thescribeoflostmemories

[thescribeoflostmemories]

*coughs* Pants in kakegurui au with reader as a (personal) housepet

Let's say the only reason Pantalone is holding back himself is because you were his benefactor when he first arrived to the academy, losing to him on purpose so that he could pick some cash up for himself everytime it's fund collection time. Everyone knows this isn't some special treatment for him since you do it for everyone who's lacking in funds (for the student council's fund collection) but Pantalone on the other hand is like, *lol*(classic template, I'm sure yk what he does alr)

And pants being the sly bastard he is, uses the cash he won from you to gamble with others, slowly *leveling up* till he becomes the student council treasurer now.

Oh how he wishes he can just talk with you like the other students do but he's just so shy *lol more to insecure but it's ur call here* so when he heard the news you lost in a big game because you've been tricked by one of the students you tried to save, it's show time for Pants *lol*

He acts hella fast too, he won't give you the time to recover from your debts so boom, fund collection time, you are screwed big time.

now you are inevitably a housepet and Pants didn't waste time in trying to be your saviour *lol*, oh you should have noticed how he's the one who has been pulling strings behind your back. You are in fact, not a bad gambler so he ensures that no one will play with you. (The rest is your call)

But one scene I'd love to see (if possible) is probably Pantalone taking you in as his personal housepet (maybe reader lost their sanity by pants' sweet words and the fake security he gives reader) , while your status remains a housepet, the collar and leash on you definitely warns people to not toy with you unless they want to *lol* become one.

Classic and simple but hey, maybe you know a way to add spices :3 (tia *rolls*)

Silent Night

Original title: “Lord of the Night”, " Mine, Mine, Mine! “

Kakeguri Au

Yandere! Shy(?), soft (?) Gambler!Pantalone x house pet! Reader

(Songs listened to while writting: Stalker’s tango by autohearts, Something no everything is wrong by Madoka, whims of fate persona5, Elite four pokemon gen 5)

“Assuming both of them are teens, and mentions of alcohol and abuse of substance is present. But either way, Yandere isn’t a first choice for a healthy romance, not that I am judging by the way. Even if this reached 6,600 words, this work somehow feels so cheap in a way.”

- P of Li’mu

" Even if you have stayed true, the path one will take is ever treacherous and more despicable. Everyone has their own shadow to deal. And every Wiseman is a fool. “ - Scribe, The overseer of Li’mu.

—

“Where is she? It has been at least an hour!" Walking over to the young student who was supposed to be the overseer of the appointed match, they had just received the notification from their cell phone.

Your seventeenth attempt to grasp upon the reigns that taunted you so by the coined cruelty of your own carelessness.

“Where, is, she?" Repeating your statement like a revenant hungry for flesh, wanting the answer in your mind to be vanquished.

The word irked you further once you heard the nickname they associate with you. “Bonny, she backed–” the reasoning is more than enough to be furious, clenched fists pushed the ill-fortunate student away.

You then proceed to storm out of the common room, seeing Pantalone chatting with a student who had a yellow armband.

Hearing a hint of their conversation, “tell that jester, the appointment—” Hushing themselves once they noticed you.

" Ah, senpai, how was it?" His veracious ghost of a smile made present upon facing you. Waving a dismissive gesture at the schoolmate away, in which did so.

“ Fie. " Words came out more like a roaring sizzle of a fire, indication of another failed attempt.

“ Let’s get you home Senpai, I have some new clothes for you to try on. “ Without fear, he showed the paper bags that have the high end named brands.

At home, walking out of the curtains of the walk-in closet is you, grumbling. Even though it is your own abode, you are not sure how to feel about it now that the Regrator is a frequenter in your comfort zone.

" Are you comfortable with that? " Pantalone asks, shuffling the deck of cards in his hands seamlessly wedging the cards between the others. Eyes closed as he faced you, you who wears the gaudy pink punk-like aesthetic ensemble. All you need is bubble gum to complete the look of a rebellious teen.

“ I would not say uncomfortable but, " You sighed, putting on the fingerless leather gloves and flexing your hand. “ Still, wearing something like this, is borderline of the school’s dress code. ” You raised your concerns, the choice of style is seemingly at random. He knew you prefer a more lovely coloured hue hence he got the one you might ‘endure’ the most.

It's fishnet like hosiery, black leather boots. Dreamy coloured lower article, matching sleeveless top, loose jacket. You look far from being who you were before this whole mess. Especially that black lacy necklace you wear, adding a tiny cute bell to it. The purpose of it? He says it is the latest trend, not that you care about it.

Pantalone frowned a bit, and put away the deck of cards, " Sorry, but I have to atleast make you wear something like this. You know how they act if they know you aren't being treated like a 'housepet'." True, with all the false information circulating, you were sure Pantalone wouldn’t come out of his room for a while. Much like when news spread when your ownership fell to him.

You then sat down on the plush bed of yours, crossing your legs and arms facing him. Is there anything in this room that is not ‘gifted’ by him? The decor, the bedding, clothing—

Pantalone called out, suddenly, "You look so," The bespeckled young teen smiled shyly. “ Stunning in that." He continued his words, especially with how ‘tall and intimidating’ you were compared to him in those high boots.

“Pantalone, please," Another sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the pile of gifts you received from him. It doesn’t feel like a gift for some odd reason. But all of these were the things you found interesting and loved, like that latest game you wanted, or that stuff toy you were eying, even clothes for you to wear whenever he brings you to meetings or indulgent parties he was invited to. Perhaps he doesn’t want you to miss out on things he has?

Pushing up his eyeglasses that reflected a fragment of yourself on it. "You don't have to worry about that, you can repay me back, once you found an opponent that could spell out freedom." His signature thinly veiled smile that seems relaxed in your presence.

Adding to that he replied with, "You'll find them, because I trust that brain of yours to think up a plan." Him being the treasurer does give him some perks of possibly scraping a few zeroes into his name. But you knew he wouldn’t stoop to such a low blow, especially that he prefers a more ‘sophisticated’ approach.

You were about to ask him of that strange person earlier, though. Quickly silencing that trivial thought. It was not your place to question what a person entails, no matter how strange and unfamiliar they are.

“It is not easy to scout out opponents,” Given how much you were willing to bet. A meagre brooch that passed down to you as an heirloom is considered a mere child’s decoration to them. But to pawn it, and pay the compounded interest is not ideal.

“I would have thought others would think I would be easy prey to battle considering my connection to you. ” Another concerning thing is that he was recently promoted into the newly established circle called; ‘The Court’ as the ‘King of Coins’. With that kind of title, it would have garnered much attention to you as a chance of mooching off of him. But the juxtaposition of your initial plan, it might as well crumble to dust.

Eyes closed, as you tapped your finger against our arm, "Don't worry, you can just depend on me for now.” Pantalone gestures over to the basket woven object next to the bags of designer clothing,

" Come on now, I got some sandwiches and snacks. I even got a reserve space for us at Jovino’s.” It was almost like you could imagine him wagging his tail, if he has one that is. Opening your eyes just to face away from him with an aspirated expression.

“Pantalone, I appreciate that you would at least take this a tad seriously.” Voicing another concern of yours to him, it is not like a housepet to have a say against their owner. That is at least one thing that sets you apart from them, you are merely ill-stricken with fortune.

That seemed to make him frown, "What's so wrong in having a break once in a while, senpai?" He pouted, it is just so frustrating to see the cul-de-sac of your labour. “You do not have to push yourself," the Rex of earthly desires huffed, crossing his arms. Though, seemingly to understand your point.

Your last opponent, Miss Patisilinia, one of the somewhat richer students yet within your reach of having a higher chance for freedom, had stood you up at the last moment. Like the others who you challenged fell and failed to obtain the winds' breath. Choices thawing thinner and inconceivable each time you try. Treasured assets on hand were resorted to liquefying, thus transferring to the Regrator whenever you lost and he won it back for you. Sitting down on the bed, its plush memory foam sank from the weight.

You can't keep this up, especially the dripping pile of hallowed promises being shouldered by him. ‘Are you even productive enough that another person will have to sweep you off your feet?!’

"How long will this string of mishaps continue?" Pulling on your hair and throwing yourself back on the bed, you’re at wits end. This never ending cess pool game ping-pong of unpaid debt and loans are the heaviest burden of any gambler.

The investor of the hundreds if not dozens of assets under his keen watch tried to comfort you, “ Senpai, please–" Face softened, coming closer and leaning down on the bed next to you to place his gloved hand on your shoulder.

How vexing! To think he claimed himself as your Kohai…

Brushing him off, gently. Turning your back on him while still laying on the bed, mumbling in a low voice you said: "I, this is insufferable." Even though he hasn’t done anything to harm nor force you to do stuff for him, it is kind of him, compared to what others could force such repulsive commands they’ll give you. He does bring you along to his trips, meals, and seemingly keen on listening to your financial advice.

"You could find someone, you just haven't met them yet," Pantalone leaned his head on your side. “Wait a little longer okay, they’re just provoking you to lose your temper.” While that is true, you don’t have anything worthwhile anymore by that time comes.

Much like the previous school vice-president; Oscar, once a wealthy man now turned into a tumbling jester upon loss to one of the Court.

Your throat feels like someone is suffocating you.“How much do I owe you?” one-hundred and eighty-five school days since you were in liability. Those insulting names they called you; ‘Bonny this, Bonny that.’ You were not some sycophant to Pantalone.

