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there's a dormant part of the puppet that is practically SCREAMING not to trust this stranger. that part is ignored and shoved down into some mental abyss, along with the rest of those pesky thoughts that make no sense. this stranger is the first person he'd even seen in what feels like forever. why SHOULDN'T he extend some level of trust? the stranger's voice is gentle and soothing, and it leads to the puppet wanting nothing more than to stay with this stranger forever, just to keep a tight hold of this new feeling of safety.
"dreaming?" his voice echoes. he doesn't remember sleeping, though maybe he has been. the darkness had stretched on and on, leaving him with all these dark thoughts that had only spiraled, leaving him feeling empty and too alone. the puppet wonders if that's what those strange thoughts are; remnants of dreams and nightmares. in the pitch black, it's hard to differentiate between awake and asleep; thoughts can become dreams can become nightmares. "maybe i was dreaming."
when the hand is outstretched, the puppet takes it slowly. not even his own creator had made him feel this at ease before. it's a poignant moment he wants to savor, and it doesn't matter where he's going to be taken to. no doubt it's going to be out of here, but the puppet can't help but wonder if they're going to see more of the world beyond. the small fraction of light he'd seen so far is almost majestic, but SURELY there's more to see and admire.
"you'll help me?" even with many, many questions at the tip of his tongue, this is the only question he allows to leave his lips. the puppet knows he'll have more to ask, and the questions will inadvertantly slip out without his thinking. for now, he wants to focus on the promise of help. he uses that hand to lift himself to his feet, not letting go even when he finds stability. he does remember walking, but the disuse has him feeling unsteady. strangely more sturdy than he would have anticipated. "how?"
the puppet refuses to let go of his doppleganger's hand. it's some sort of comfort, a tangible feeling he's been deprived of for way too long. the hand is warm, and even if this stranger. his savior ― looks displeased in general, he's still providing the puppet with something positive.
"by the way, thank you," he says. he's GRATEFUL. why shouldn't he be? he may not know anything about himself, or why he's adorned the way he is. or even why he was in the darkness in the first place. but he's free now. there's no reason to hold any fear or doubt anymore, not with people around. the puppet squeezes the hand a little tighter, trying to express with more than just words how glad he is.
"what do i call you?" he asks. "do you have a name?" he doesn't have a name. all he remembers is that he'd been created, then discarded before any such name could be given. perhaps names aren't even important in the first place, but to the puppet, it'd be nice to have a little piece of identity he could latch onto. "i don't have one either, i think. my creator never gave me one." only now, does he finally let go of the hand, feeling like he'd said everything with that gesture he could say.
he looks at him with such INNOCENCE — those eyes wide and pure and enamored with the mere act of existence in the way only a complete BLANK SLATE could ever hope to be. it feels as if he's staring into a mirror. not the uninspired insult that kaminari once served to be — but an echo of the past. a puppet, mind clear of all comprehension. utterly ignorant to the world beyond his beatific prison — abandoned by a god masking her carelessness beneath decrees of mercy. kunikuzushi knows he was like this once. revulsion clogs his throat like glue at the mere thought. yet it is one thing to recall that innocent echo through something as insubstantial as memory — it's another matter entirely to stare at him directly in the eerily similar face.
EVERYTHING FEELS WRONG. it does, it does. he wasn't sure what results his little so-called experiment would produce — truly, the balladeer's only goal had been to cause suffering. like a dog gnawing a bone, a cat batting some helpless rodent between its paws. it was a source of simple amusement. a way to banish the ennui all too often produced as a natural counterpart of eternity. he couldn't simply kill the wanderer, and handing him over to the doctor wasn't to his benefit — not when he needed to ensure that man continued working ceaselessly on his end of their BARGAIN. ( not to mention having another puppet around decreased his own value. ) letting him go hadn't seemed like a viable option, either. he was practically helpless without his vision, too prideful to weaponize that divinely granted well of power that was their BIRTHRIGHT — so why shouldn't kunikuzushi assert himself as the arbiter of such a worthless creature's fate? now that he's been reduced to a blank slate, the thing that once called himself kaminari looks upon him as if he's every bit the god he claimed to be.
