This was the closest you’d ever been to the Balladeer, and the delicateness of his features struck you. His eyes were closed, and dust fell on his perfect face. He looked as innocent as a doll that had yet to be removed from the box. You knew then that whatever it took, whatever happened next, you would have to protect him.

You felt Nahida descending from the sky above you—from where she’d ripped your delicate doll from his entrapment. The question on the God of Wisdom’s mind permeated through the collapsing space.

In that moment of heightened awareness, you saw a vision of the array of guards waiting outside, your assembly of friends you had worked this mission with, Cyno’s cold, non-forgiving stare—all of them waiting to condemn this god you now held in your hands—and you knew exactly what you had to do.

You took off, ignoring the throbbing in your legs and the pounding of injuries that would make themselves known later.

Paimon’s questioning screams chased you. You ignored even those. For now, you were existing in a space where only one person in this world mattered.

The Balladeer lay unconscious in your arms; when you looked down at him, your legs pumped faster.

You found a small opening in the wall and leapt. Sunlight hit you as you escaped from the collapsing building right into the light of the academia.

You didn’t stop. A quick look around at the guards standing at their posts was enough to keep your adrenaline going. You had the lead—they were yet to be notified of the situation, but it wouldn’t be long.

You took off. Running down the streets of Sumeru, until you got to the fields outside the city. Then you kept running. You ran until your lungs burned like sand in the desert sun.

When you finally reached the building you had scouted on your travels a while back, your whole body was burning like a campfire on a summer night, and your limbs trembled with exhaustion. But it was worth it. You looked down to see Scaramouche resting peacefully.

Your star was safe.

***

The Balladeer was feeling warm. Like he was caressed in a sun made of the ocean waves, or ocean waves made of the sun, he wasn’t sure. Either way, there was a strange lightness in his chest that tried to drown out the throbbing in his head. He felt weighted and weightless at the same time.

Is this death? He thought. Me, one who was fated to be immortal? Could I really die..?

Scaramouche heard a rustling next to him, and a smell entered his nostrils. Though it was not of Teyvat origins, he associated it with the electric charge of Inazuma soil and the breeze flowing through the open fields of Mondstadt.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

In that brief moment of clarity when one has not yet been released from the world of dreams, he saw you not as an enemy but a close, dear friend.

You were leaning over him, looking at him with concern. The radiance of you made him want to close his eyes again.

But then he quickly remembered his stature and, more importantly, the real source of the feeling of lightness in his chest: the Gnosis. His Gnosis had been stolen from him.

Like waking up from a sweet dream into a nightmare, he jolted forward.

“The Gnosis—!” he croaked, finding his voice uncharacteristically dry.

“Yes, yes, will get to that,” you said. The calmness in your voice spilled over Scaramouche like a sweet stream. “First, how are you feeling?”

He swatted your hand away. “I need to get to the Gnosis—that witch stole it from me.”

He made a move again; this time, you backed up, allowing him to get up.

He took one step off the bed when his knees wobbled and tumbled right back into your arms.

You looked at him again with concern in your eyes. “You have no time to think about anything right now besides getting better,” you said. “Whatever those sages did to you, it took a toll when you were separated. For now, drink this.” You shoved some sort of concoction in his face. “I wasn’t sure what you like to eat. If—ehem—dolls eat, but…”

“Enough, leave me. I don’t need your pity, especially you of all people. Aren’t you supposed to hate me?” Scaramouche tried to sound strong, but despite his best efforts, his voice was shaking.

The sincerity of your efforts scared him, and more so was the look in your eyes. It was almost like…

You stood, leaving him on the floor with the drink. “Chicken soup, or Adeptus Temptation? Which do you prefer?”

“Huh?” Scaramouche understood what you were saying, but your words didn’t make sense. Were you really asking him about soup right now?

“I’m giving you a choice,” you continued, propping your hands on your hips. “I’ve decided I don’t want to watch you starve.”

“You should just leave me be.”

“Yeah, too late for that. So? Chicken or Adeptus?”

Frustrated, Scaramouche tried to get up again. “I need… to get my Gnosis…”

“Gnosis soup?” You looked at him as if he’d just offered a perplexing puzzle. “I think I’m lacking on the key ingredients for that. Alright, Adeptus, it is then.”

You continued into the kitchen.

As the Balladeer watched you, a cool ripple of annoyance flowed through him. Did you not realize the urgency of the situation? What was even more annoying was your pity. Here he was in his weakest state in front of you, and there you were treating him like a puppy. It made him feel sick. After all the things he’d said to you, all the times he’d tried to kill you—you should be basking in his pain, leaving him to rot, or getting your revenge in some other way. But his…

“When I get my strength back,” he said. “I swear, I will make you regret this.” His words faded into the air. You were already in the kitchen, out of range.

