#tiny Scaramouche
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First post on here let's go!!
SFW the only warning I can think of is argument?
I had a thought that made me want to try and write something with scaramouche
is probably gonna feel ooc? I don't think I know his character that well so most of this is based on what I deduced from YouTube videos and such.
BEWARE I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING OTHER THAT WHAT SCHOOL FORCED ME TO. ESPECIALLY SOMETHING WITH G/T IN IT. (I've used chat gpt to check gramatic mistakes so if anything blame the damn ai)
If you don't know what g/t is just search up giant/tiny
Note:I think this idea fits sagau soooo-
Angst and hurt/a little bit of comfort
Summary: you invite scara to your realm of solace (your room) to rest. Maybe you should have mentioned that you have another form besides your mortal looking one.
Scaramouche was sitting in his chair next to his desk, working on documents. His hand moved with the pen, the scribbling lightly echoing in the almost empty office. It would have been empty if not for you, looking out the window, staring at what used to be the sunset, now a starry sky.
You moved from the window towards the desk and behind the chair. You hugged Scara loosely around the neck and slowly rested your chin against his shoulder. He stopped his movements to not mess up the writing, put the pen down, and slightly turned his head to you.
"Is there any particular reason you're bothering me?" he asked, his tone irritated. Ignoring his tone, you knew he didn't mean it anyway, and you let out a tired sigh. "Didn't you do enough work already? You should rest." He scoffed, turning his attention back to the documents. "I don't require rest as humans do, and you know that. Besides, I'm not done yet."
Looking at the pile of papers, it seemed like it was going to take ages. "Well, I would have less if you knew how to do your own paperwork." Ah, you said that out loud. "But still, can't it wait? I want to be with you." Burying your head deeper into his shoulder and wrapping your arms tighter around him, Scara let out a sigh and put his hand on his forehead. "Great, Archon forbid you aren't with me for some time."
You stood up and sulked next to him. Scara furrowed his eyebrows and let out a big, annoyed sigh on purpose as he leaned back into his chair before getting up and stretching. Cracking his hand, he did feel sore, but he wouldn't tell you that. Jokes on him, you noticed anyway, and you lit up instantly with an idea popping up in your head.
The god glanced at their partner with a gentle, adoring smile. “Scara,” they said softly, reaching out their hand. “I’d like to show you something special.” Scara turned to them, crossing his arms. "What is it?" "That's a secret," you put your finger on his lips, "but it is going to help you rest."
Curiosity piqued, Scaramouche closed the distance between you, grasping your hand gently. "I somehow doubt that." You raised your other hand, and with a simple gesture, the air shimmered, and the room began to change. The familiar surroundings melted away, replaced by a realm—your realm. The realm unfolded like a dreamscape, an infinite expanse of tranquility that seemed to stretch on and on. Soft, ambient light bathed the surroundings in hues, creating an otherworldly pleasant glow.
Scaramouche almost forgot you were a god. Nowadays, it feels okay again, but it reminds him of when he first found out. Oh, how he felt betrayed. He felt worthless, only a mere plaything for you. But you assured him that you didn't see him that way. That you didn't come to Teyvat, to him, just to play god. No, you just wanted to experience it from their view.
“Welcome to the realm of solace,” you said, as he snapped back to reality from his thoughts, your voice resonating with warmth. The ground wasn't surprisingly smooth; rather, it felt like he was standing on a pile of pillows that seemed to shift subtly with each step. “This is a place where reality bends to offer peace and comfort. It’s where I retreat to find solace sometimes from the world.”
Scaramouche’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight. The atmosphere itself seemed to slowly wrap around him like a warm blanket. “Not like anything you’ve seen,” you continued with a hearty chuckle. “I also go here to sleep every night, so I guess that makes it my bedroom."
Scaramouche, still absorbing the strange beauty of the realm, nodded slowly. “It’s... incredible,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Guess I don't need to doubt you anymore.”