Pantalone hesitates as he dictates the amount you lost and he gained. “Do you want me to put it in the journal for you?” You were never fond of putting things on paper. Though certainly grateful that he did not place a compounded interest rate on it nor ask anything much more.

Not even facing him and letting him lay on your side still, “No, no need.” Before you were turned into a house pet, he was a considerably casual gambler, in your eyes at least. Always hanging from the sidelines after you had taught him the ways of the school. Despite his accumulated ranks, he had much rather spend his time with you.

Always so aware of this growing affections, politely declining of his yearning grandiose amore so he would find another that would suit him.

“What am I going to do with you?” The bespeckled, inky haired lad sighed, sitting up from the bed knowing he might not be able to convince you to go on a picnic with him. Not in this state at least. “We really need to loosen you up a bit…” Adding that statement.

With a clenched fist that scrunched up the bedding, “I do not need rest, what I need are answers to solutions. I cannot just be idle,” Dismissive of his idea of being so still, being on standby only feasts upon the Damocles that hangs over you.

Muttering as well as honoring you, “Senpai.” Lazy eyes that stared back at him, realising the singed contemplation of his words.

“ My apologies, I was just–” you say, trying to retract your sentence.

His gloves hand gave pause. " It is understandable considering your position, but please, as for who I am now, I am responsible for your well being. So, please, just this once: humour me. " He pleaded, with softened stillness. Even with his plea, you know your answer to him out of contrite.

Lights erratically move, distasteful music thrums through the speakers of the dance room floor. Laughter of haughty, grim socialites made clear. This is not your forte; Abuse of substance, intimate comfort and loose tongue of conflict, it all reign supreme in the Jester’s playground.

Thanks to Pantalone for the early reservations, still wearing a similar attire from last week now lay resting behind the trinket curtains that poorly give privacy, one cascade down on one side. Sitting on the semi-circle couch with a table in the middle, across from you is a briefcase of his.

Then entered the beast that swaggered “ Are you having fun, Senpai? " Smiled Pantalone, holding a bottle of champagne in his hand and pouring himself a glass that uncomfortably sits at the edge of the rim.

Holding in your tongue that you clearly do not want it to spill over. Hesitant hands held the thin stem of the glass before your resenting gaze peered at the sparkling money that flowed into the clear oubliette, a reflection returned even the most boldest gaze.

Only the booming silence between you in this false box of seclusion remained evident, it is concerning to know that the annual after finals party that promises darkness for depraved emotions. Blaring lights of multi-colored dangers and intangible noises that pass in and out to the other ear. The bottle of champagne was then placed at the table in front of you.

“ Senpai, you do not need to be so, uptight." His posture mimics one of yours, before carefully taking your own glass by the rim from you to grab your attention to him.

“ I have no words, but reserved for any actual opponent. “ And stayed silent you did. Stewing with self-made rejection and tears to brood about your own misery.

The ever artful smile on his face is still, strobing light of pristine dread hit his face. He then hums and gives the gold coloured champagne back to you.

“Since the night is still so young, how about we entertain your idea of freedom?" Standing over you as he raised his glass.

There it is, that uneasiness that settles in your gut. Switching from alert thoughts to another.

Staring at the flute wine that he proposed the prospect of your world cage to be open.

“Look around you, Senpai. Everyone is having fun except you. “ his own cup that greedily has his ooze rest almost readily to the top, only taking careless, shy sips of it. Controlled hands that move so freely, making gestures to the people of the dance floor, not caring for the singular drop of extravagant affluence on to the ground from his prize.

“ I will allow you to let loose, just this once." Pushing up the lenses to properly rest on the bridge of his nose.

“Have some fun,” he pulled out from the suitcase of what seemed to be a stack of 1000 yen similar to a smooth brick and tossed it onto the low table in front of you.

“A gift from me, to help you get started." He hesitated for a brief moment, trying to find the right word to not put a blow on what little dignity you have left.

“Why?” What you gave is an incomplete and incorrect phrase, my dear, it should be—.

“Because: as your Kohai, companion, and fellow schoolmate. It is not wrong to find a supporting pillar of strength for a time.” He replied with confidence, swirling the almost overflowing champagne in his hand that it was held so absent-minded-ly that’s been tainted.

But before you could muster up the strength to phrase your concerns, he raised his free hand. “I am well aware that you do not take charity lightly, which is why I propose we play a game; once that you have found yourself in a predicament,” He then raised his transparent glass to you, your face seemed to blend with the ever bubbly liquid.

" I shall step in, now knowing this gambling world has too many variations for one such as yourself.” He spoke as if he already knew the outcome and already decided your fate in a mere glance—.

‘But this could be our only chance.’ Muttered Es, a lone quiet voice of your own mind that rivaled your own Ego Rex. Yet the darkness that slither up to your eyes of a shadow that mirrored you.

‘Take it and be permanent in a state, or never take it and be forever mournful?’ You and I knew what must be done.

Without a word, you hastily took the dough that was presented to you. Its grainy texture of bills felt like it was meant to be savored, every sliver of it.

“ Very good, now, if you excuse me.” He then makes a toast before swiftly and voraciously gulping it in one go of the liquid gold in his hand followed by a server in muted colors collecting the empty container from him.

“ I shall leave you to your hunt; enjoy the night, Senpai.” The ravenous bespeckled young man bid you farewell for now with a shy look on his closed eyed smile before waving and leaving with the briefcase in hand.

Instead of just waiting for some sod to take the initiative, to think you’d be your own worst enemy; the worst kind of parasite, an opportunist.

___________

“Three of a kind!"

How quickly the tables have turned. Earlier you were so desperate for a breath of relief. Underhand tactics are below you, even if it does give leverage. The Ego Rex does not approve of it.

“Flush!"

Gasping, you are running out of time, four hundred quib and it still isn’t enough to ensure your freedom that drown out by the singer from the speaker; ‘Keep your focus’

Cheating hands that tried to play you into their game, it was clear you were not here to entertain the folly they wanted.

“Pay up!" Yelling out against the voices of the masses that cooped in this dreary game edifice, Simply esurient!

‘Win it’

Coughing out the smoke that the people rolled in lavished mold, the scent is ever nauseous enough to choke on it. The giggles from the gaggle of salacious ladies cooed and comforted the loser from his loss.

‘Maybe lose it all.’

Another hour has passed as you look down at the total winnings you have. It was not enough to satiate the looming debt that chained you. Any slip ups are not allowed, once you do– well, let us hope we do not need to think of it much.

‘So we roll the die, see where it may fall’

From there you spotted a game of sic bo. Your mind tells you it is a simple game, but you knew better than to blindly leave it all to chance.

Nearby are the whispers of wealth; ‘—Oh, to have dreams that are of grandeur!’ ‘ One such as thine should we the (?) feast upon the nines.’ ‘A little wait is all you need—’

Just as you were about to leave, taking a single step, a certain person caught your eye.

‘ — spin the wheel, see whom it may call.’

It was Patisilinia..!

“You!" Stomping towards her, pushing aside the other loitering faceless. She was playing a card game with three other students who wore a similar outfit as hers. Your hand placed on her shoulder and forced her to look at you.

You could see her clearly. Ruffled long black hair that covered one side of her face, and that unnerving eye that stared back at you. Even after the school day, she still wears the school uniform so boldly, the only difference is that she has a gold earring hanging on her earlobe.

No words came out from Patisilinia, instead a young man with long red hair stepped forward.

“ If it isn’t Little Bonny, savant of the Elite King of pentacles. Enjoying the night of ” A young flirtatious, slick red haired man winked. The wild right eye seemed to be glittering with lucre trained on you.

You recognized him in an instant, they were the former Elite C. A. R. D.s that was dissolved, Oscar: Ci-devant vice-president, The Duke of Diamonds. But why, out of all the people you could have run into.

“Leave her alone, brother. We have no ill qualms with her." The person on the other seat said, they look similar to Oscar but with shorter and fluffier hair. His eyes are obscured by a metal masque, with only a hint of gold piercing through the eye slit. His apparel mimics those of impeccable discipline and emotion numbing obligation, the Regent of Cups, Justin.

What are the two C. A. R. D.s doing here? Especially playing with Patisilinia, To mock you even more? Or was this a trap laid by—

The Trampled stud raised his hand, “Funny you should say that brother, but we have every right to pick a fight with her. “ Deft finger dragged on the wooden border of the table as he walked over to you. Aggressively swipe off the dust using his finger off the table before pinching it off his skin. Not breaking eye contact with you for even a moment.

“How about a game, Miss Secretary?” He replied with a shy sly smile aimed toward you, " a little tit for tat, if you know what I mean.” The same finger he used to drag on the table is now slowly caressing your cheek on the backside.

Now is not the time for theatrics, pushing the red head away from you and giving him a stern look.

“You are overstepping the boundaries, warlock." Crossing my arms over my chest, the hint of chime from my choker sounded.

“No need to be so abrasive, dear. You’re just in time for a little, reunion.” It was clear that he was not appreciative of you appearing but, that inane grin he has indicated his intentions.

The dealer then walked in with a brand new deck of cards, it was way more than the standard bicycle was used. No, this was way taller and foreboding.

“ Let’s play a game, just like old times, Sweet-ums.” Taunted the one who used to be your closest companion. Grabbing the deck of new cards that seem to be a perfect fit in his hand.

With a huff, brushing past him. “ I don’t have time for this, Oscar.” You then grabbed Patisilinia’s wrist to drag her, but was stopped when Oscar grabbed the girl’s other hand.