Scaramouche sighed. Admittedly, sickness was taking over his body. He could barely keep his head up. He shuffled back into bed.

You came out with a steaming bowl in your hands only a few minutes later.

“What kind of magic is this?” Scaramouche asked as you placed the bowl beside him. He saw what looked like a beautiful medley of flavours, and the smell wafting out of it made even his usually quiet stomach growl.

You laughed. The sound rang in his ears. He realized it was the first time he’d heard you laugh. Most of your interactions in the past had been short, and he was usually the one directing them. Come to think of it, he’d barely heard you talk much.

“You learn to whip up things on the fly when you’re as mobile as I am,” you continued. “You also learn some of the best hiding spots.” You winked.

Scaramouche sat up and tried to relax. “Speaking of, where are we?” he said, looking around. You seemed to be in a small space, a warm house of sorts. Now that his initial rejection of the situation had warned off, he was becoming filled with questions.

“A spot I’d scouted on my travels a bit ago,” you said. “Thank god. We needed it.”

You looked relaxed as you pulled up a chair and sat across from him. You were acting incredibly casual for someone who was supposed to be his archenemy.

Scaramouche studied you closer. He’d always thought it, but…

Yes. Up close, you were quite attractive.

The Balladeer found himself blushing as he turned away. “Where is that pretending Dendro archon? And my Gnosis.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said. “Let’s not forget who the pretending archon is here.” The smirk hung on your face until Scaramouche looked at you again. “—But as for Nahida, I don’t know. On the hunt for us, probably.”

“Why did you...?” Scaramouche struggled to find the words to describe this situation and then let it go. “Nevermind. Listen, I don’t have time to be playing house here. Take me to where my Gnosis is, and I’ll let you come out of this alive. I bet all your little ‘friends’ are worried about you.”

You laughed again. This time, the sound bubbled his anger.

“Look, I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats here,” you said. “But don’t worry, I’ll help you get it back. As long as you tell me why it’s so important to you.” You stared at him.

He met your gaze for a moment, but when that look slipped back in, he had to turn away.

You sat back in your chair. “Do you ever feel like sometimes you’re running around playing a game only because there are no other options? I guess it was like that. Those— my ‘friends’ and I bonded over a common cause, I may have even agreed they were my friends at one time, but it’s like—when you’re presented with the truth of something, only then do you realize what the other was not, and never was.”

“Huh? Is that supposed to be some kind of riddle?”

“What I mean to say is, I never understood what it meant to deeply care for something until I saw you falling from that constructed god. And then I realized, it was never about saving Sumeru for me. The whole reason I went along with their plans was that… well, it was you.”

At that, a laugh took hold of Scaramouche, which he couldn’t control. “You’re telling me you paraded around with your little friends acting like a saint, attempting to save the world because of me..?”

You looked at him plainly. “Yes. It was you I was curious about. I didn’t really care what they were up to. I just wanted to get closer to you, to learn more about you.”

At this point, Scaramouche had to wipe tears from his eyes. “Oh, this is good. Next, you will tell me that you never cared about travelling. Or you’ve never tried to do one good thing for someone.”

“Maybe.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m not buying it.”

“You don’t need to buy it. It’s the truth, and I’m giving it to you for free.”

He scowled. “Whatever. If you say you care about me so much, then leave me to rest. I’m starting to get a headache listening to your nonsense.”

“Fine, but I’ll make you see. It’s not nonsense. You’re not as heartless as you believe. And that Balladeer hiding under all those layers, I feel something for him. He is something special.”

He hated that your words had some resonance to them, and he hated that as he started to fall asleep, he was wishing they were true.

***

The Balladeer waited until nighttime before slipping out of bed.

You were passed out beside the bed. Scaramouche clicked his teeth. In annoyance, your words replayed in his mind. He’d learned that naivety would get you nowhere, but at least he could take advantage of your naivety in this situation.

He stepped around you quietly and made for the door, already imagining the Gnosis in his hand.

That was when there was a sword around his throat.

He laughed. You were sharper than he expected. “So I am your prisoner after all,” he said.

“Yes,” your voice came from behind him. “And I’m a very strict prison guard. I’m not letting you go until you explain what the deal with the Gnosis is.”

A current of rage took over his body. He never liked being given orders, and who the hell were you to stop him? Scaramouche still had a bit of strength left. He called the power of electricity to his hand, then turned and made for your wrist.

But you were quick. You moved before he could even touch you.

You brought the hilt of your sword to his stomach and jammed him between the ribs.

In his weak state, the blow winded him. He fell down to his knees.

“Psh, you haven’t even got half your strength. Just what was your plan? Walk out there and get captured again?”

That was when Scaramouche found a reserve of strength in him. He looked up and leapt at you. This time, he got a hold of you.