As you settled onto the bed? Ground? Its softness enveloped you, your presence reassuring. “I hope you find it as comforting as I do,” you said, scooting a little closer to him. Scaramouche took a deep breath and let his body relax, trusting in the promise of solace, staring at the seemingly endless, changing ceiling that looked really far away. The gentle hum of the realm lulled you slowly into a deep sleep. For Scaramouche, the comfort was otherworldly, a stark contrast to when he sometimes tried to rest before, as he was quite sensitive to any sounds. But as he began listening to your light breaths, he found himself falling more into a deeper sleep.
As the night wore on, you, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort and trust with Scara next to you, unconsciously began changing to your godly form, as you always did when you slept here. The change was seamless and silent, but it had an immediate impact on the bed's dimensions. Scaramouche stirred half-asleep, his eyes fluttered open, pushing down on the ground to sit up. His eyes widened in confusion as he glanced around. The realm's soft glow seemed to dim slightly, reality seeping back in as he noticed the absence of your familiar form beside him. Was he really sleeping so deeply? How? Looking to where you were supposed to be, what he saw made him spring up in caution. Your comforting presence beside him had been replaced with a colossal figure, one that he did not recognize. Panic surged through him, and he bolted upright, his instincts screaming at him to run.
"Who—where?" His voice was a frantic whisper, his body trembling as he quickly turned his head in every direction for you. You were here with him, right? Where are you? Where did you go? Those thoughts were repeating in his mind that he didn't notice the slight stir the figure made.
You were drowsy, but sensing discomfort from Scara, as this realm allowed you to, you tiredly opened your eyes and saw him turning around, looking everywhere, before he felt eyes on him and locked eyes with you.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Scaramouche couldn't see you anywhere, and to make this considerably worse, the giant figure woke up, looking straight at him, looking almost at his very being. He felt his blood freeze in his body; he didn't think that was possible. Not wasting another second, he turned and sprinted. Can he even outrun it? Where is he running? Where are you? His breath is labored; it's hard to run on this plushy surface, almost falling at every step.
Your senses were flooded with Scaramouche's fear, and you reached out instinctively. He shouldn't be scared. Your hand, as gentle as it was large, moved towards Scaramouche to soothe him, to bring him back closer to you. But to Scaramouche, it was overwhelming.
Scaramouche’s mind raced as he stumbled, desperately trying to escape from the towering figure that had replaced the comforting presence he once knew. His heart pounded, not just from fear, but from a deep-seated sense of helplessness that he had tried so hard to bury. He hated feeling like a mere doll, a puppet whose strings could be pulled with little regard for his autonomy. The sensation of being so utterly powerless, so at the mercy of someone else, triggered memories—memories that he wishes he could forget. Memories of his early days, when he was first created and learned of his true nature. Back then, every interaction had seemed to confirm his worst fears: that he was nothing more than a plaything for a god's amusement.
The plush surface beneath him, which had seemed so inviting before, now felt like a trap, each step a reminder of his vulnerability. As he tripped, he cursed under his breath, the bitterness of past betrayals mixing with his current dread. “No, no, not again...” he muttered, struggling to get back on his feet.
You, now fully awake and aware of the distress you had caused, stopped in your tracks. Your hand hovered as you weren't sure what to do now, though intended to comfort, the hand seemed to loom over him like an ominous shadow. “Please, don't run,” your voice echoed softly, trying to cut through his panic.
But for Scaramouche, the giant form was a stark and terrifying contrast to the familiar person he had come to trust. The overwhelming size of the hand, the massive gesture, only reinforced his feeling of being a puppet caught in a storm of uncontrollable forces. He had always loathed the feeling of helplessness, of being manipulated—that's why he became a Harbinger, after all—but this situation exacerbated those fears.