... and the balladeer hates it. why does he hate it? this should be a moment of triumph, yet the only thing that comes to mind is a SUFFOCATING sense of self-disgust. towards which of them, he can't possibly discern.
he swallows back those worthless ( flawed ) feelings. no matter; ruminating on something so POINTLESS is a waste of his time — he's always known emotions aren't bound to rationality and common sense. it's why embracing them leaves him weak. ❝ i found you and brought you here. ❞ kunikuzushi tells him — which technically isn't a lie. ( he certainly did, for better and for worse. ) ❝ it seems like you've been DREAMING for a very long time, but ... you don't really get out much, do you? ❞ head cants; the harbinger looks him up and down. he may not be useful in a fight like this, but there's a chance he can still find some PURPOSE for him. he'll have to conceal his face, of course — their resemblance will have the chattering insects asking far too many questions. perhaps a secretarial role; something quiet and unassuming and relatively out of the way. although ... does he still remember how to read and write? if he truly has been reduced to their most basic form, kunikuzushi can only assume he'll need to teach him. that's troublesome. this is all ... so troublesome.
the balladeer stands. regardless, there's not much sense in loitering around this boring room; it's already served its purpose. ❝ come with me. ❞ he says, offering his doppelganger a hand. ❝ i'm going to help you. ❞ he will. in a sense.
Kunikuzushi, the Wanderer.
"My creator, my mother."
Bow your head! Know your place!
I saw fanart of Mr. Will You Do the Fandango and now I can’t breathe I’m simping too hard
Wanderer redesign drawing
I was late for sunburn meme but consider-
(meanwhile Neuvi wondering where his lumitoiles went...)
everything stays right where you left it
everything stays but it still changes
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Some wounds just can't be simply fixed
the girlies summer vacation 🫧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻♀️ featuring scara i guess
this year's summer event cast are a funny mix! happy go lucky girls and then there's mr. grumpy lmao #itsnotaphasemom
I like how they match each other's freak
taking resquest!: they can be any type of reading like smut, fluff, angst, and etc, but please be patient I put my whole heart into these for your liking!
warnings: semi-public, fingering, teasing
featuring: rengoku, giyuu, sanemi, Uzui, nanami, toji, gojo, sukuna, kazuha, itto, ayato, diluc, xiao, and so on…
I sat myself in the back of my car's trunk on a dark night, as I was resting my back on the cold metal feeling a shiver go down my spine, my partner coming and closing me in by their arms leading me to no way out, earning such a small eye contact only getting distracted by the laugher of people coming towards our way. we were hiding in a large parking lot, so we both kept quiet but only the laughter leading to a loud crowd of people in front of the car but far away, feeling a hand go down my pants, I gasped loudly only getting my mouth covered by my partners hand. I look at them in fear of getting caught, or looked at, only for them to start playing with my cunt, they started whispering sweet little things in my ear, getting all hot and breathing heavy, I rocked my hips slowly feeling fingers press inside of me, I moan loud in my partners hand felt myself getting sweaty as they were thrusting their fingers in and out. I tried my best not to moan and catch the whole crowds attention but the way they were moving their fingers made my knees weak, I was so scared of getting caught, we weren't to far from the crowd way before but the way my partner was doing me dirty just felt good to even ruin it. I hold them tightly feeling my knees getting weaker and weaker,
"I know you like this, you want everyone to see how much of a dirty slut you are for me right?"
only a few moans came out but you didn't wanna agree to it, cause you knew deep down that you were enjoying this more than anything, you wanted sweet revenge on them, so you decided to put your knee in between their crotch going at it back and forth, you heard a moan come out of their mouth making you feel more weaker than before, their moans were like music to your ears, so you decided to tease them a little more by rocking your knee faster but it was no use they inserted another finger in you making your stop and hold in your moans. You tried so hard yet, you couldn't keep it up, so you use your foot and rub them for the outside of their pants, you guys felt like you were on cloud nine seeing stars and reaching to your climax, when all of sudden you moan loud, only getting interrupted by
by your partners lips pressing on yours leading to a hard long kiss, so that you don't drag attention to yourself...you came hard still feeling their fingers inside of you, feeling a wet spot on your partner pants including yours, only looking at each-other and laughing in silence, getting yourself ready to leave and continue back at home ;)..
Had to do it to em…
I’m genuinely so happy rn.
_Fanart of Wanderer from Genshin Impact_
"There's no such thing as pure freedom in this world. Even the wind cannot blow on forever."
Scaramouche x Youkai!reader
Notes: I’m sorry if this isn’t that good since I really don’t know how to write for Scaramouche but anyways, enjoy!
