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diz-eaze · 3 months ago
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oughhhh... could you pretty pretty please write a little bit about yan wanderer's reaction to realizing his darling is slowly but surely falling for him as well... a good spoonful fluff would also be appreciated if you're able to make it work!!! i lauve hardcore yanderes who are at the same time caring and soft partners </3
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; soft yandere, drabble, modern au, college au, roommates, not proofread. i'm sorry anon i really didn't manage to capture his reaction in detail, i fear.
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when sharing a living space with someone else, care is obligatory. it's unspoken, only verbalized through the harmonious split between chores, the shared duties of cooking, and the quiet humming of moving around the apartment. though, the word 'split' is much too generous of a word, with the way your roommate constantly insists on doing more than half of the chores all the time. in the beginning, you had suspected that the roommate you had gotten from the facebook group was a clean freak, obsessed with all things meticulous and proper.
you had been wrong.
his movements when cleaning are clumsy, his cooking leans toward being charred oftentimes, and he always mixes up the colored fabrics with the white ones. for quite some time, this disparity left you perplexed. why bother insisting when he can't even execute the chores properly in the first place?
you decided you had had enough when your favorite white t-shirt ended up being a mix of pink and red.
you trudge towards his elusive room, standing in front of his locked door. you only got to knock once before the door swings open with a loud bang, scaramouche stares at you with a look you can't quite place as he asks the purpose of your visit. with a sigh, you mindlessly reach out to wrap your arm around his slender wrist - the physical contact leaves him flinching.
"come with me," you urge, not thinking much of his reaction. you guide him outside his room and into the hallway that leads to the washroom.
"wah- why?" he sputters, gaze burning holes into your fingers.
"if you're so insistent on doing the laundry each and every time, then at least let me teach you how to do it properly," you sigh out, voice exasperated yet tinged with an undeniable softness. perhaps you should have been more annoyed at him for ruining some of your clothes because of his inadequacy, yet you can't deny that you appreciate the fact that he cares.
care is obligatory. but to care to this extent... is not.
you spent the entire evening drilling into his stubborn, indigo-head the rundown of doing the laundry. amidst the strange flush in his cheeks and the sudden, shy behavior he sometimes exhibits, you come to learn more about your roommate. you even delve into letting him allow you to create breakfast - charred toast and overcooked rice can only last you so long, after all.
still, he insists on cleaning and laundry duty no matter how much you bargained.
as you finish putting in the last batch of dirty laundry into the washing machine, you realize that there are many things you wonder about scaramouche. for one, why bother living with someone else when his life, that you've seen through cracks and glimpses, is of him coming from a wealthy background?
you truly don't understand him at times. well, most times.
the two of you retire to your respective rooms. scaramouche lingers around the entrance of his room, and when you send him an inquisitive glance, he utters out a hasty 'goodnight!' before slamming the door shut in your face.
you blink in disbelief before walking back to your own room. when you shut the door close is only then did you realize something. without your knowledge, it seems that a smile had long bloomed upon your face. you don't know when it got here, but suspect it had long been present.
the following morning, scaramouche wakes up to the smell of freshly cooked rice and perfectly browned chicken thighs. he nearly bashes his head into the wall in elation when he sees you waiting patiently for him. In between passing each other chopsticks and plates of food, scaramouche doesn't miss the way you now view him with a profound softness that differs from the day before.
he excuses himself into the bathroom to jump around in utmost joy once it sinks into his mind. while he may not be the best helper around the apartment, he certainly knows how to capture his beloved's heart in the most boyfailure way possible.