" Up-up-up! She stays, the contract states; she has to complete her obligations.” He wagged his free finger with such smugness.

“Bullshit" replied you, who knew you couldn’t do anything for her now. Just as helpless as you were to the whims of stringed strangers.

“ Read the terms and conditions, funny Bonny! " Oscar laughed. " Now, let go, former equerry. The boss has more than one query." A single tug on your fellow teen made you let go, you could see her staring back so longingly as he dragged her back to the gambling table.

‘Another one lured into the sweet promises of untold glimmer of joy, little servant.

They never change, neither did you.

“Release her, now, Duke." His steps were stopped once you made your move, humming in mild curiosity.

“Come back to your senses, did ya?"

Justin took a step forward, a small frown made present, " Savant, you do not have to humor my brother’s antics, it is all just a mere jest to him. Turn away and continue your hunt.” Yet despite that, perhaps that is why you decided to step up against them.

“Save it, Jush. Perhaps we could make a deal with the one who raised their sword.” The smile upon Oscar’s visage rises this familiar trepidation. Once fearful now the every fiber in you, yearns to gnaw at him using primal discomfort.

Just as you were about to pounce at the short red haired ‘Duke’. “ What is it that you desire, little Scintillating friend? '' Oscar suddenly asked, as if the world went dim, spotlights aimed, leading all eyes upon the sou of a soul!

Dry lips parted to speak,“ My freedom. ” You wanted to graduate from this hell hole, though you didn’t expect his next words.

“ You’ll have it then. “ He said nonchalantly, of course, you aren’t stupid. It reeks with foul intentions.

" What’s your plan, Oscar? " Your eyes then darted around from him to various spots around the room, even upon the dealer and on the poor student.

“ Can’t an old friend help another? “ Scoffing at his words, knowing he wouldn’t do it for no real reason, and friends are no exemption.

He then suddenly added, " Well, if you are that negative about me, how about this? ” Oscar then walked back toward the table and made a hand gesture. " Round one is on me, and round two: I’ll unshackle little itty bitty missy if you win. ” Pointing at the student who wears a bucket hat, she had not spoken since you entered the room.

The sickly looking girl in school attire, you always knew everyone in the school. And yet that student with the yellow arm band eludes your watchful eye.

Even though you have no obligation, and you were about to gamble with her earlier. Still you stood up for her, somehow. Perhaps, it was by fate that you wanted her to be bound to you, as you were to Pantalone? What maddening sadism came over to you?

Oscar gave the deck to the dealer with gentle ease." You do know how to play our favorite, right? " The red haired and vocal socialite asked, and you responded with a nod.

" Excellent! Let the stage, begin. ” Both players then drew a card from the darken dealer. Tired eyes beheld, three people holding their cups up in the air in celebration. I threw the card down on the table so they could see it as well.

From his side the Devil card of the major arcana was thrown, facing upside down. The chains that connected from its fist to the two sinful beings.

“ Lowest, go first. '' Oscar chuckled as the dealer collected the two cards quietly to begin the shuffle. Giving five cards to both of us.

The Lovers; A trump card! Queen of Swords, that could be of use as well later on a bid. Three of coins, ace of coins, and ten of coins. All three are useful to sacrifice until a good card comes up.

It was silent in the game room, the muffled sounds of the songstress could be heard ,

‘Give into temptation.’ As if!

The silent dealer spread a set of cards, revealing one of them.

“Call” You announced before pushing some chips and organized. Face turned unrelenting, tuning out most of the sounds and focused on the game and Oscar. But not before you have felt the eyes of a coyote staring down, watching your every move.

Fingers tapped against the table, as his own brother took his side beside Oscar just as always. “ How long will you last against me, or better yet, why didn’t you ask us for help? ” The ‘Duke’ asked.

The cards felt like they were moving too fast, the ticking of the clock sounded so loud even with all the chatter and debauched music playing. Skin touching the grooves of the linen card, as a set after the other were exchanged.

“ Was pride too much for you? ” he childishly tilted his head but then broke into a sly smile. “ Or was it— ” But you stopped him, if you weren't in a situation like this; a good wring of his neck would surely che—.

“ If you want to continue to gamble against me, I advise: you should keep that mouth of yours shut, Oscar. ” Silencing him, as you gave a side eye. Gripping the cards ever close to you.

“Pft, of course, of course,” He waved your words off.

It was a decent, fair, dead-honest trade. By the time you made your bid on the card the ‘first’ round had ended.

“Round two~” Oscar sighed, taking a sip of the sweating beverage next to him.

As the dealer gathered the cards once more, the short haired colleague spoke “ You were always the brave one. "

“ Perhaps that’s why so many leave mountains of love letters or do anything to be close to you.” He continues his words as he glances up at the card dealer who had their own austere expression, staring at the shuffling cards.

“Stop beating around the bush, you flaming-boy-band-cabaret.” You knew what he was going to do. All he speaks of is mere trickery.

“ You’re the center of everyone’s attention, why leave? “ You could see the green tint of his eyes scanning you up and down. Not a word was spoken as the line of fibery cards hit each other loudly.

Another five sets of cards unto the table in front of us.

‘You will win this…’

Empowering yourself with such flimsy words. As you recall your past victories, this gambling peer seems to be indulging your serious face.

Another somewhat alright hand that showed themselves, Justice, by the dealer. “ This feeling, I almost forgot these emotions… " Chuckled Oscar, twisted ecstasy displayed upon his face.

" Was it your heart, or is it just mine? “ What is he blubbering about? Is he trying to stall again?

Glancing back at your hand, reveals: Eight, nine, ten of swords, while the last two revealed to be seven of cups and king of swords…

No trump cards to play, seems like the king of swords is your only hope, if you played your cards right and bluff Oscar into folding, you could have a chance. ‘You could do this.’

‘Success so clearly in view, but is it merely a trick of the light?’

“Miss.”

Someone with a soft voice spoke. Looking beside you is Patisilinia, her hand is placed upon your shoulder. “ You do not have to do this, it’s alright. There is no need to prove anything to anyone. “ ‘The end waits, for the slightest lapse of concentration, afterall.’

Instead of being grateful for her words, the walls seem to whisper conspiracy in your ears. ‘ prove what? Is she one of them? She was suspiciously quiet earlier, she must be. ’ Keyed eyes glance up and down on her appearance, she is equally fretful and wrung out like a drenched shirt.

“ Do not talk like that as if you knew me for a long time, Patisilinia.” Such coldness of your response made the one eyed girl back off.

“Sorry, you just look really stressed and… “ Leaning closer to whisper; " That card guy, can you tell me about him? “

Looking at the plain looking man that wears a golden bow tie, eyes shadowed by their ruffled black hair. Even the smile is so lovingly, yet so evidently sinister.

Thoughts of what this could mean have entered. ‘Who is he?’, ‘do those two have a connection with him?’, ‘is this a ploy?’

This stirring agitation raises more alarms. Gripping onto the luxurious playing card granted more signs of edged awareness.

" Why don’t we switch it up a little? “ With a sly lazy grin, he tossed a cheque on the gambling table, a cashout that weighs more than your debt.

" All, or nothing. “ He added.

You had no money to pay back should you lose. “Bastard, spill it, this is your attempt to save face, isn’t it?! “ Pointing an accusation at him, to which he calmly and teasingly replied; “I have no idea what you’re talking about darling."

‘Self-Preservation is paramount at all costs!’

Refusing to show even a hint of woe, you have failed to realize that there are more than the people in the room who are staring at you.

“ I won’t let the battle end your way, coward! “ You have no idea what is up his sleeves, though for sure it isn’t pleasant.

Hasty gaze placed upon the cards you’ve held. There is no point in integrity if the opponent has no respect!

‘in this decrepit tomb of refined fashion.’

With grit teeth, and rekindled blade. Despite of Ego Rex had said, securing the win is more important than being sorry and ended up with even more trouble.

‘Come on, let's just enjoy the spice// (Of) Life and feel so free//’

Vision slightly blurry for a moment as you heard the songstress’ words. Fueling you to push onward to a better possibility. Though, it is most probably why they prefer this kind of masquerade.

“ This Someone has not rusted yet. " The Dealer mused, as he began to shuffle the cards with ease.

With using every trick you have accumulated over your days as a normal student. It was going relatively well, until you noticed your points are slowly building up compared to Oscar.

“Hoho, surely this will be our very best bet.” Chuckled Oscar, though him speaking like that makes you feel on edge.

—

In a fit of illusioned madness, everything seems to blend and melt once Oscar prompts his arm on the table, revealing his conniving smile.

You should have known that being so wily and clever, deceiving and swindling never ever makes a person so clever. Was this, who you truly are? The scummiest of all gamblers.

“Save your dignity, little Bonny." Hearing the chair being scraped against the floor caused you to stand up and look at the hulking figure of the Captain that followed the wealthy student Regrator.

You tried to follow suit in an attempt at pulling the ‘bodyguard’ of Pantalone. “Capitano— wait!” you cried out, disregarding tugging on to his arm and silky clothes, " Don’t tell Pantalone! Please!" Tears escaping your eyes as it all happened so fast that you couldn’t process what just happened.

“My apologies, but he is already here." Eyes widen as you see Pantalone, opening his briefcase from the entrance of the room. In one swing, an unfathomable amount of paper bills began to shower everyone in raining crisp geld.

" I’m disappointed, Senpai. I told you if you were in a bind, I wouldn’t mind that I have to help you out. “ No, that’s not the look of a stymied person.