"Scaramouche," the figure called, their voice resonant and soothing, but it only heightened Scaramouche's panic. Scara's eyes widened in terror as the god’s enormous hand reached towards him. Instinctively, he struggled, wriggling against the closing fingers that covered him. The sensation was overwhelming; the figure’s hand, though surprisingly gentle, felt like an inescapable force.
Your head hurt. Your senses were overwhelmed with fear, the opposite of what Scara should have been feeling. "Scaramouche," your voice was firmer now, hoping to break through his panic.
“Let me go!” Scaramouche shouted, his voice strained as he tried to free himself. His breaths came in short, panicked gasps. His mind raced with so many thoughts, memories, and fears.
Knowing you should listen, to give him at least a little bit of sense of control, you brought your other hand to the one holding him and slowly opened it, fearing he might try and jump off. Scaramouche felt his stomach flip as he was turned around in the hand. As the hand opened, Scaramouche, now on his knees, looked up, feeling forced to. He once again locked eyes with you. His violet eyes, usually sharp and filled with defiance, were now wide and vulnerable. They blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of tears that threatened to spill. Each flutter of his eyelids was a silent struggle to hold onto reality and calm his racing thoughts. The blinking slowed, but his gaze remained intense, flickering with a mix of lingering fear and desperate hope.
You slowly lifted your hands, your eyes softening with guilt almost to the point of tears. "I'm so sorry, Scara." Recognition dawned in Scaramouche's eyes. He froze, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You—what...?" Confusion consumed him.
The confusion quickly morphed into anger. Scaramouche’s eyes narrowed, and he clenched his trembling fists. "Let me down," he snapped, his voice rising. "Now."
You flinched at the sharpness of his tone, setting him down. He took a few cautious steps back, guilt weighing heavily on you. "I didn't mean to scare you," you said softly. "I thought it wouldn't matter—"
"Wouldn't matter?" Scaramouche cut you off. "How could something like this not matter?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the tranquility of the realm. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? That I wouldn't care? You... you lied to me!"
"I didn't lie," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. "I just... I didn't know how to tell you."
"That's a lie by omission," he spat, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Scara, please," you reached out a hand, but he flinched away, anger flashing in his eyes.
"Don't touch me!" he snapped, taking another step back. "How can I trust you now? What else have you been hiding?"
The guilt weighed heavily on you, the pain of his mistrust cutting deeper than any blade. "I never meant to hurt you. I only want to protect you."
"Protect me? From what?" His voice was a mixture of anger and hurt, a rare vulnerability showing through his usual bravado. "I don't need to be protected!"
"I know you don't," you said softly, "I'm sorry. I should have told you." You took a deep breath to calm your growing headache and began focusing to slowly form back into your smaller self.
Scaramouche watched as you shifted back, the process like one big fluid motion. His anger was still simmering but mingling with hurt. "You should have," he said as you took slow steps towards him, giving him some space. His voice was quieter but no less intense.
"Let's go back, Scara," you said as you looked at the ground in shame. Scaramouche looked at you, his expression hard but conflicted. "Fine," he muttered, not meeting your eyes. "Take me back."
You nodded, lifting your hand as the realm dissolved and his office materialized around you, the air thick with tension in the small space. Scaramouche immediately walked over to his desk, his movements tense and agitated.
You stood by the door, watching him with a heavy heart. "I'm going to get some fresh air. I'm truly sorry for all of this." He didn’t respond immediately, his back turned to you as he gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles white. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "Just... leave me alone for now."
You nodded, though he couldn’t see it. "Alright..." With that, you turned and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind you. Outside, you leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The pain of his mistrust still weighed heavily on you, but you hoped that, given time, he might find it in his heart to forgive you. You pushed back against the wall as you paced back and forth, your mind equally chaotic. You couldn't help but replay the events over and over, wondering how you could have handled things differently. The weight of your guilt was overwhelming, but you were determined to make things right, no matter how long it took. You started walking towards the exit, ignoring everything around you as you walked.