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20peachtrees · 1 year ago
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wanderer's adventures in sumeru
THANK YOU FOR 70 FOLLOWERS BY THE WAY!! some news, i made an offical art twitter account! 🥳 its @/marsunshi and i linked it, right now im focused on genshin there and will be a lot more active, but im still going to try and post mcsm content here because i have Many wips ^^ i also have my ao3 linked there and i have a few drafts of mcsm works that i might post at some point..who knows
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evercelle · 10 months ago
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Can't remember if anyone has asked this before but do you like any scaramouche ships.❓
i'm not deep into any in particular, but i think: chiscara is comedy/angst gold (with no inbetween), kazuscara has some excellent knife to genuine friends/lovers potential, and the artist who drew daily venti pics on twt opened my third eye to scaraven lol
i don't see it romantically, but i do think wanderer + nahida are basically platonic soulmates... genshin's sumeru writing did some really phenomenal work setting them up as character foils throughout the conflict of the archon quest, and then developing their neutral alliance -> genuine companionship after! very girlboss of nahida to refuse to let the former enemy of state run from his past but then ALSO grant him citizenship send him to college and hire him into the secret service. hope they hang out w/ aranaras every day
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zph · 3 months ago
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sick scara but he doesn’t admit he is actually sick … he tries so so hard to act normal but fails because u see him slump in his bed, eyes drifting, nose red, & coughing in spasms. he clearly feels like shit. “no, i’m not sick at all,” said the definitely sick guy running a fever. he groans and scoffs all he wants until he realizes that he has YOUR full, utter attention, willing to relent to any of his whims no matter how unreasonable it is. it is like a switch suddenly went off in his brain. that plushy you always cuddle? nah, you are cuddling with him now he doesn’t care. cooking? you will personally feed him, will you? what? he is sick, didn’t you say you were going to take care of him? ….Holy fuck he is going to be so bratty & demanding all day. might as well feed him grapes on a sliver spoon while u are at it.
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rixy-smurrey · 4 months ago
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I know this contradicts a previous smut I wrote, but Vincent Charbonneau (or Scaramouche) would never go down on you. If you ask him, he says, "what makes you think I'm interested in putting my mouth on your filthy cock/cunt?" He tsks at you with a disgusted expression before telling you to "get out."
If he's more fond of you, instead of making you leave, he'll tell you to "get on the bed and on your fucking knees" before fucking the life out of you. He edges himself so he can keep going for longer. If he gets tired or bored, which he will after not too long, he sits with his back to the headboard and orders you to ride him. Even if you're too fucked out to bounce on his cock, he'll help you. And by "help", I, of course, mean by slapping your ass hard enough to almost bruise. It only takes him a minute or two before he's thrusting up leisurely as with each descent, your hips are met with a harsh thrust. He doesn't stop until you literally don't have the energy to keep going. At which point he grinds up into your hole, slowly rocking his hips until he cums deep inside of you. He pulls out and gets off of the bed, leaving you without the satisfaction of your climax. He cleans himself up in the bathroom, letting you attempt to finish yourself off. But you can't do it. Your fingers will never be as good as his cock drilling into your hole, and the both of you know it. Vincent/Scara eventually comes back with a smirk on his face, seeing your desperation to get off.
"Oh, do you want to cum? Such a shame you didn't get to. Ah well, it can't be helped. I'm afraid I'm too spent to give you what you crave." He's slipped back into his friendly facade, leaving you to gaze at the cruelty in his eyes that he's carefully hid behind fallacies and lies. Vincent sends you home like this, desperate and needy.
If you live together, he goes to his desk to do some loose paperwork while waiting for you to fall asleep in your shared bed. Once you do, he climbs into bed and under the covers, wrapping one arm around you. In the morning, he'll say he acted in his sleep. For now, he enjoys the warmth of your body against his cold, dead skin.
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licapitano · 4 months ago
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Sethos: Let's play 20 questions!
Scaramouche: Uh, sure, whatever.
Sethos: What's your favourite colour?
Scaramouche, lazer focused: Triangle, do you love me.
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ckret2 · 3 months ago
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How about Scaramouche in general?
thanks for indulging my obvious baiting to get someone to ask about my Scaramouche headcanons, sorry it took me two days to write lmao. This ended up being a quick overview of his life all the way from being designed to the moment he decides picking a fight with Jack is a wise life choice.
so first to recap the headcanons I've already mentioned: Scaramouche's robot line was based off the X-model. Since the X-49 experiment found that the robot with emotions was a better killer and survived longer, Scaramouche's line got emotions.
Since X-49 held back and eventually retired due to guilt and a developing conscience, Scaramouche's line didn't get remorse or a conscience. It's no coincidence that he's Scaramouche the Merciless.
Since X-49 could be motivated to battle by loyalty/love/devotion, Scara's line kept the capacity for emotional attachments; but they don't want the bots bringing home stray dogs or eloping with some cute waitress bot, so they came pre-programmed with absolute loyalty... to Aku.