" Let us fully relax, and relish all of these! " His voice seems so primal yet refined, as if his inner demons were being satiated by the act he had committed. Followed up with a wave of his other hand to catch a wad of bills to fan himself.

“Capitano, please help me!" Backing away from the affluent stud and begging at the bodyguard to help.

He stayed silent, making the alarm in your mind blaring. Facing the three you were just with.

“Oscar! Justin! Pastilinia, Please! “ The more you tried to scream out the three would answer you the same. Attempts to move closer failed.

" What isn’t real, could never fade. I truly enjoyed your performances, Regrator, Captain, and of course you as well dear little Servant." The dealer smiled and waved so cheekily.

" Pastilinia! “ Screeching out, anxiety from the realistic danger turned aggressive. Dilated eyes focused on the one eyed girl before you heard a soft click.

" Huh… ? " Moving your gead slightly to see the ever twinkling face of the Regrator just over your shoulder. Not realizing he had let go of the fan money and briefcase to attach a leather leash that’s wrapped around his other fist.

“Dearest Senpai. You haven’t forgotten our promise do you?" Breaking away from his space.

" I can still win! I just need a little bit more time. “ he tugged on the leather to pull you back, making you gag and move closer to him. “Right, Pastilinia!?"

When you realized that your bargains no longer reach his ears, “ How could you?! “ Your aggressive tendencies became apparent as hands reaching out for the sickly girl and the rest that basically sold you out to lash out on.

“ I’m sorry but the Jester promises us happiness as well.” Pastilinia replied softly.

Justine scoffed, " a fistful of happiness more like."

“ SCREW YOU! " You roared as you tried to go over to the three but somehow Pantalone managed to get a good grip on the string to drag you away

“Now, now, we don’t threaten a stranger with a good time, Senpai." No matter how many times you hear him say that, it is always so unnerving.

On your knees and clawing at the carpeted floor, you would have held tightly onto if it weren’t for the money he spilled earlier to make it even more difficult. “ Please, have mercy Sire, Pantalone, Regrator.” Never in your life would you think of being seen this pathetic, infront of your old friends at least.

As a last ditch to hold on to, " MASTER!!!" You screamed that held so much vile emotions into the night. In hopes of making out of this treacherous cage alive.

He once dreamed in the dark for the most part, and now, it is your turn little pet.

Bonus cutscene:

Pantalone truly did wanted to be the one to save the day, yet you did not have a say in what he trade away. He waited for this moment ever since his first day in this academy.

“That’s not how you do that." He chuckled as he moved over to you so he could aid you in putting the clothes on, well more like a jewelry thats running across your body like a sash it doesn’t even conceal anything. It felt cold to the touch, making you shiver.

Pantalone steps back to admire the model that wore nothing but gold jewelry on the bed.

Of course, you felt shame that you tried to cover your chest and hid your lower parts using the blanket. No matter what you did, all it does is add more tease for him to unwrap.

After a glance at the name wheel, he smiled before picking up wrapped candy and putting it in his mouth.

This bewilders you until he pressed his lips against yours, passing the hard peice of candy to you. It tasted chokingly sweet yet sour at the same time.

Tongues twirled and swirled around the hard candy, making loud wet squelches.

He moaned as he lean closer to enjoy it further until you were almost going to fall backwards on the bed if you haven’t clung to his clothes.

With one last push, he successfully laid you on the bed, making the gold on your body made satisfying clinks.

“Be a good girl, for master~" he tugged on the leash, rolling up into his fist.

Confused on what he wanted you to do, you only gave a whine. Though afraid if you pissed him off again.

" Down here, Sweet.”

He purred as he pull down his trousers revealing his shaft.

" It’s alright, take it slow.. be careful.” He guided you closer that his free hand is gripping your hair.

“Be… mindful.” He thrusted into your mouth, letting out soft grunts and moans.

The jingle of the gold pieces on your body sound whenever you and him made skin-on-skin contact.

“Af… after this… you.. you got .. puzzle… solve.. “ Bated breath, Pantalone reminded you of the tast he given you. Though it was an excuse to get behind you and do unspeakable things.

Hints of tears began to appear on your eyes as you felt his tip poking down your throat. You wanted to speak, but all you could do is suck on this one-eyed snake.

The night is only half eaten afterall.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Chasing indulgence

Scribe x Reader!Reader

“Even dreams aren't forgiving.” - P

In this land of dirt and fog, there lies a looming tower that stretches over at the dim stars above. 

One that rolls in no gold, nor glory, but of cheap sin. Treasure troves of once beloved, now lack therein.

“Get out of my way!” And here you are, in disillusioned madness. Faceless nobodies that wear identical clothing, turn and face you. Hours must have passed since you’ve set foot in this place, perhaps days even.

A stranger in dim yellow robes voiced out from the wooden stairs that descend from the spiral haven, one’s gaze that would spell admonition, “Dear guests, do not be alarmed.” His voice seems to give solace, even if the whole place has been baptized in depraved avarice.

"Ollie, Jade, please see our honorable guest is settled at the fireplace. I shall deal with them tactfully.” 

Two men emerged: one of which is a gallant looking knight; and the other who wore a cassock like the Strange Stranger in yellow. You could even see their glowing yellow eye that mirrored each other.

“Let go of me!” Hissing at the one who got your wrist. Fighting for dominance, almost sending both of you in a tumble. You could tell the short hair one does not wish to bruise you.

“Oh my, what a dirk!” The one with long hair insulted the shorter tassels. 

“Surely this one must be taught like the cirque.” He tugged at your arm, restraining you with a huff. It causes you to wince at the raw strength despite his lean structure.

“Ha! One that lurks within, could only be a berserk.” Laughed, the one who instigated the fight argued. 

“And unlike you, they don’t shirk.” Now the one who held you in place retorted at the other. Their rivalry is evident, despite working for such omnipresent.

Everything felt like it was spinning around, the ghastly light glows eerily as the flames it cradled sways. 

When you came to, here you were sitting upon the cushions that face the forever, kindling embers of the fireplace.

"Tea? Or maybe you like those things that make your tongue go numb?" Facing the chair just adjacent to you is the figure in yellow.

He had his legs crossed, "well?" Even with the pallid mask that he donned, the cheeky voice of his would make anyone's blood boil.

“Just water." You replied with a hoarse voice.

He chuckled, “Here." Pouring from an opaque pitcher, water flowed like wine. The dull tone of fluids against each other in the cup made a chilling crisp. 

“So, what is your problem with our archive ruin?” Even with the mask, the smile can be felt through it, mocking you with genuine interest.

Hands quivered as they held the thinly made glass of water, “I want to go home." He huffed at the notion of leaving.

" Why, dear Bubbles. What has gotten into you. You looked ecstatic earlier during your stay.” Tea cup clicked when he placed it back onto the saucer. Now that you think of it, he hasn’t even taken off his mask to drink.

“Perhaps a dance, or a rather intimate time?" He teased, then again, he did always have this sort of thing. 

“I just want to leave.” Pleading, as if he were the judge that sees who passes through the doors scott free.

Strange is the stranger who huffed, captious gaze lay evident through the stilted, pallid masque, “Fine, fine, here.” 

Within a snap of the lanky hand, time had passed, and here was the promised door. Just within reach. 

“Open it." His voice demanded with the secrets that incites such indulgence that the covers so sweetly shys.

Upon opening it, the mirth it provides has fulfilled its promises. In a world where fantastical beings rests, now everything, a blur.

War, where the sun’s dim color set, the savage souls marched with unrest. Sound of thy soul have been wed, to the hand chained mislead. 

Tyrannical growls were heard from you, "I shall see you in the eternal flames.” A silent voice cried a name to blame, only ending with shame.

Lush greens now dyed in grim purple, dripping of dis-myrtle. Hearing only a ghastly chortle.

“See, bubbles, you’re just stressed.” Says the tall man in yellow shawl, who then starts to rub your shoulder, unfazed by your blood stained armor. 

Laughed, "Now, do you feel better?" He smiled which is no daft, now his face partially revealed under his alabaster mask. 

‘Where am I?’

In this setting stage, the spot light which shine down. Shawled ill-rumored dressed to the nine, You know him, you should get away from him.

"You just need to get your head in the game, bubbles. It is all just a storybook." Open your eyes and look like a mook, through the shard of the metallic blade of Sir Brook. The blood rushing underneath your skin, made your heart ache. 

To wake up is to undo, yet you look at him, like a red rose, seeking the sun no matter where it goes.

“Where are you going, bubbles?”

“To… To …” Rapid eye movement was made, heart beating faster as he took long strides. Voice falters while your own mind fade, mold portrayed betide.

"An audience? Don't mind if I do, a feast for this occasion." He chafed with a huffed fit, taking an arm hand. Though it feels like the harrow’s pit, for what does this Fool demand of you to uphand?

“Don’t mind if I do… “ 

“Scribe, You can’t just infect our guests like that.”

" Well, well, if it isn’t the little miss Puppeteer.” 

[thescribeoflostmemories]

I'm in love with the shape of you 

@mellowwillowy

I'm sorry this took too long cuz I tried to edit the ask I saved but it wouldn't let me edit it, so I had to scrap the letter you gave me. i'm sorry but have this. - P's sorry note

“ ‘I do’ is not an obligation, it is a voluntary vow.” - G, one who wallows. 

Decryptic tomb that lies sleeping, in this looming cathedral out of poetic reading. Atop the scale of balance, is the overflowing dew in its chalice. 

“Ah, lady in white.” Said a playful man.

