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darling-caelestis · 2 years
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*ೃ༄ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [platonic]
warnings; scaramouche and reader are siblings, scaramouche kinda a PLATONIC yandere, lil bit of blood not descriptive, spoilers for inazuma archon quest and raiden ei and yae mikos voice lines, canon-typical violence.
sypnosis; doing your daily chores as a shrine maiden, you never expected to run into a stranger along the desolate path.
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You never truly liked your mother.
She had her favourites, and you and your brother were most definitely not it. No, it was your glorious younger sister who was.
Your mother was busy, too busy to say hello and goodnight. Too busy to care. Too busy to simply let you be a child. To let you cry and smile and laugh, to let you run in muddy puddles and draw on the walls - no, no such intolerance would be allowed. The second you showed anything, you would so lucky not to end up like your brother: cast out, left abandoned and treated like dirt on the bottom of your mother's shoe. So, you shut down, only doing what told off you and otherwise acting invisible, it became a habit after while.
Your brother is gone, one day he and mother went out for a walk and only she returned. She refused to talk apon the subject. She seemed sour at the mere mention of his name, turning to conceal what she truly thought. You never saw your brother again, but he saw you.
Your younger sister held a similiar fate to your brother, she too disappeared on the night the sky itself got confined in it's stormy shackles. You missed her dearly, despite how she reminded you of your mother, at least your sister was there for you.
Your mother was gone now, and all that was left was thing you were meant to call your mother. Your sister.
The moment your aunt took you see her one day, you had been excited but when you laid eyes up in that husk of your sibling, you cried. And the husk watched without an ounce of sympathy - too much like your mother, too far from your sister - and your aunt had to hush you.
You had to live with this husk for 500 years. It was odd, originally you refused to be in the same room as it, but when the thing that took over the body of your sister disappeared, you would be granted with her smiles all over again. She became tolerable, until your aunt whisked you away by command of the Shogun.
Now you lived with your aunt.
It wasn't so bad here. The shrine was sacred grounds to people of Inazuma, yet you could not feel the same about it. Your aunt often caught you staring at the Sakura Tree, and you could see from your peripheral vision as her eyes would soften and then she would avoid you for a few hours. You never did much - that was what you were raised to do - and that's why you guessed your aunt often looked so miserable when she gazed at you.
You never visited the city again, not that you couldn't, you merely refused to. Your brother was taken from you, your sister - could you even be call her that anymore? - was gone and your mother had abandoned you. All you had was your aunt and these damn redwood yumemiru walls.
"Oh [name], dearest. Can you please inform the shrine maidens at the base of mountain that their shift is almost over? Thank you. "
End of discussion, without a word you left with a polite bow and gracious steps. It was like almost every day. Now, your aunt was too busy. You feared it would be the same repetitive cycle all over again as you walked down the crooked steps of the mountain. The sun had nearly set, the fortune slips that had been hung glistening in the suns glow as you walked past them. You loved the orange and yellow hues of sky, it so deeply opposed your mother's hair you couldn't help but let a smile come across your features as you looked at it.
As you reached the base of the mountain nearby to Chinju Forest, the suns warmth seemed to vanish as if it had been repelled by some invisible force. The Forest was silent as you wandered near the old shrine location, desolate of all life. Not even a Tanuki made itself known, but you supposed, maybe they had tired-out from hiding all day.
The shrine maidens weren't at their posts.
You thought for a moment, maybe they knew that the sun setting meant they could go home, but alas, they always waited for you. Maybe, they were called to the village to help with offerings. Or maybe you had pasted them on your way down the path and didn't notice.
You frowned gently before you felt a presence behind you. You were about you turn around and greet the shrine maiden, only for goosebumps to rake your arms, and this clawing darkness to hang over your head, consuming you with bone-racking fear. You could feel the eyes of the forest, or was it this mystery thing behind you, watching every twitch of your finger.
Put on a smile, said your training as you turned around. Just politely excuse yourself then vow to never set foot out of the main shrines land. Something inside of you yearned for it to be nothing, but you were never so lucky.
The other person made eye contact with you before you did and before you knew it, you were locked in this tense staring match between each other.
Purple eyes peered into your soul, despite this mans small stature, he towered over you as you averted your eyes first.
"Are you lost, sir?" You asked, if auntie heard you left someone alone without offering assistance you would never hear the end of it.
Waiting for his response you observed him, he was still staring at you. He looked so... Blank, like a fresh canvas ready to be painted only something told you that the canvas' freedom of possibilities had been smeared with a corroding soul-taking black. But, this is your paranoia over talking to a new person, for all you know he is the sweetest, most kindest man-
"No, I know this place like the back of my hand."
He did not sound happy. His face showed nothing but his clothes showed off his riches in royal purple and red robes dragged across his body which ended in shorts near his knees. Maybe.. He was a merchant wanting good luck from the shrine?