As far as we can see, Scaramouche's only ambition is to become and then remain Aku's #1 assassin. He mentions he'll get paid but he doesn't act motivated by the pay. We don't see him demonstrate any goals outside "do the thing Aku would want"—not even "do what Aku would want (so that I can get what I want)." What he wants is to do what Aku wants him to. That's aaall preprogrammed, baby.
Since this means his line was designed after Aku was told about the experiment with X-49, Scaramouche is somewhere under 50 years old.
in another recent post I mentioned that, since Aku's self-declared title is shogun of sorrow, it stands to reason that at some point he had an army of samurai, since that's literally what "shogun" means. Samurai were his thing until Jack came along. Now everybody's like ohhh THE samurai is Aku's enemy. Is the "shogun" title that he gave himself a minute after being born a joke to you??
Anyway—if he's used samurai before, at some point he'd go "I should fight fire with fire. Make me some samurai robot assassins." Not just to fight Jack, but like, if they work out, eventually they can be sent after him. So the scientists made a line of samurai robot assassins, pre-programmed them with combat techniques, then further trained them like they did that ninja robot.
And gave them matching commedia dell'arte names even though that has nothing to do with the samurai theme. Maybe the scientists were using them as code names in case anyone was spying on their project, maybe they were tired of the samurai theme, maybe the lead scientist was just a big theater nerd. So you've got Scaramouche, but somewhere out there are also a bunch of other similar-looking emotional robot assassins with names like Harlequin, Pierrot, Colombina, Pantalone, etc.
Scaramouche starts out looking and acting identically to the rest of his line: a dead serious bot with a kasa hat and robe and katana. And much like X-49, the samurai dell'arte got sent out into the world to kill, they started amassing experiences... they developed personalities.
over his first few years he acquires:
– A purple coat. his original robe got torn, he had to pick up something in a nearby town, he never requested a replacement for his original robe. To his knowledge, at this point he doesn't currently have any "tastes" or "opinions." But the coat. It compels him. In truth he probably would've latched onto whatever outfit he picked up first—pinstripe suit, sundress, clown costume, doesn't matter. He latches onto it because it's the first thing he ever chose for himself rather than had assigned to him.
– A fascination with jazz music. Latent code left over from X-49. like half the samurai dell'arte end up getting into jazz music. The other half do not get it at all.
– that accent. Not the ski-ba-bop-ba-dopping. The nasally inflection and cadence underneath. Picked it up from a neighbor. He got an apartment for in between jobs, and the Dead Serious Bot schtick meant he didn't do a lot of talking while working (and when he was home, he kinda just sat quietly in his room listening to jazz records contemplating life and waiting for a personality to develop). until he developed a little extroversion, he got more practice talking with his chatty neighbor than in the rest of his life combined.
– a new sword. His original sword broke, as long skinny blades that are approximately as hard as their wielder's skin eventually do. He went shopping for a new one. He knew what kinds of swords he was trained to use. He saw those swords. He also saw a goddamn scimitar. He got a goddamn scimitar.
– a dagger. He was having trouble learning how to wield a goddamn scimitar in the field.
– heeled boots; like Jack, he made the discovery that these are surprisingly effective for his line of work. Unlike Jack, he's secure enough in his robo-masculinity to keep rocking them even though women wear them too.
– structural modifications to his face so he can play wind instruments. Just as a hobby. Half the samurai dell'arte went "when we're not working we should form a JAZZ BAND." Sometimes they have jam sessions in local jazz clubs. (he wanted to play trumpet. Everyone wanted to play trumpet. fucking Harlequin got trumpet ugh. in retrospect he's glad he went with flute, he likes flute better.)
– A disconcertingly chipper personality, for a professional serial killer. never formally learns to dance but he's getting more extravagant with his body language—twirls and flourishes. he's still got all that precise combat training that he was preprogrammed with and trained in; but he's starting to care about how he looks doing his job. He likes what he does. He's good at what he does. He's ✨perky✨
– Singing training. Now he's ski-ba-bop-ba-dopping. By this point, he's got a fully-developed personality and sense of style. He's recognizably the Scaramouche the Merciless we know and love.
– A position on Aku's top assassins leaderboard. He's finally reached #1000! He stagnates there.
– a sudden raging dissatisfaction with the limitations of mere metal. He could be so much more, so much better, so much WORSE, if he wasn't held back by swords and armor.
– Training in how to use music to perform magic. It was not intended to be used for violence, but it turns out that part is pretty easy. bam now he's a wizard. You know how rare robot wizards are?