Another similar sounding person huffed, " You gave us quite the fright. “

" Here, hold our hand.” One grabbed your gloved hand. 

Then another on your free hand, not even waiting for your consent." For us to lead you to your joyous grand.”

Why can’t you see them?

“Ha! She could probably guess. “

" Let us bring her to her memorial beastial-digress."

The scent of foul metals clash and slash of zeal. Yet it swirls of cardinal steel, where have they taken you? 

“Oop, careful." One of them said, holding you by the hands to make sure you didn’t trip. 

Bells toll as it rang upon your first step on the stairs that they led you so, moans of unhappiness were present as you passed, even the band that played. What is the thing that they made you clasped so? Is this not an invitation to a birthday party? Wind that haunts your thoughts so sweetly- below.

‘Run’

Your mind began to race once you felt their arms letting go of you at a certain point, a particular gaze din’t feel stint next to you or in front at you rather.  

“Upon this chalice sublime.” The sudden munter of the hierophant called next to you, followed by the found of fluid being poured. It's dull sound so eloquently as it fills a cup then the next.

“Where shall these two beings become one; with this drink, in sickness or in health, poor or wealthy, where none—” What is even happening? You may ask yourself, though even your thoughts have turned against einself.

“---may you take ########### of ################ as your *awful* husband?" Someone asked, their blurred words weave ceaselessly in and out of your ear.

“I do." Those words flow effortlessly without a thought behind them. 

“We shall celebrate this union!" The spiritual person called out as the cold cup was pressed to your rozen lips. Its bitter steel like water tasted dense and thicker than you last had your fill of such.

Hands clenching frighteningly on the thing that they handed to you. Sound of its crunched leaves gave away that it is probably a flower… But why?

why…  why 

Why why WhY wHy WHyWHY?!

Who is this person that stalked me so, one that taunted and trample upon its growth!?

“Shall we make it to our lovely unified stars, Bubbles?" That voice, you heard it somewhere. 

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Vitris Cygnus

"To witness secrets hidden in time, one must endure the harshest punishment." - Stefan

Into this ill rumor shadowed ballroom is a young sister clothed in their pale tear colored garb, unlike their opposed mirror who covered themselves in extreme from head to toe. 

"What did you do to that child, Stefan?" To cross swords with him, is to battle an army worth. Especially that of 'Vassal Piety the Pure' who stood at the side.

‘Sister’ Pangita is second in command next to High Priestess ‘sister’ Farah.

Within this hallowed ballroom of crystalized faith, there stood the man behind the looming blight of The Faithful. Stefan of the Holy Hail.

"What I needed to do, Sister dearest. It was by their own accord." He replied with such a serene look, as if he had explained it a number of times. 

Charging in the once unoccupied chamber of the palace that now became the stronghold of his. It was a mistake to come here alone but the one eyed-sister had to confirm in the place of Farah.

The sister felt his gaze upon the servant of Love who is mixed with fevered delusions, but of what, Anger, Pleasure, Madness? 

The only eye of the sister laid watching of the figure hiding at the sidelines, they are coated in white as the first rays of sun that touched the frozen soil. Hollowed eyes do not wander away from her, nor did they make an attempt at going near.

All she sees is a being that cannot; lie, sigh, nor cry. Can’t sing, laugh, or even feel. Dare not sleep to dream and hope. No voice to scream their pain.

"Monster… " Anger blazes from her black colored eye as the hair raising voice of a man replies.

"A Monster, I maybe, Sister, but they wanted a chance of being redeemed for their past crimes. And who am I to deny their plea for forgiveness?" 

Ridiculous, him, embodying the Goddess' will, for whom does his heart beat for?

"Is that so? " Defying him would cause discord amongst the community. Compared to him, he had raised the fundings, established various orders and gained the favors of all.

The original Faithful is out matched in numbers to dispel their spiel. 

Messiah, Stefan the Cherisher of Love. It's disgusting!

"Sister dearest, would you care for a dance?" To most, it would be an honor to have. And yet, the gnawing panic arises.

The tangle is forced upon her, with every twirl and passionate disconnect, joining of hands along with decisive steps clasped a dawning horror deemed realized.

Plastered upon his face is a smirk of preordained laurels that signaled his intentions.

"Is there something wrong, sister?"

And just like that, everything clicked. The Faithful had no chance against the waged falling hail. 

“I swear, The Archon and Celestia will eternally damned you!” Cursed Pangita, she would have to erase all evidence of his mark upon the world. 

Stefan sighed before holding her closer, “We shall see in time dear Sister, but for now. Let us celebrate life's grandeur.”

To struggle is futile, the gears churn out what was written for history to remember. Yet only scarred ones is secured by the gleaming future of the children.

There is no victor in the war, destruction and insanity snuffed out the light of their bodies. 

But it is clear as the tears and pain spilled from and by the Cherisher, his adoration for the Loving Goddess is no laughing matter against the sands that slip through the fingers. Remains of him even after death hold true.

He had died at the hands of  the unfaithful, yet that uneasiness never recessed from their minds as it implanted the ever warm smile of his onto them. 

“My Goddess, let us hold our wedding- atop of their funeral." -Stefan

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Type: My vows to you/ Yandere

Pairing: Pantalone x Fallen Deity! Reader

Ahhh am I doing this correctly?? I’m a big fan of “I’m Just Doing You a Favor” so can I pls request them for this event?? Thanks for giving us smth to look forward to in the future :>

The Fancy Fiance and The Bejeweled Bride

(Yan! Pantalone x Fallen-Deity! Reader)

"Remembering; is forgetting” - Scribe

Redid some mistakes. ~ P

Disclaimer: Yandere stuff, crazy cryptic bs going on around here. No beta, we die like that guy in the story.

" Please, help me find her!" 

The strange stranger couldn't help but laugh at the notion, and merely glance at the soup of tears in his hand. Seeing the hardened reflection of your perflex-ion, “You are certainly [lucky] that the lady of compassion has blessed me to tell you, dear hale and hearty friend.”

The strange stranger revealed a beguiled smile, knowing the person will arrive upon their destination at the last light of day, a road that winds in an almost serpentine like suggestion. And the journey brings them to such tenuous and disarray terrain of the ophidian's keep.

♡¥~~~~~~~¥♡

Face nearly pressed up and against the glass pane. Showing the snow gently cascades down on the ground and dim lights from the distance is the city where the event would be held.

You couldn’t wait for it, ever since your first day of devotion, today is the day of vows.

“Doll, what's wrong?” You hear Pantalone called out to you from the door, you didn’t hear him enter.

“Dearest, It is nothing to worry about, though the thought of going to the festival of vows tomorrow..” Frail hands cupped your own cheeks, feeling the warmth emitting from it while your face hid behind the veil, sighing lovingly.

Practically you could hear his merriment when you mention your excitement for tomorrow.

You felt incredibly lucky that a person like Sir Pantalone, or at least that is what he liked to be called, would take you in and share a cup between you two.

Despite him telling that your face looked fine, but the hideousness of your own preface is what made you wear the thin curtain. You never forget the day you woke up upon these lavish beddings and claimed to be yours. 

“It is a good thing I came in prepared for you, come here.” Before you stand are dresses, each more lavish than the last.

One; it was a simple white ball gown like wedding dress, each embedded pearls from white gold to the darkest black jewelry. Gaudy yet somehow simple in his eyes.

Next would be a rather cute color of cold blue admiration, one with simplified accessories and the like. Wonderful ribbons that criss cross across your skin.

The last is a rather foreign red silky robe, with simple gold prints and an odd headdress. It felt so familiar, like seeing an old friend.

“When did you have the time for this?” You smiled going closer and touched the third dress, eyes twinkling in joy. Hands playing with the intricate hidden laces of the outfit.

“No need to worry about it, doll. By the morrow, I swear it will be a happy day for us." 

You couldn’t help but smile and hug him tight, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Feeling his gloved hands petting your head, “It is no problem, my lovely. All that matters is that you’re here and I’m here, right my sweet?” The roll of his 's' would make anyone weak in the knees.

Everything feels like a distant past somehow, yet there’s nothing better than what is in front of you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon the day of Vows, you wore the red exotic robes and donned the veil that sweetly hid your well kept secret.

"Pantalone, look, snow!" Small gestures made seemingly fragile steps into the cold, that made the Regrator held onto you tightly so as to not slip and slide.

“Be careful, my dearest. I do not want you to get hurt.” Concern is clearly conveyed on his visage and voice. Despite him not being as muscular as the rumored Captain of the Fatui, you feel oddly safe especially with the umbrella he possesses and carries everywhere he goes.

“I know, you do not have to worry about me.” Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to hold you closer.

“I’m just scared that you’ll leave,” That made you smile and cupped his face.

“I will not just up and disappear, silly.” Embracing him as well. Seeing the warmth smile upon his face never felt so endearing until now.

“Shall we?” His gloved hands gestured to the event where it is being held, you could hear laughter and cheers from there.

“We shall.” Hand in hand, the pair of love-locked couples made their way to the busy area.

Women, men and occasionally children dressed in their finest and spent time with their beloved ones. You had to sit out one of the main events due to you not being able to fight for the bouquet of flowers, so you had to settle for a slow dance with your beloved Pantalone at the dance floor.

“Thank you for inviting me, it really means a lot to me, Pantalone.” A dreamy sigh escaped your rozen lips.

One-two-three, one-two-three, The dance isn’t well suited for one that wears garbs like yours. Often or not, you’d trip on your own clothing and Pantalone had to catch you. Embarrassing as it may be, though the time spent together. The smile that could go on for miles, stretching outward into the ocean.