Inside the office, as the minutes ticked by, the silence was deafening. Scaramouche's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He hated feeling this vulnerable, this betrayed.
Scaramouche sat down heavily in his chair, his mind racing. He was furious, hurt, and confused all at once. The revelation of your true form had shattered the trust he had painstakingly rebuilt with you. He didn't know how to feel, but he knew he needed time to process everything.
BONUS
As you walked down the hall, your mind still reeling from the confrontation with Scaramouche, you barely noticed Tartaglia approaching from the opposite direction. Usually, you would exchange a few words, but today you couldn’t muster the energy.
He lifted an arm in greeting. "Hey, comrade, are you—" You didn’t even glance his way, storming past him without a word. Ajax furrowed his brows in concern. He stood there, watching your retreating figure. Something was definitely off. He had never seen you this upset before. You were one of the few who seemed cheerful every day.
Curiosity and concern gnawed at him, so he decided to head towards Scaramouche’s office. As he approached, he could hear the furious scratching of a pen on paper, punctuated by occasional grunts of frustration. Ajax frowned, pressing his ear to the door, trying to make out more.
Inside, Scaramouche’s anger was palpable. His pen moved with a fury that seemed to match the tempest in his mind. Ajax pieced together the situation, concluding that you and Scaramouche must have had a serious argument.
With a sigh, Ajax stepped back from the door. He knew better than to intrude on Scaramouche when he was in such a mood. As he walked away from the office, he instead decided to find you and see if there was anything he could do.
I Honestly hope this is okay I've been writting since midnight to 5am
#scaramouche#sagau#scara x reader#giant/tiny#g/t sfw#g/t#genshin impact#genshin g/t#tiny Scaramouche#god reader#genshin x reader#scaramouche x reader#childe tartagalia#for a bonus scene#g/t writing#g/t story#g/t genshin#scarameow#hurt/comfort#hurt/angst#hurt/aftermath#angst#genshin impact gt#gt genshin impact
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all of the sumeru cast in one place = comedy the likes of which we haven't seen since Itto
redesign credits under the cut
al-Haitham and Tighnari
Nilou
Layla and Kaveh are mine, WIP
no redesign for Faruzan because I haven't found any + I think she's supposed to be Greek anyway? feel free to correct me there
EDIT: I have been corrected! many thanks to @traitorsinsalem for linking this thread about Faruzan's inspirations. no thanks to mhy for the continued colourism :I
#WHOOPS i guess i'm not sleeping either layla. method acting#this possessed me to draw it. what an event#cyno is hunting as if the butterflies are rogue academics. unfortunately they are not#genshin impact#my art#traveler#paimon#al-Haitham#nilou#cyno#tighnari#collei but tiny#scaramouche#wanderer#layla genshin#faruzan#kaveh#hat man#LOL#this is a real wall of text this time#wait SHOOT#genshin spoilers#maybe.?
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gotta say, the new gays intrigue me
#very quick sketch#greyscale bc i kinda wanna figure out what everyone keeps saying about values instead of colours#i like th idea that sethos is a bit taller then scara lol#moslty bc i want scara to be tiny. a small angry cat#sethoscara#i think?#genshin impact#sethos#wanderer#scaramouche#scara#my art
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In the middle of this I was heavily reminded of the reason why I told myself I'd never draw Genshin palette swaps again, but the swaps always turn out so nice, but they suck to draw, but they're so fun.........father HELP
#Anyway Nahida's was a REAL struggle but Scara's was very easy thankfully lol#Nahida's turned out soooo nice tho she looks so good in a black dress#Genshin Impact#Nahida#Scaramouche#Wanderer#Palette swap#Color swap#Shima arts#Digital art#Art#ALSO can I say how fucking WEIRD Genshin proportions are#I had to fix them as I was drawing bc it looked so off fnadnkasmd#Like their hands and feet are always SO tiny. And their legs are always way too long#Their models are so disproportionate 😭#a-person-in-the-rain#shima-draws
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farewell to an upwind feather
#genshin#genshin impact#genshinedit#genshinet#scaramouche#wanderer#m:gifs#m:*#m:gifs:scaramouche#wanderer and tiny creature(s) is my favorite genre
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wanderer makes a doll that looks like you and either keeps it tucked away near his ‘heart’, or sits it on his hat alongside his miniature doll lookalike so they can be together.