– structural modifications to let him use his voice for magic.
– A position in the top 100!
– a feud with the other members of the jazz band. The trumpeter is just jealous he's not the most impressive bot in the band anymore, now that the flutist is a better killer and better vocalist than the rest of them combined. Scaramouche doesn't know why the rest of the band took Harl's side, that guy's a jerk.
– A scarf. Because he liked it. He's now capable of getting things just because he likes them. It calls attention to his best asset, babe.
– Aku's phone number.
– An insufferable fucking ego (related to previous point).
– a dagger that makes things explode. Custom made, cost a pretty penny, Scaramouche helped with the design himself, it's got music magic woven in to boost that tuning fork trick it does. At this point, Aku's deep in his "oh who cares if Jack's still out there, I don't, I won't even send anyone to kill him, what does it matter anyway" phase; but Scaramouche remembers what his model was originally built for. For most of his life, that goal seemed so distant as to be totally abstract—but now...? He'd like to find out what a magic dagger can do to a magic sword.
– and finally... the numero uno spot, baby. 😎
By the time Scaramouche earns the long-coveted Aku's fave position, he's fully evolved into his own person. Out of everything he started with—his face, his voice, his clothes, his skills, his weaponry—the only part of him that's still recognizable is... his hat. same damn hat he started with. never changed it.
("gee puff did you come up with this whole long elaborate headcanon just to explain why scaramouche has a kasa?" shut up)
at some point he started to select his own targets rather than wait for them to be assigned. If you wanna make it to the top and stay there, you've gotta take initiative! He knows Aku would want somebody dead and they happen to be nearby, he goes after them—doesn't check if there's a bounty yet, doesn't check if another assassin in Aku's direct employ has already been assigned to the job. Never got in trouble for it; as long as the target ends up dead, Aku thinks it's funny if one of his assassins poaches a job from another. You snooze you lose.
Only target he was ever discouraged from pursuing was Samurai Jack. He got told don't bother. Aku's sick and tired of losing his best warriors, assassins, and mercenaries by throwing them against that impenetrable brick wall, and this particular 'bot shows a lot of promise, Aku would rather keep him on the roster for a while. Plus sometimes he texts Aku memes. Aku kind of likes the memes.
What Scaramouche hears is don't bother; you're not good enough to take him down.
And that's about the time Scaramouche starts plotting to slaughter a whole town and pile the corpses into a smoke signal.
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tra1nchi · 1 year ago
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Hypnotize to squirt from your cock anywhere and everywhere
eeep so embarrassing!! 😣😣 being triggered to c0m constantly from the most common shit, Aaaaa!! Ur hypnotist being so cruel that ur trigger is blinking or taking a breath :( having an orgasm soon becomes ur default state🥬🥬
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mishuleshi · 1 year ago
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nahida doing the cucumber prank on them and scara thinks it's a snake and tries to protect readermeow but readermeow just laughs at him
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Nahida was holding phone in one hand and the other was hid behind her back. Holding something.
Scara that was laying on his stomach looking at her bored. Next to him was laying on her side reader.
Nahida's hand sneaked behind them. That something in her hand was placed down behind them. And now she waited. Her mobile in her hands recording and waiting for their reaction.
Scara's head turned around to see cucumber. You saw that too but you didn't really care.
Scara jumped up. His claws are out for protection.
What if it tried to attack his girl.
You didn't even move an inch and Nahida tried not to laugh out loud. Scara then launched at that green thing. Fighting with it.
Nahida's laugh was even more loud. You laughed too.
"oh come on! It won't hurt you!"
Nahida kept laughing.
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diz-eaze · 3 months ago
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Imagine: modern yandere Scaramouche but instead of being a Nepo baby he's a broke baby and you're the rich one.
broke boy Scara banging his head against the wall when his old phone finally gives up on him. He's experiencing very heavy internet withdrawal cause he haven't checked your Instagram for 2 hours now.