During the ruckus caused by the bouquet hunting spree, you and Pantalone got separated. Participants armed with various weapons. Giant spoons, arrows of love, knives that are the size of an adult.

Amongst the throes of people, your feet had guided you to a frozen lake with snow covered trees that arched over the pool.

Alone were you with tender courage, “Charity is such a pretty word, oh, but where oh, [where] did it go?" A robust voice could be heard. 

A strange stranger in tattered frightening mora colored garbs, a rather keen entity of sorts appeared by the corner of the eye briefly. It was only a jest of the light, you explain to yourself.

Loud shrieks escaped your small lips, turning around to face a blurry visage of non, who had their hand on your shoulder.

“Miss? Are you alright? You were staring for a while at nothing.” Accent low similar to yours, soft spoken yet refined. They dressed in fine physician-like robes, calm watered jade color.

“Yes, quite so, just merely strayed a little from the event,” You took a step back to give some space. This man, he speaks in bells. None could ever ring such things other than your fiance.

With a light spangle of the red veil cast still-ly shade, "I, I am sorry but can you help me find my fiance? I am not that well acquainted with the curvatures of the road ahead.” Gentle voice of yours made his lips curved up a bit.

“Of course,” Even with the blurriness of his image. You could faintly make out him nodding at the notion of helping. “I just so happen to be in search of my sister, she is deathly ill,” voice rang with rye worry you couldn’t help but try to aid him in his quest.

“I am sure my fiance could help you after all you are assisting me back to him.” The bellow of the wind was cast.

"Thank you, kind spirit." He seemed to smile. 

"What is her name?" Curious who was the lucky girl who had such a loving brother.

"[*]" Was the name he told, another set of bell-like that tolled and odd enough it made one see a weasel in the horizon.

“[I] see– Ah! Pantalone!” You felt a smile on your lips the moment you heard a familiar voice behind the stranger.

“Doll.” The raven hair man chuckled as he embraced you tightly. His own smile did not fade yet it seemed affixed to his own visage. “Did (he harm you)?” Asking softly in your ear.

Shaking your head no, to assure him you were fine. And quietly explain to him you were lost and he kept you company. Adding to the mix is your request to find his sister.

“Hmm, Oh, how could I (deny) you, doll.” Kissing the top of your head before he turned his attention to the searching brother with an unknown facial expression.

Holding you still so closely, “You do not have to worry, I once lost someone as well, I will do my best to help.” Yet, why does it displease you so?

The brother’s voice said in glee, “Thank you, thank you, kind sir!”

“I will be with you in a moment, so please stay at home for a while.” Pantalone says as he ushered you to the care of his employees. The gentleness of his tone can be heard as he commanded the others to escort you to your shared abode for now.

Looking back at the two figures left alone in the winter snow.