#(if he sees you coming he proceeds to snatch and hide it at the speed of light)#i'm normal btw his 'tiny doll' character story totally didn't make me cry haha#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche brainrot
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Ink-tober Day 4: Embrace
#a tiny doodle today srry guys ^^"#scarabedo#albedo#genshin impact#doodle#wanderer#the wanderer#kunikuzushi#albedo x scaramouche#scaramouche x albedo#scaramouche
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lesser lord kusanali!
#genshin impact#nahida#lesser lord kusanali#scaramouche#wanderer#aunt nahida so true#she is a tiny lovable bean
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Sumerus best 24/7 babysitting/daycare service on the go - Bestowed by Alice herself
look man if you're gonna be associated with the hexenzirkel even SLIGHTLY you're gonna babysit klee at some point.
#klee#genshin klee#klee genshin impact#wanderer#scaramouche#scaramouche genshin#wanderer genshin#art#artists on tumblr#look man#once you associate yourself with the hexenzirkel you're babysitting klee#you could interact with anyone associated with it once and suddenly shes at your doorstep#wanderer has a terrible soft spot for kids too doesnt help that she's so nice even amidst all her chaos#getting tricked into babysitting was not part of his plan#someone should write a fic ab this#i like to think he sometimes goes to daycares to volunteer/self exposure to actually being comfortable and nice with little creatures#and a kid gave him those smiley face earrings#because they thought hed look pretty w them#he works at a daycare in the far future trust#klee will be his first exposure to the horrors of babysitting instead of the joys though#she drew all over him by the way#hes covered head to toe#shes so happy#klee running around left and right up and down#“YOU CAN FLY? CAN YOU PICK ME UP MISTER PLEASE??” the little kid pleading eyes and lords who is he to say no#of course mini durin is with them#klee and him try to fly together but mini durin is too tiny for him to hold her or her to sit on him so of course#they get into dangerous shenanigans trying#dumbasses#siblings fr
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I need to take better pictures but LOOK!! Wanderer & Nahida charms are in!!! My favorite guys!!!!!
You can get them here if ur interested 🫡
#wanderer#nahida#scaramouche#genshin#genshin art#hat radish#art tag#merch tag#they are so tiny….#lodish
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smol 🤏🏼
#queue#yue yaps#yue plays genshin#hehe i’m finally doing the natlan aq !! (i need the extra 500 primos)#i HAD to take a pic with capitano because look how small scara looks next to him 😭 my tiny boyfriend omg#scaramouche#capitano#genshin impact
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Alright, I drew it quite while ago, when Wanderer had his first banner, and I never really share it anywhere, since I don’t have suitable media for G/t stuff with humans, but now seems like I have it 👀
#g/t#giant/tiny#genshin impact#aether#genshin traveler#scaramouche#wanderer#teasing#artists on tumblr
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day one: the duality of man
#chiscara#childe x scaramouche#scaramouche x childe#childe tartaglia ajax#tartaglia#genshin#genshin impact#childe#ajax#the balladeer#scaramouche#genshin scara#blood tw#its tiny but its there so. whatever#first post hello chiscara community#scarachilde
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HE SMELLS STINKY.
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GUYS LOOK AT SCARAMOUCHE
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this looks so funky but idc im not working on this anymore i hate hands
#genshin g/t#g/t#g/t art#giant!scaramouche#tiny!nahida#g/t related#g/t impact#i give up#bleh#this looks bad boo womp#i have a bloody nose owwie
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