Broke boy Scara trying to give you give you gifts but you either already own it or you have an even better version of the gift (He's going to cry himself to sleep tonight because you must think he's a cheep scape)
broke boy Scara wanting to go out to lunch with you but the restaurants you pick are always out of his budget so you have to pay for his meals (even though he insist he's okay with just watching you eat like the little freak he is)
broke boy Scara crying and pulling his hair off his scalp because he's forced to drop out of college cause he failed all his classes (he was too busy stalking you) and now he can't be with you anymore.
broke boy Scara feeling elated when you agreed to let him stay with you until he can get himself back on his feet and enroll again (he's never gonna leave you)
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; this is a stroke of genius omfggggg,,,, broke boy scara,,,, BROKE BOY SCARA !!!!!! his 5GB worth of load data runs out one day while he's stalking your account, and his will to live dims out just like that 😭😭 thinking of this concept with a preppy, kind rich girl teehee
; yandere, not proofread i wrote this in one go, female (y/n), popular girl x loserboy trope omg,,, referred to as scara narratively but called kunikuzushi in dialogue like once.
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i think the reason why broke boy scara came to be is because he ran away from his home to escape his emotionally neglectful mother (albeit she's in the process of grieving her twin sister, but it doesn't justify her actions) and sister as soon as he turned 18. he swiped his legal documents, ransacked any cash lying around, applied for a scholarship to a state university, and booked it. in this au, he never really encountered or met nahida at all.
he lives in a cramped one-bedroom apartment near the state university that accepted his scholarship application to save money. after all, the cash he took won't last him forever. having a lackluster resume is hard, he has no prior job experience so he can't apply for any decent paying ones at the moment. for now, scara settles on taking a part-time job as a convenience store cashier located on the same street as his apartment building.
before his first semester even begins, scara lives a monotonous life. he wakes up, eats a simple breakfast, advance studies to maintain his scholarship, goes to his part-time job, goes home, hangs out in his tiny balcony, and goes to sleep. he can't afford a laptop right now so he can't really game. all he has to pass time is his four-year-old phone. money is tight, but the elation of having freedom for the first time outweighs his worries.
the life he has right now isn't much, but it's undoubtedly his.
prior to meeting (y/n), broke boy scara had an idgaf mentality regarding his financial situation. it could be worse! he could have been on the streets homeless but he isn't - and that makes him grateful enough. sure, he doesn't have wi-fi, but that's not something weekly load can't fix. and maybe he doesn't have full, hearty meals every single day - but isn't that the average experience of a college student? gucci bags, caviar, diamond-encrusted earrings, etc., are luxuries for a reason! he doesn't need any of that nor is he tempted to.
predictably, his tune changes after your first meeting with him.
scara had to pick up his jaw from the floor because the whiplash of social difference he experienced after he took one step inside his university campus was jarring. of course, what did he expect? it's a state university, after all! there was no way that the place wouldn't be crawling with nepo babies and children of the country's politicians, all with dirty money paying for the full price of the hefty tuition fees.
you're one of them.
standing tall and proud with perfectly done hair, sunglasses protecting your delicate eyes from the harsh sunlight that comes with dreadful morning classes. dainty hands that have never known labour are decorated with rings topped with stones that he can't even identify. pierced ears adorned with bangle hoops made from gold, all while dressed in chanel and Burberry from top to bottom and finished off with jimmy choo heels. you are pretty, unfairly so.
you're surrounded by two other girls that are dressed in similar splendor, all smiles and giggles as you walk toward your first class.
money... talks.
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to his surprise, scaramouche meets you again, as it turns out you share the same first period as him. he eyes the open seat next to you, debating if he should bite the bullet. his hesitation must be glaringly obvious as your eyes flit up to meet his. he flinches.
your nose scrunches up as you giggle, your bracelet-laden hand pats the seat as if to entice him. "come sit, i don't bite!"
he cautiously moves around your designer bag resting on the lecture room's floor, and even narrowly avoids stepping onto a gucci shopping bag just behind - it would be a great misfortune if he got himself into debt on the first day of his college semester like those kdramas he watched.
scaramouche sits up straight and keeps his hands to himself while waiting for the professor to arrive. silence wafts though the air, though he can't help but sneak glances at what exactly you were writing down on your ipad - he's reluctant to make conversation, still wary if you'd be offended at the prospect of a brokie like him (disregarding the fact that you were the one who invited him to sit).
and you seem content to be left to your own devices, so... he lets it be.
it isn't until the end of the lecture did you actually talk to him. amidst him picking up his slingbag to go to his next class, halfway through the room, a distinct voice calls out,
"hey, indigo-head!"
scaramouche freezes, his foot stilling in mid-air as he slowly turns around, unsure if he was the indigo-head you were referring to. he dumbly points to himself, and you nod enthusiastically, even giving him a big thumbs up for good measure.
he tries his best to still his accelerating beating heart.