"[Don't look away…]" You could have sworn a feminine voice whispered into your ear.

~~~~~~~~~~

Three hours have passed since the guards took you to your room. All alone with your thoughts that seemingly eat away at your mind.

Every time you try to remember, the distance widens with each time a headache is a force to be reckoned with.

Your own eyes darted around your chambers, a room painted in luxury filled with exotic items. A sigh only escaped from your lips as you sat on your bed to try and recollect. Even with these items, it doesn't seem enough…

It all just feels fuzzy. Some of the items in your room are already here when you have awoken. He claimed that it was his relative's and he'll be glad to give it to you.

A knock on the door can be heard. "Pardon my intrusion, My Lady." It was Pael your appointed handmaid. Still even until now, you were uneased whenever she tried to help you in dressing up.

"My Lady, I know Lord Pantalone has not come back yet. But, do you want some soup? It is rather cold even in the supposed summer month." in her hand is a tray with a bowl of soup.

The scent of jade knowledge wafts through the room, the herbs and spices reminded you of a star.

"On the table, please. I will eat it soon." Replying to her, though curiosity beckoned on to you from its peak.

"Understood, my lady." The single eyed maid placed the tray upon the intricately carved mahogany wood.

The one eyed maid chuckled, "Fancied [you]rself [look]ing [back]?" She smiled 

"Pael, When or how did Pantalone find me?" You say, sitting down on the chair next to the warm bowl of soul.

"You could say that, Pael." There is something that even you cannot explain. But the terrible dread of something amiss is about.

"Well, it was really snowy at the time, you were white as a ghost. If you weren't [taken] in by the young master, the harsh winter would have let you a sweet and peaceful [faux] warmth." Stitched is her smile that was presented to you, her lips stretch a bit wider after a while of awkward staring between you and her.

"My Lady, it's rather cruel to think of what good you used to have. I better suggest to [look forward into] the future instead of [dream]ing of something that barely grows with [time]." Gentle push of her gloved hand to nudge the intimate style bowl holding a hydro colored jade soup.

"A childish, imaginative mind will [turn] into a noble ambition. Young admiration can turn into the most passionate of bonds." With that, Pael offered a silver spoon [for] you to consume the reflective, -though opaque, pool of jaded clarity.

"Perhaps, you are right. Though, I cannot [help] but wonder." Something about her words seem to wound you, yet none to spill.

"Wonder all you like my lady, but, no," Pael stops herself then lets out a soft chortle. "Nothing, it was just (me) humoring myself." she bowed before leaving.

Peering down at the bowl, another sigh left your lips. The scent and the warmth enticing you to take even a little sip.

Pushing all shadows away, your dainty hands scoop a portion of it to your lips. A moment to cool it down before taking a faint lick.

The silence halted as you started to cough violently, trying to force it out of your system along with dropping the spoon down to grip on the table.

Soreness of your throat is evident, the gentle voice turned hoarse and crass. Mind-numbing delight has stained your tongue, as the sound of blood pumps unevenly in your ears. Accompanied with blank staring at your fingers that grasp at the wood, feeling every grain on it.

"…!… Doll. Are you okay?" It was Pantalone, holding you in his arms. You don't remember falling, nor holding on to his gloved hand.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everything felt heavy, nauseating to the point of puking into a corner. Your heartbeat pumps slowly making you almost aware of its sounds.

"J[us]t… woo…" You could see his mouth moving, though you couldn't hear a word he said.

Soon the other maids came rushing in with a large arm bag.

"Pan- Pan?" It felt like crystals forming in your throat causing you to tear up yet nothing fell. Hand grip tightly onto his for a moment before letting go.

~

That was the last you had recalled when you woke up. The room is covered in red and blue luxuries. Sweat drips down your forehead, "P-pael?" Your grainy voice tried to call out to the one eyed maid.

"Doll." Another voice called out next to you, causing you to yelp from surprise. "Doll, calm down." It was Pantalone, holding both of your wrists that attempted to hit him.

Appalled by your own actions you looked away from him and laxed your movements, "Dearest! Forgive me! I got scared and that drink, what was that? Where is Pael?" So many questions tumbled through, yet only the batman could only manage to.

For a moment, his face has a foreign expression. It didn't seem like he wanted to hear that. "There's no need to worry about her, she tried to poison you." He hissed, gripping on your wrists tighter then pulled you into a protective hug. "She's all taken care of." 

Shaky frail hands grasp firmly on his back as he dips his head between your neck. "Pantalone… I'm fine…" 

He didn't seem convinced as he let out a soft puff of air. Despite the room being warm, the chills of the winter glade seeps through. "If you say so, though. I will have a doctor to examine you okay?" 

Knowing him he would only persist, "Very well." You nodded.

Then another thought entered your mind. "What happened?" he then replied with a curious hum back.

"That strange man, he rings bells." You tried to put into words what you could describe of him.

"You usually think of other people," The word of annoyance is riddled on his evermore smile.

He then opened his eyes ever so slightly, it was of spectacular color that looked at you so teary gaze. "Don't let go of my hand, please." 

Confused, your only reply is "What?"

"Don't you know how much I worried when I found you laying on the ground?" He muttered as he protectively hugged you, your face pressed to his chest.

"Face pale as the snow itself, spasming, gasping for air, and yet you cared for the stranger rather than yourself." His heart beat is almost like music with how slow it is. 

"But that's what is so special about you. (Your love for others could cost you everything), you know?" Woe written all over his tone, he kissed your forehead.

"I could give you everything you want. Just tell me. Name it and it's yours. In exchange…" Odd that he stopped himself any further, "No, that's not right…"

He pulled back and looked at you, his face "Exchange is a strong word, I prefer to refer to it as returning the feelings. Just looking or even listening to me is enough for me, dearest."

"I'm an honest person, all I want for you is to [run] into the future."

[thescribeoflostmemories]

MY VOWS TO YOU of pierro x f!Reader in canon genshin universe please!!! So excited for june!!!!

Flaming bonds being tested.

Reader x Pierro

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Music: Waltz No. 2 by Dimitri Shostakovich & Priestess in the darkness musicbox+orchastra (Fire emblem)

note : Implied cursed/ khaenri’ah reader, take that into account and I just randomly puke these all out while I was bored out of my mind during a meeting.Y’all proud of me? Also I have no such thing as summer vacation 🫠 I hope you like it.

- P

"Delusions too die hard, only the savage can reign supreme in this twisted wonderland. But what say, you? Who kindled but the last light of day." - Scribe

“I will lift up your sorrows,”

How many thousand suns have passed, and how many thousand moons, you must?

When did you exchange vows with one such as the man titled as your forevermore lover?

"My lady, Lord Harbinger Jester has arrived."

Jester, it does nothing to ring a bell in your mind on who that was.

"My lady, Breakfast is served." You’d rather spend the days alone, even with a cold bed to dream.

You had no recollection outside of your own name, broke away from sweet repose to this strange rozen land. The tall and small were under this Jester’s command, only a few could only withstand.

“Is it you, who have brought me here?” The bed is stale like bread, and it seems it only occupies you as the owner. Wallowing in contempt as you stare longingly out for the remainder until the blue hours come and go. You’re on the cusp of being exposed in your enclosure, frail and darkness inches closer than the ones that glances up from below.

‘Your cup will never empty,’

Upon the round table the man has laid for you, a small party he did threw.

Pierro is the name that you accrue. He had roused you from the hold of the archon, he did not dispute.

“Meister,” You heard of that title once before. Under the waking moonlight, he speaks of those that dare to oppose them with their might. Surely, what does he propose to justify his price?

“Evr’ything would come to light.” He says as if he had found the path to destroy the hand of heavenly edifice.

‘For I shall be your wine,’

Arrogance, a slow and insidious murderer. “For whom do you serve?” an inadequate query for one fittingly such as thy father. Voice hoarse from years of

“The lady of solemn promise.” he replied back, hollow and alone whisked away by the thread of fate tied to ev’rmore fractured amore.

March on the sands that strayed, from dimmed Khaenri’ah.

‘I light your way in darkness,’

Tearing, progress. You had exhausted all efforts, unplugged.

Realize your epiphany as gentle hands covet yours. Feeling the spine-chilling wind against your back.

In the past, you had recall of twin suns that sink into one, and strange black stars that soar through your scry.

Searching for dark Khaenri’ah

‘With this ring, I ask you to be mine.’

Your hand blessed once more with his soft whispers of perennial burning blue pyre.

To dine. Intruth; your fleeting light he cannot deny. Their love, shall cry, and die. In lost Khaenri’ah.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Attention peeps!

The event "My vows to you!" Reservations are closed!

Jade: About time too, getting really sick just watching you organize the event.

Falaila: Oh come on, it wasn't that bad, Right?

Jade: where is, P anyway? She should be the one announcing...

Ollie: Well....

Camera: *Pans to P slumping over the laptop*

Ollie: She has other problems now that she's free. This is your host "Ollie" speaking, and have a fantabulous time, dear guests (even if there's like three of you, who reserved fics-- but who cares!)

[thescribeoflostmemories]

K's report:

Only three two people have requested things for June and it has been completed...

Only one and a half month remains until June.

Event: "My vows to you"

Extreme brainrot over Stefan.

Plans for before and after June would be:

Kakeguri au! Pantalone x reader

Lumine smut

Entertainer! Reader x yan! Fatui Harbingers (sequel to roses and wine)

What if scenarios (Hallows eve)

????

Fire emblem stuff or something

Ps: summer doesn't exist for P.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

80+ drafts

One month left before the "My vows to you" event

And the "To be loved" is holding the beer

Me: panic in semi-finals

Stefan: *slides in brain rot*

Boom: 3 added fics dedicated to him

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Mouse of Impunity

As an apology for that april fools fic, heres the aftermath of the said events

pairing : Dottore x fem reader

Warnings: implied drugs, and some terrible stuff ....

Continuation of this: april fools

Evening after the clones had taken their time with a certain Mouse to get to know her very well, it was dinner time.

"... Where is____?" Asked a worried friend, since she hasn't seen her the whole afternoon.

" She's merely just taking care of herself in her room. A little experiment that I conducted on her." The cruel doctor says as he swish the test tube around.  "She's just resting, though I wouldn't go in there until tomorrow." He added

"What did she do?" She asked assuming the worse case scenario had been executed. 

¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶

Meanwhile in a guest room. It's noticably humid in there, heavily scented with sex, soft vibrations and muffled moans can be heard within.

There's the little mouse bound, gagged and blindfolded on the bed. On her head is placed a pair of cat ears and a moving tail in her rear, swishing uncontrollably. She twitches and arches her back while the legs are the only thing that keeps her positioned, belly flat on the plush bed. 

Pool of fluid gathered under and from drooling cunt between her legs as she felt the tail move more around pumping itself in the poor abused ass hole. 

Her ass moved around making her almost look like a cat in heat. Toes curled up at every thrust it made, perfect ass cheeks tempting to be spanked. What she couldn't hear is the door creaking open.

"Utterly unwholesome." Someone spoke softly, the door closed shut. "How kind of him to let me have a test subject, begin test A." The human sized robot saluted before beginning the experiment.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

It is unexpected to have someone of P tagging her, but unfortunately they are not available as of this moment. Although, I may be of assistance

- K

Eyes on me - Faye Wong

Heritors of Arcadia - Fire emblem echoes

String Theocracy - ProjectMili/ Mili

New math- Tom Lehrer

Brother swing - Caravan Palace

@mellowwillowy

@juunerants

@mayulli

@crypticbibliophile

@youyue

@ventiffy

@fe-lis

@ that one pierro requester

(no pressure, in P's words. All are welcomed)

I have no other clue who to put, but please if you are interested you may add yourself to the list.

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

EDIT: my dumbass forgor thank @lesbianjodie and @lesbianhidemi-deactivated2022128 for the tags sjakhdjsjdjsjd

Hype Boy — Newjeans

Subtitle — Official Hige Dandism

Sea Temple — Pearlish

ヤミヤダ — Gero

Chained Trap — XYZ

Tags: @thetwstwildcard @bakujho @halloweenismyfav @fishspaminacan @bunnwich @minccinoocappuccino @by-inky @azusawrites @evilcokito @mrsmephisto

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Imma get lemon Jade with extra Ollie sauce, extra dark , is this how we order?

"Just accept it, bubbles~"

pairing: Ollie x reader x Jade

Lil sticky note: (pudding) sorry that this isn't as dark as you hoped but yeah, enjoy

Dark elements(?) present, dubcon/noncon, and please do not do what you read here, this is an r18 fic. Please leave. (Ps, don't lick someone's blood or even touch dried blood. You'll get sick or get HIVs or something to that effect)