You nodded to him, you talked to him and tried to help therefore auntie wouldnt be too mad right? (Like asking one simple question is enough) You set off toward the crooked steps once again with your head low in respect as you walked past the old shrine.
"Can I help you?"
You knew he walking beside you. You could feel him without having the look at him. You couldn't even hear his foot-falls, it was as if he was dead as he took striding steps next to you. His presence was overbearing, familiar and yet so unfamiliar at the same time.
"Suppose you could help me, would you?"
Could he not get the point? It was night-time and he was asking such crytic questions, but you continued on towards the path as you answered with a fake smile, "Of course I would. It's my duty as a Shrine Maiden." - you would have continued onwards with the mantra of 'and as a follower of the Electro Archon' but you couldn't bring yourself to even acknowledge her.
"I hate liars." Rang his cocky voice throughout the slumbering trees with such low rumbling anger that you froze on the spot. But he continued on walking up the incline, almost as if oblivious to your condition as he lumbered forwards before turning around and facing you again. "Come on, [name], haven't I always told you that. "
"I.. I wasn't lying. And how did you know my name!-" you demanded, this boy was starting to annoy you, now only was he now in the way of your way home but also continued on with charade of an innocent man. Did he know you from the shrine? Maybe you had talked to him before on a busy day and forgotten-
"Whatever do you mean, you told me when you first introduced yourself."
A boy in a white robe gazed curiosily up at you, your hand clasped with your mother's as she spoke, "meet your younger sibling kunikuzushi."
You both stared at each other for a moment in awkward silence before mother squeezed your hand, too tight for your comfort. Oh, wait that's right, your supposed to- "Hello, my name is [name]. Please look after me." -introduce yourself.
Your mother let go of your hand, seemingly pleased with herself as she left the room with a small schlik sliding of the wooden door panel. You made no move to acknowledge the throbbing of your now red hand, but the boy had different ideas as he grasped it in his own to take a closer look at it.
His long purple hair rippled down his back as he turn your hand over to see the other side it. He looked so pretty but the gentle furrow of his brows upset you, it didn't suit him at all.
"It doesn't hurt, I am fine." You spoke with disdain as you snatched your hand out his gentle grasp, or tried to, as he held firmly to your wrist. He finally meet your gaze, and his gleaming eyes spoke volumes as if he was trying to decipher everything at once.
"Don't lie to me." He said with a smile as he let go your hand. A smile looked better on his face than a frown, yet you found it weird to see one. Was everyone meant to smile?
He didn't say another word to you until your mother came back.
Only now that the mysterious man that followed you could you make out any detail about his appearance. How the red of his robes seemed more and more like blood rather than paint or robes as he got closer and closer, the scent of copper hitting your nose like a truck. How his eyes glowed and his sharp features stared at you again, only different, with something you couldnt quite place within his eyes.
You stumbled back as if hit by a force, your hand launching to cradle your sore head, the another seeking something to try and stabilize your self on, when you couldn't, you tripped on the skirt of your long shrine maiden robes, landing on your bum with a thud. You hazingly blinked around, no longer seeing the young boy in a dark room but a moon-luminanted forest, what was that right now?..
You had no time to ponder as the light seemed to be taken away, so you looked see what had caused it.
That was why he was so familiar, as it clicked in your head you mumbled out his name, "Kunikuzushi... "
He clicked his tongue as he crouched before you, the moons glow still swallowed by his frame, "Took you long enough, huh. That's no good... And here I thought you were the smart one. Seems although I will just have to look after you, won't I?"
Maybe you should had listened to your gut before and not been deceived by looks of an innocent boy and be laboured by your training from your aunt. Maybe you should have plead ignorance to his arrival, or maybe you should have payed more attention to your surrondings. For if you had, surely you would have noticed the torn bloody piece of white cloth blowing in the wind attached to the fortune slip stand, left to guard the nightmare of the Balladeer.
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movieposters1 · 4 months
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chichiwritez · 1 year
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You, who fell from grace
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I'm back from my writing hiatus because I live for Nahida and Wanderer so here's a bit of what I have as of the moment !
Pairing: None (Just Wanderer and Nahida being a funky dynamic duo)
Prompt: Found Family, and the concept of living in a world that has forgotten you.
“You know, I’ve said it plenty of times already, but as one who knows of your past, it might placate you to find an outlet for your grievances” Nahida states matter-of-factly, but not accusatory. She places a pot of tea before them, the scent wafting in the air. It’s bitter, exactly how he enjoys it. It’s a careful invitation.
“That’s quite a sugarcoated way of getting me to divulge my secrets.” He replies, curt as per usual. “Forget it. It doesn’t concern you, Buer.”
She is silent, for a few, pouring tea for them both. “I told you to call me Nahida.”
She procures herself a jar of candied nuts. “Besides, there is no secret here but your own opinion and beliefs, Wanderer. I’m simply advising you to clear your mind.”
“I’d rather not. Truly.” He replies, downing the cup’s contents with little flourish.