"what's up?" he asks once you're near him, trying to play it cool.
"just wanted to say hi and introduce myself! my name's (y/n)," you reach out to dramatically shake his hands in exaggerated motions, and he hopes you don't feel the sweat that has built up in his palms.
"oh, guess you can call me... kunikuzushi. but just shorten it to kuni if you want," he shrugs, looking anywhere but you.
"got it, got it!" you let go of his hands, and the loss of your touch stings for some reason. "sorry to hold you up on your next class, see you around!"
"yeah, sure." scara cooly nods, watching you walk ahead of him until your figure is swallowed by the sea of students bustling around.
he doesn't want to admit it, but you leave disappointment in your wake. he was hoping for something more - like an offer of friendship, not an obligatory introduction of names. but perhaps that was his wishful thinking speaking - it's unrealistic to hope that would happen, you seemed to be surrounded with more than enough friends anyway.
you, with your perfectly done nails and easy confidence - evident of how you never had to experience insecurity or worry growing up, because you yourself are the person most people wanted to be.
right, right... why would you want to be friends with someone like him? realistically speaking, you're probably no different from those whiny, spoiled brats with shallow personalities. what a joke.
hah, maybe he really should lay off the kdramas.
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a box of chocolate sits atop of his self-chosen desk the next time enters the class he shares with you. it screams wealth from the packaging alone, accompanied by a european-sounding brand name, and is that real gold?
"it's for you," your voice cuts through his inner monologue, and scaramouche looks up with indigo eyes wide in disbelief.
"what?"
you blink once, "i said, it's for you?"
"no, i heard you right the first time", scaramouche can't help but roll his eyes, "i meant - what for?"
"oh! it's nothing much, just a peace offering. i mean, you're my desk neighbour now, right? i don't know what you like but my dad got those chocolates from his trip back in belgium! heard it was custom-made by a renowned chocolatier or something." you smile, eyes urging him to try it.
scaramouche blinks, hesitant. "i hate sweets."
you gawk in disappointment before going back to being easy-going. "it's okay! you can just give it to your siblings or throw it away! as for my peace offering... hmm."
you snap your fingers and ask him, "what do you like?"
he frowns, "what?"
"let's go shopping after your classes ends, i'll take you wherever you want!" you excitedly explain, decorated soft hands grabbing his callous ones. "my treat!"
scaramouche stutters then, pink dusting his ears, "y-...you don't need to all this, are you insane?"
but doing all of this for him... he struggles to fight back the smile threatening to break through his face.
you shake your head vehemently, still holding onto his hands, "it's no matter for me, so don't worry! i use my dad's credit card, after all!"
reality crashes down on him... right, this is probably nothing for rich kids like you. spare change, even. going around, doing acts of kindness using daddy's card... you'd probably do this 'peace offering' regardless if he weren't seated next to you - that this is just how you are as a person. you're not doing this because of him specifically.
and that thought stings. it eats him up more than he'd like to admit.
still, he agrees. he tells you he likes to play video games in his spare time (a lie, he doesn't have the means to do so).
you gift him a ps5 in turn.
and the wealth and social discrepancy between the two of you makes it even more apparent to him. he goes to his bed that night with thoughts of 'what-if's.
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by the time the second semester of university hits, scaramouche's routine have greatly been altered - all thanks to your eventual friendship with him, of course.
nowadays, he obsesses with fervor. he barely even touches the ps5 you gave him. he barely touches the things you gift him in general.
he views them as something sacred. to be touched by him is sin.
the first thing he does after waking up is opening his phone to look at your instagram account, with your wealth there's no doubt that you've probably added a new story pertaining to an impulsive purchase or impromptu getaway. next up is twitter, checking to see if your following and followers are the same or decreased/increased.
every day he worries that you might be hiding a secret boyfriend from him. someone who is able to stand with you on a podium - someone who matches you not only in terms of wealth but in extrovert nature as well. scaramouche thinks he'd die the day he finds out you've fallen for someone that isn't him.
he eats breakfast soon after, the taste bland and lacking flavor. not because of the ingredients he used but because he's not eating with you. scaramouche finds that life with you not around is boring and dull. once he's done eating, he puts the dishes in the sink to wash.