"I always knew you were hiding something from us." You could feel Ollie scraping his teeth gently on your collar bone.

Snooping around while the brothers were on duty was a bad idea.

"mmm!?" A little bit too curious like the others who had come and gone before you.

Though at least this time they're more prepared for a little peeper scuttering around and about.

They had gagged, bound and blindfolded you, restricting your movements.

"Don't even bother." Ollie has a grip on your throat, feeling his tightened hold. Your head gets light headed for a moment before having another feeling between your legs.

"You picked a rather whorish one, brother." Not too far away is Jade. The sensation on your slit pressed firmly agaisnt you.

With a muffled groan, you tried to move your legs but to no avail.

"Did I?" Ollie chuckles, "I merely caught her," Someone pinches your nipples through the thin clothes. "Sneaking around the restricted area, so devious. Yet all you need is a little permission."

"Unlike your usual inquisition." Mumbled the other.

"Now, now, little brother. We have a rat under our disposition." One brother hummed in excitement as he pulled the cloak off your vulnerable body.

His hands were warm despite the spine chilling temperature of the building. Nails were felt on your tender skin, making crescent marks upon it.

Soon there's a stinging sensation on your thighs,

"ah, don't worry, dear. I promise it will hurt~" Ollie says.

And you didn't have to ask what was poking you through the clothing…

Following suit are a pair of hands groping your breast now pumping what you assume is one of the brothers, his are much more gentle than the other who tore at your lower garments for the taking.

Musky scent invaded your nose as he kept pumping himself between your breasts.

The only thing separating him and you biting his thing off is the gag.

Another pang of pain came from your thighs, making you aware to cease your restrain on them.

"You whore, you were planning on this weren't you?" Sounds of smacking and the rhythm of the brother on top of you is uneven.

Heavy breaths grew more audible, " Your… stay here is… over– due!" He grunted before giving one last thrust and something warm landed on your face.

Move your head to the sides and try to get him off you. Successfully you did, although.

"You aren't forgetting about me, right?" Ollie said, before a wet muscle can be felt against your heated hole.

Every time you tried to close your thighs around his head but he pressed something cold upon your legs.

"Do that again, we'll see what happens." He threatened as vital wine like fluid trailed down.

"Mm… So beautiful for me." Now he licked it clean before continuing where he had left off.

Plump thighs shake ever so slightly combining with the clinks of metals.

A finger wormed its way into your saliva coated cunt, thanks to Ollie.

He sucked on the little nub above your slit as he pushed another finger in, pulling and pushing it back.

With a loud wet pop, it was evident of the pleasure you recieved. Figure writhe in the cloud of passions, "Hmn?!"

Just seeing your body is enough for him to go quite feral for a well educated and bubbly person he is.

"Mn… Love that? You'll love this." Pushing both of your legs hooked around his arm, leaving your hips to be lifted off the cold and hard table.

Doing what he did earlier except he did a scooping method to poke the walls for a specific bundle of nerves.

"Mnh!... Mgh….!?... Mmm…." Toes curled as it is the only indication of your 'torture' slowly hiking up to your high–.

"Hey guys, sorry I got in late, I hope I wasn't late to the pyjama party" A feminine voice came from somewhere to your left.

"Mmmm!!!" You tried to call for help but to no avail. Ollie pulled away once he had heard the shrill of a certain person.

"What party?" Jade sounded confused, ignoring your cries for help.

"Wait a minute… this isn't a pyjama party!" There's crinkles of paper fumbling around.

" What's with the present?"

" Our apologies that we are not dressed as decent."

" I thought that it would be nice if I got some presents, I even got snickerdoodles. I hate you two! " She huffed before opening the door, though turned around and took back the present from what you presume one of the brothers.

One sighed, " well that killed my mood."

"Be lucky we aren't subjected to such indecent lewd."

"-- should we do with her?"

"Eh, not like she could just run away, and besides. Don't we both have something to do? " Getting his clothes back on.

" Sorry baby cakes, but duty calls. Keep that pussy of yours nice and warm for me when we get back." You felt Ollie kiss you with the gag between the lips before leaving you in the room.

Part 1: Li'mu whore(you're here)

Part 2: gentle, gentle

Part 3: bad touch trio

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Isn't this romantic, my little mouse? 

Dottore x (Fem/afab) reader

Do I really want to make this to satisfy my molding obsession for Dottore? 

Of course I am!

Gonna belt out the good stuff

Tw: 

Drug use, malpractices, perv, mind control, corruption (virginity), possible mind break, yandere, sloppy kisses, gangbang (ft. The clones), Dacryphilia. Fingering, experimenting, testing a new version of the kamera, face fucking, body worship, Dub-con/non-con, love marks, hair pulling, bondage (kinda)  porn no plot

You'll kinda get it, I made him into a kinky bastard. 

Pt 2 maybe? 

"Now, how does this one taste?" Dottore asked after letting you drink the strange purple liquid.

You coughed up a storm, He looked down at you, seeing the flushed pink look on your face.

"Sorry. Just feel a bit tipsy… " Replying to him, he only mumbled.

"I figured." Humming to himself while writing something on the clipboard. This just makes you feel anxious, looking around. There's not a lot of his clones as of late. 

"I'll be re-scheduling your appointment, try to come here on time by tomorrow, little mouse." Said the mad scientist, looking up at him from the chair. You weren't going to lie, but you're still a tad bit afraid of him. Being a foreigner in a strange land, Liyue being so far away.  Thankfully and somehow manage to have a contract with him, so you're obligated to help him with a few questionable experiments along with an agreement to not get you into any danger. Surprisingly he obliged.

"You wanted my help again, Doctor?" asked the cute little mouse that willingly walked into the lions' den.

"I don't see anyone else volunteering." He raised an eyebrow, making you sigh. 

"You'll be an essential help with my next experiments. I just found a new way to document my work. Those morons didn't even know that it's possible to get more than just pictures. " He chuckles to himself darkly. 

" Alright, alright mister looney. May I go now? " He just lazily waved his hand at you, pretending to not care.

Once you left the facility, he had one of his clones prepare the room. Oh, how he was closely observing you up close these past couple of months. It's a shame he couldn't just break the contract and just strap the poor little mouse on the table to have an intimate 'heart to heart' moment. (Literally and or figuratively speaking!)

He never felt this excited over a simple project. Oh it reminds him of his younger days in the Akademiya. The thrills, chills, THE EUPHORIA of discovery, pushing the very bounds of mortals just to satiate his lust for knowledge.

"Oh, my sweet little mouse. You'll get your slice of the cheese soon." 

Lol, you think I'd write erotica in a time like this? Get pranked

-P

You probably after all of that shit:

[thescribeoflostmemories]

My vow to you...

The Church of Tsaritsa has an annual event similar to valentines day, on a certain month. Young maidens, young men or married couples are encouraged to wear wedding clothes inspired by Snezhnaya's and other nations. To love someone is indeed a blessing to be with them for all eternity.

Slots for the event.

Fierce Groom and the desert plain's bride

Fancy Fiance and the Bejeweled Bride

King in White (unsure)

Steadfast Bride

How to:

Taglist are available! Just merely pm or comment.

And to request, please follow the pinned blog on my profile and toss in an ask! (With a prompt is optional, bubbles)

What fandoms are available?:

Fire emblem

Stardew Valley(I know they don't have it but let's just close our eyes to it)

Genshin Impact

Cookie run: kingdom

Final fantasy

Tales of eternia/zesteria

Obey me!

Staff of Li'mu (Scribe/Ollie/Jade/Falaila/P/K)

Ocs (Stefan/Kazuo/Wong/Alm/Eclair/ect.)

Note:

I can do atleast two characters per reader/post like Capitano x reader x Pantalone for example and I'll rework the intro if it is from a different fandom like CRK, Tales games, Obey Me!, ect.

The deadline of requests is June 1st!

Ps. Pls put a "my vows to you." so I know its for June

[thescribeoflostmemories]

A rose for my adoring fan

Yandere(?) Knight/gladiator(?)! Capitano x fan! GN! Reader 

A/n: The gladiators here are willing not slaves nor criminals. Instead this is an actual occupation/side job.

Fluff, not much going on, a lot of implications at the end there. But I'll leave it to your imaginations. And apologies for not posting and have this as my sorry.

"Don't go poking a sleeping lion, especially if it's hangry." - Scribe

From the start you’ve always been at his ‘side’ ever since he was a newbie in the arena. You remembered the scarred riddled body of his after every fight, every flower you tossed his way, each victory paved his way to the top.

Lions, tigers other times wild bears were pitted against him as there were none that challenged his blade. That is, until recently. Arlecchino, ‘The Knave’ of Columbina the Slumbering duchess had provoked a duel from him.

Bets were made, and in advance they made the appointment in the local arena. Calling it the battle that rivals the struggle of the wind against the blinking sky.

All you’re worried about is that, there could be a chance that he might be seriously injured. Knowing his fondness for the clashing of steels against his own.

In preparation, last night you snuck a handmade ribbon and a letter for good luck next to his borrowed room in the colosseum. You even have some medical supplies from a friend of yours, you even spent your last remaining money on purchasing the needed ticket to see him.

Afraid and petrified, the heart-throb fighter entered the arena. So did the opponent, the crowd erupted in cheers. Various slurs and compliments meant for the two rivals reached your ears. 

“Go, Il Capitano!” You shouted, cheering him on from the sidelines. There you saw it, the twinkle of their eyes. It began, slashing and clashing of steels. The knave charged in full of zeal!

“Look out!” calling out to him before the blade reaches the head of your champion.

At the edge of your seat, there were plenty of close calls, blood splatters on the ground. You couldn’t tell whose blood it is anymore as your eyes trained on the battle unfolding before you. Both participants clocked in around five minutes, if this continued it would end in a stalemate and both would have to do it again. 

The risky yet calculated moves made by Arlecchino fills you with such dread while the fighter Capitano mostly stays on defense looking for an opening to strike. With less armor it gave the Knave some advantage over Capitano with her dexterity in acrobatics.

Eyes widened once you saw the knife hidden in Arlecchino’s person made contact on Capitano’s face, leaving a big bloody scar. He was taken aback from the wound, causing him to howl in pain. 

“Hang in there! Five more minutes!” You squalled, yet it was nearly drowned out by another round of excitement found within the voices of the masses around you from the people who betted on her.

“Adios, Don Quixote!” Arlecchino insulted before going in to deliver the final blow to the head. 

“No!” You shrieked, nearly falling over into the arena.

Death’s blade hanging above him, second hand adrenaline flows upward to your brain. You couldn’t comprehend how or why would the injured and clearly vision impaired man continue fighting!

Hand grasp firmly unto the fallen weapon, swift cut scarring her face back and hear the terrible screeches of the knave, the scent of fresh blood fills the disquiet air.

You couldn’t remember what happened next, it was a blur to you, all you knew is that both participants were injured. With flowers in hand, you tried to get in the clinic where Il Capitano is in.

But of course, you were about to be denied entry. The voice of Il Capitano resonated from beyond the door behind the guard to let you in.

“It’s an honor, Il Capitano.” You greeted him respectfully, seeing him bedridden made your heart swell.

“So you’re the voice that haunts my moves.” You couldn’t see his face from the bandages.

“Yes, well.” Voice trailed off and offered the flowers. “Congratulations on that battle.” That put a smile on his face, or at least that’s what you like to think.

“Thank you, I assume you’re the one who sent me the gift?” He mentions the envelope and the ribbon attached to it. Flustered, you didn’t think he'd bring it up.

Nervousness worms its way to your throat as the words wouldn’t seem to come out, warmth on your face is evident of your affirmation.

“Thought of it as much… Thank you.” he sits up.

“Huh?” Confusion hit deeper than the contusion he received.

“All of my victories were thanks to you.” He grunted before swiping a red rose that’s been next to his bed. “If it weren’t for you cheering me on since my first… I would have given up on my dreams. But now, thanks to you, it is achieved.” He offered the reddest rose that looked enchanting than the flowers you were about to give him.

“Don’t you have a name?” He asked, and you replied.

“____… Wonderful name, A rose for you.” 

Finally you were in his arms and obtained your attention fully. But alas, this is merely one of his many many steps to fully have you as his.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

I wanna cry lol.

Exams are coming up the week after and I still haven't finished "To be loved" been draining lately... But I have these two collage pictures for the June event! Request if you're interested!

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Random Idea, what if

Pierro- the magician (1)

Dottore- High priest(ess)(2)

Columbina- The empress(3)

Capitano- Emperor(4?)

Pulcinella- Heirophant (5)

Scaramouch ??? - The lovers (6)

Sandrone- Chariot (7th)

La signora- Justice/strength(8)

pantalone- Hermit (9th)

Arlecchino- wheel of fortune (10)

childe- Justice/ strength (11)

What do you guys think???