You wrestled. Scaramouche thought he had the advantage, but then you flipped him—taking out both his heels from under him and landing him on his back.

As you pinned him down his rage boiled into humiliation. He had never been so weak before in his life. He felt something he hadn’t in a while, terror. Vulnerability. Panic rose within him, but just as it was about to take over, you did something unexpected.

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his.

It was a simple action, but in it, he could feel all the compassion and gentleness you felt toward him.

Your warmth washed over him like the sunkissed ocean that it was. Despite his best efforts to block back the own tides of his vulnerability, he could hear, he could feel what you were saying to him in that moment. It’s okay. I am here for you.

He trembled, holding the last bits of his defences firm, and then you scooped him into your arms.

He broke.

He couldn’t stop the tears that came falling—and falling—tears at everything—his frustrations, his failures, his successes—pain that went back centuries. The frustration at losing a friend, at realizing there was no one to blame but the bitter forces of nature, the idea of his very creation being one of uselessness.

And you held him all throughout.

You must’ve been using magic, he thought later.

Eventually, exhausted, he resigned back to the bed.

You took up your post beside him, though it looked like you were also okay with giving him some space.

“The Gnosis,” the Balladeer began, “It was… my one connection to this world. It gave me a purpose. I suppose you don’t understand what it’s like to be looked at as a toy. Simply an inanimate object to be used for whatever gain. But with the Gnosis…”

“It made you feel human.” You finished.

He scowled. “Listen to me, I sound pathetic. It disturbs me to be talking about it, especially to you.”

“I get it, but Scaramouche,” you grabbed both his hands in yours. “I’ll say it again. I don’t see you as a doll. I see you as a person. A pretty cool person. Someone I’m very grateful to exist. And if anyone doesn’t think that way, well, screw them. They don’t deserve you.”

His eyes opened wide, and then he pulled away. “Your earnesty scares me.”

“It’s true.”

He sighed. “Thank you, (M/C). For what it’s worth, you’re actually not so bad yourself. Especially without that fairy floating around.”

You laughed. “Thank you, now rest. We can deal with our problems tomorrow.”

As you stood, Scaramouche grabbed your hand.

“(M/C), I think I like this. Spending time with you. I’m not sure what I’ll do next, but…”

“We’ll figure it out together.” You turned back to him and grabbed his hand with your other. “Maybe you need someone to say this to you, but I mean it. Scaramouche, I’ll never abandon you. You’ll never have to be alone again.”

He looked at you, wide eyes growing wider, but he turned away before you could see the tears pulling. “Whatever. If it’s with you, I’m sure it will never be boring.”

[chuusheartattck]

THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)

Fontaine Entertainment

Timestamps do not matter!

Y/n: Has been training to become an idol ever since their freshman year of high school. They were originally on an idol survival show ‘Who’s next?’ However, got eliminated on the last episode. Finally debuted right after they graduated high school. Wrote Espresso without anyone particular in mind.

Furina: CEO of Fontaine Ent. A bit clueless at being a ceo since she did it spontaneously. Everyone loves her since she’s so laid back..in a way.

Hu Tao: Best friend of Y/n since middle school. One of the first people to be scouted by Fontaine Ent. She’s now a rapper who make raps that somehow make it on the radio and trend on tiktok. First got famous for making a diss track against her old history teacher, Mr. Zhongli.

Lyney: Him and Lynnette were the first people to get scouted by Fontaine Ent. They were originally doing magic shows and eventually became so big that they were now under management. Lyney likes to flirt with the audience to get more tips. Got famous for these antics.

Lynette: Twin sister of Lyney and also the more calm one. Everyone loves her equally as well. Got famous for accidentally rejecting an audience member.

Mona: She doesn’t know exactly why her astrology business is under a form of management. Isn’t complaining because she needs the money. She somehow has enough to buy new clothes. Got famous for predicting the downfall of Drake.

Ayaka: She’s the most popular one due to her beauty and dancing. She got scouted by Inazuma Ent. as well but chose Fontaine because she wanted a wider audience. Everyone also thinks her brother, Ayato, is hot. Got famous for her shoe coming off and accidentally hitting an audience member.

Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

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A/N: Fontaine profiles!! Lmk if there’s any questions and i’ll try my best to answer. Pls ignore the typo on Mona’s profile 😭😭 I’m way too lazy to change it now.

[ireneyourbabe]

Believe me, I don't want to be that person. But I feel that Ray Dark will try to destroy Isagi or take him under his wing🤨, I know he cared abouPlease don't make fun of me, Dark Ray is for sure the villain of the story since he's based on the og Dark Ray (from Inazuma Eleven Go)

Please...you don't believe he did it out of pity?

He was a talent scout ,he saw "that sparkle" in Kaiser's eyes, no doubt he discovered multiple icons before him

(Coaches and Ego himself maybe)

Smash tho