he showers, dresses up, and exits his small apartment. it's only when he's a street away from the campus does his blood start buzzing in excitement. it's only then does scaramouche start to feel alive.
sometimes, if he's lucky, scaramouche will encounter you walking in the open fields and he'll speed up his pace just so you both can enter the lecture room together. you, with long acrylic nails that probably costed more than his monthly rent, would playfully pinch him in greeting. he has to push down the shiver of delight that crawls up his spine every time.
the bad days happen when he wakes up late, indigo hues heavy with eyebags, and movements tinged with fatigue. it's rare, but sometimes he wakes up late because he was busy thinking about you the night before. and when he's late, there's a good chance that the lecture room is already packed and his self-assigned seat next to you is already taken by someone else.
he hates it when it happens.
lunch break is a gamble for him, sometimes you're spending it with your other wealthy friends so he's left eating alone in the campus cafeteria. sometimes, you plead and beg with him to let you treat him to some high-end restaurant that's 30 minutes away from campus. in the beginning, he strongly refused out of a sense of embarrassment. but now, his raw need to constantly be around you is stronger than any shame he can possibly feel.
during your lunch breaks spent with him, scaramouche can't help but hope that the people around you two thinks that you're a couple. it happened once, during him accompanying you on a shopping trip and the words still rolls around in his mind.
boyfriend.
he wishes.
after lunch, he drives the both of you back to campus (you used to have a designated driver, but scaramouche soon offered to drive instead) using your car. you go on your separate ways, different classes and all. with you gone, the world loses its color once more.
he releases a sigh at that.
after classes, scaramouche walks several blocks to his part-time job. it's night by the time he returns to his apartment, body utterly tired. still, he pulls out his phone to check on your accounts once more.
he smiles when he sees himself in your story post.
scaramouches eats his measly dinner, eyes raving at the gifts from you that he accumulated while he chews. he still ponders on how he can pay you back on your generosity. what can you give to someone who has everything?
he settles into his twin-sized bed. he wonder then, how can he seize control of your life that's so above his? what leverage can he pull for him to be yours?
scaramouche closes his eyes, letting the sleep take hold of his mind.
for now, he'll gladly play along as your university friend.
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incorrectfatui · 1 year ago
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Arlecchino: I know we’re not exactly friends, but-  Scaramouche: What do you want?  Arlecchino: Dottore has been visiting the House of Hearth for 2 weeks and he‘s been drinking all the soy sauce.  Arlecchino: The children are scared Arlecchino: Help.
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gallapiech · 8 months ago
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ok but imagine fatui mickey in the coat that the harbingers wear in the winter 😳😳 scara already looks so tiny in it LMFAO (i feel like it'll also be interesting to see them two interact 🤭)
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he wants him dead
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yureismellslikefanfic · 2 years ago
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MORE TRANS SCARA PLS!!! but with bondage. Like. We tie him up
omg okay
A/N: Very short, only because I'm not used to writing smut just yet.
Warning. Contains: Bondage, tribbing
Transmasc!Scaramouche X Fem!Reader (Smut)
Ropes bound Scaramouche's hands together as you held them above his head.
He had asked you to tie him up, and who were you to complain?
Now, he was a moaning mess as you rut your pussy against his, your juices mixing together.
You held up the rope that bound both his hands together and kissed his tears away.
It was a sight you wouldn't forget, his face looked one of pleasure, his pussy and clit desperately trying to seek out yours. The list is endless, really.
Soon enough, he moans out that he's about to cum, and he's frantically rubbing his clit against yours more than before.
His legs shake against yours as you both cum, and Scara lets out the sweetest moan imaginable.
I think you both enjoyed that.
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I'm sorry it was so short, hope y'all enjoyed it though! :D
© yureismellslikefanfic || do not plagiarize, translate, or modify any of my works.
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alanwakemeup · 10 months ago
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God's will
Free will
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raven-feather-adrift · 6 months ago
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“You wish to challenge me? Fine then. But this is solely because I am aware of your gaze upon my one and onl- ahem… Hat Guy. Yes.”
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GREETINGS TRAVELERS!
it is I, the mod of this blog. This is my Genshin Impact OC Isarok.