“How pedantic of you.” She jests. She sips the tea to taste, and finds herself puckering. She plops a candied nut into her mouth. It amuses him, how she seems so innocent.
“Now you’re just patronizing me.”
“I’m really not.” She sits on her swing, her movements childlike. She digs into the candied nuts with vigor, her eyes lighting up. “You’re seeking revenge for the sins the Doctor has committed, but how can you wage war against him when you haven’t even made peace with yourself?”
She shoots him a knowing look. She knows––of course she does––that she’s gotten to the core of his frustrations. He, with memories of a life simply wandering, clashing with memories of a life of grief and strife. He has reconciled it, yet he still cannot seem to fully grasp at it. He was empty in his wandering, just as he was in his false godhood.
Ambition. Curiousity. Desire.
All this, yet he was still undeniably empty.
“Alright. I’ll bite. What do you want me to do?” He remarks blandly. Just this once, he’ll let himself be swept away by her highborn whims.
Nahida smiles. The glint in her eyes tells the Wanderer that she had something up her sleeve from the start. She won, and she positively glimmers, in her cloak of diaphanous exalted divinity. “Hehe. I’m glad you’ve loosened up, because I think I have just the thing.”
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stylestream · 2 years
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Whitney Peak | Alex Perry dress | Gossip Girl | 2021
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penguuinss · 2 years
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my art style keeps changing im gonna cry 😞 i gave him a slightly new hairdo and now he reminds me of ayato or like scaramouche but fancier
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neptunite-stars · 1 year
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he is home!!!!
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rowrowronnie · 2 years
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DANONATION WAKE UP!! THE FABELMANS IS OUT TODAY!!
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anissapierce · 3 months
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As ridiculous it is that it takes video games w cult followings to introduce ppl to cab calloway and the ink spots... At least theyre getting paid attn to. Who do i have to bribe to put a frankie half pint jaxon in like the next indie darling game ? Also the way tht ppl will describe these black artists like theyre expecting a cookie for knowing thm n bringing up how jazz was sanitized n whitewashed ... Its weird. Like they memorized this one fact or person but nvr bothered to dig deeper like they have other interests
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thefreaklovesmusic · 10 months
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6:33 - Ego Fandago
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seelestia · 1 year
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hello hello!!!
omg YES I would totally invite u first to my gaming club. (and I would probably put a special collection of books for you if u have a tendency to whip out books. reading is fun, too!)
no, it was cloudy! I too despise the sun. (thoma should be up there you ..!) but it was really warm for winter, so I took a walk around our school gardens and that always puts me in a good mood! (being surrounded by so much life makes me happy!)
I totally don't mind at all, you asking about my arts!! I was drawing ur genshin oc at some point (please he looks like such a sweetheart I wanna be his friend) and then it inspired me to create my own Oc! May show u the concept later ^^
all the geo characters are honestly so cool djcwdkhksjdh oh and I've fallen in love with Heizou,,,, and again with Kuni,,,,, (did you SEE the teaser??? Crying on my bed rn)
*hugs u* Bye Lia <3 take care
-michikinonn ( so catchy!)
michikinon, hiii! >:) i'm your honorary club member now, but you're too accommodating with me tho... you should bonk me on the head and tell me to focus on the actual purpose of the club 😩 IKRRR like fr thankful for the vitamin D, but the sun looks better when it's behind floofy clouds <//3 i'll even hold up a parasol for us both, so we can pretend to be vampires under the blazing sun 🥸 (/lh) i'm glad you got to take a walk around the school gardens tho! that must be so relaxing~ i do that sometimes too and it makes me feel like a lost wannabe cinderella, hehe. ✨
wait, you were drawing my oc and it helped inspire you to make one of your own?? OH MY DAYS??!? I'M SO HONORED?? i'd love to hear about your oc's concept! it's been some time since i've talked about genshin oc's with someone, so just know that i'm dropping everything for you rn >:) and yeah, caelin is a sweetheart, but he is a little awkward to the point you'd doubt he is a merman god (well, he did technically live under a rock... or under the surface, you could say /lh).
they are! i hope you get to pull more geo characters in the future like zhongli because my team has never died ever since i got that man ;D ALSO, heizou and kuni??? it seems you've fallen for the short jerks... but i don't blame you because me too 🚶 AND YES, I HAVE! why does hoyoverse gotta make scara so... so huggable, we are not your strongest soldiers. (/j)
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vonxodd · 1 month
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DAWN // 'fandago' look makeup tutorial
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ikimaru · 1 year
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Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandago? 😂
(fandangoes right through your door)
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lavender-rosies · 1 year
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skullpiratemike · 10 months
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I'm down to the last 6 copies of my Grim Fandago print over on Etsy. Just FYI.
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penguuinss · 2 years
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i like his hair long. this is my fourth scara post and i am not ashamed. well i actually am kind of but we dont talk about that
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omelettecorner · 1 year
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Scaramouche Scaramouche will you do the fandago?
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