Isarok - He/Him
Mod (Bailey) - He/Him
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ANONS:
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BLOGS WHO INTERACT (LOVE YALL):
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DESCRIPTION:
Isarok is a tall, humanoid demon. He uses he/him pronouns and is male in appearance. He has extremely corpse-pale skin that is cold to the touch. He has black eyes tinted with green, black hair in a sort of messy wolf cut tied into a ponytail in the back, and two hairpins stabbed through said ponytail. His clothing consists of a black leather harness on his chest, baggy, dark gray pants, a sort of wrapping made of thick cloth material that wraps around his waist and comes down the backs and sides of his legs, and a various assortment of dark red ropes, spell tags, animal bones, necklaces, bells and rings. His feet are wrapped in white bandages. Half his torso is missing skin, showing exposed bone. He has cursed shackles on his neck, ankles, wrists and upper arms. He also has the occasional scar. He has black horns, pointy, upward-turning, elf-like ears, and abyssal corrosion over one part of his face, affecting one of his eyes and causing the skin and sclera to turn black. His nails are slightly long, sharp, and colored black. His tail consists of bone with a long feather at the end. A tattered cloth covers half his back, flowing from his shoulder to his mid-thigh. It covers two nasty scars that show where his wings used to be before they were forcefully removed by another.
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CONCEPT SKETCH (SOON TO BE DIGITALIZED):
(Pose reference by @/mellon-soup)
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VOICE CLAIM:
Currently unavailable!
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INFO:
Isarok uses he/him pronouns.
Isarok goes by Isa for short with people he’s close to.
He cries a lot.
He’s over 2000 years old.
He has an Electro Vision and can switch between polearm (scythe) and a catalyst to fight.
His favorite color is green, but he also likes blue because it reminds him of a special someone.
He is an ex-harbinger who followed Scaramouche to Sumeru.
His loyalty was never to the Fatui, but rather to Scaramouche. There was no existing prompt for this, he just became extremely attached immediately. He’s very VERY in love with (both Scara and Wanderer - he fell in love again after Wanderer erased himself from Irminsul) but hates the idea of Scara loving him back, because in his mind, he is a filthy creature with tainted blood who doesn’t deserve Scara.
Just like a guard dog. Aggressive and agitated around those who dare provoke Hat Guy, but very cuddly, sweet and subdued in private.
On the run from the Fatui after leaving.
His body is currently rotting slowly, though he himself is immortal.
He’s chained to the mortal realm of Teyvat by his cursed shackles.
Doesn’t need to eat or sleep, like the adepti, but enjoys eating for the flavors.
Loves the forest, especially the dark, dingy parts.
Fascinated with bones, accessorizes with them, and has a collection.
autism at its peak
loves ravens in particular because of their intelligence and how drawn they are to him naturally.
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LAYOUT:
“Isarok’s dialogue” will be in quotation marks and colored green.
Actions and narration will be italicized.
{Isarok’s thoughts} will be bolded and in brackets.
((Mod speaking)) will be in double parentheses.
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TAGS:
♡ 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 ♡ - interactions with Scaramouche/Wanderer
◑ 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓’𝖘 𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙 ◐ - Isarok yapping
⚣ 𝕰𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 ⚣ - Isarok x Scaramouche/Wanderer romantically
✮ 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖞 ✮ - Isarok talking to another OC/character
✧ 𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 ✧ - blog promotion
♤ 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌… ♤ - Isarok is away and mod is the one posting!
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RULES:
Be respectful
Understand that mod is a student and will not put rp before his grades and well-being.
No romantic interaction UNLESS YOU ARE SCARA/WANDERER.
Flirting is allowed as long as it’s not too serious.
Curious anons are welcome!
Other OCs as well as canon characters are welcome!
Nothing sexual in rp. Freakaleeky jokes are allowed tho lmao
Specify if you’re talking to mod
DNI racists, sexists, homophobes, transphobes, radqueers, transmeds, radfems, NSFW/kink blogs.
Please don’t send fundraiser asks.
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That’s all! Have fun with my boy!
Dividers by @cafekitsune - @elryisia - @sister-lucifer
Font from lingojam.com
Special emojis from coolsymbol.com
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mxxple-blog · 20 days ago
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Okay this ain't an ask but why do Mxphone7+ look like SMC from CRK😭 (if you respond could you put a pic of them two so I can compare?) ALSO have a good day
Yes. He's inspired by SMC from CRK. I did that because of my friend's (former) obsession. -🍄
Also here's your pic for comparison! - 🥝
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