Masterlist
Warnings: Spoilers for Scaramouche’s backstory, the Sumeru Archon Quest, and the Interlude Chapter in Sumeru!
“Kunikuzushi?”
He recognized that voice, the same one he’d heard right before he’d left Inazuma. It was you, one of the few youkai left in Inazuma. Miko, although the two of you weren’t even remotely related, took you in and all but raised you, being the older of you two. You would be forever grateful to her for her kindness. It was because of her that you met the one now known as the Wanderer. However, you only knew him as Kunikuzushi, the puppet that the Shogun had all but thrown away and left to erode into dust in the harsh torrent that was eternity. However, you had always been very kind and very caring toward him, and even when he was known as The Balladeer in his previous Incarnation, he still remembered you with perfect clarity, no matter what life you saw each other in last. In fact, you were the first person that the Traveler asked about what you knew of him when he had changed his history in Teyvat. Thankfully, nothing in your mind had changed about his origins at the Grand Narukami Shrine or about when he left, but the one thing that had changed was the fact that you no longer remembered him taking on the title of The Balladeer, and now only remembered him as Wanderer. He let only you use his original name.
He turned around and looked at you, standing a mere ten feet away from where he himself stood. He nodded softly in affirmation, acknowledging that he’d heard you. Your ears twitched slightly, moving around and checking for any signs that the two of you were being watched or eavesdropped on.
“Kunikuzushi.” You breathed, the name sounding like it was meant for only your lips.
When you didn’t find any signs of immediate danger, you hesitantly took a step forward, before sprinting at him and tackling him to the ground below. “Umph-!” He grunted, taken by surprise when you collided with him. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed deeply, squeezing him tightly as you hugged him. “I thought I’d never see you again.” You whispered, relaxing only when he returned your embrace. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here. What if Ei catches you?” You asked. He shook his head. “I’ve met the Traveler, and if things were to come to that, then I’d ask them to help me stop her from doing anything.” His hold on you tightened. “But I had to see you again. I couldn’t take being without you anymore. It’s all been a mess, and it turns out that there was another incarnation of me in a different timeline that destroyed and killed so many people, and-" He stopped when you gently cupped his face in your hands, your hands just as soft as he remembered. “Kuni, slowly. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.” You pressed your forehead against his and sat up fully to let him have some space. “Come on, I’ll take you somewhere we can talk.” You offered, getting up and gently taking his hand into yours.
You kept walking until you reached an old, abandoned shrine, and sat down before patting the ground beside you in an invitation for him to sit. The Wanderer quickly did so, sitting as close as he could to you. “Ok, start from the beginning.” You coaxed, and it all came crashing down from there. You heard about how he used to be a Harbinger who mercilessly killed and tortured those around him, destroying and fighting whatever and whoever he was told to. You heard about him changing his past and becoming what he was now, and you heard about his time with the Traveler, and with Lesser Lord Kusanali. You heard about how he got his memories back, and how he finally got back to Inazuma. By the time he was done, Kunikuzushi was shaking, and you could tell he needed comfort. You were willing to give that comfort, and gladly did so. “That is a lot to handle, and I don’t even know where to start, but what I do know is that you’re the most important person to me in the whole of Teyvat. It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re The Balladeer or The Wanderer, you’ll always be Kunikuzushi in my eyes, and I’ll always be here for you.” You said, hugging him yet again. You saw the tears rolling down his face as he leaned against you, trembling in your arms. “Hey, hey, look at me.” You cooed, causing him to pull back and look at you. “I want to travel with you. I want to stay by your side from now until the end of eternity, if you’ll let me.” You hummed, confusing him slightly. “But I thought that the last time I saw you, you were-” “Helping Miko at the shrine? Yes, I was, but I stopped a while ago. Ever since then, I’ve been waiting for you to either come back or for me to decide to leave Inazuma. But I just had a feeling that if I left, you’d be here when I wasn’t, so I waited.” You explained, looking down at him as you spoke. “I want to be there for you instead of leaving you alone like the last time you left. I love you, Kuni. I always have and I always will.” You confessed, your face flushing pink as you spoke. He sighed, turning his gaze away from you as he spoke. “And you promise not to leave?” He asked. Without hesitation, you nodded. “I promise.” You replied, hugging him yet again. “Thank you.” He mumbled, his face growing warmer with each word.
At the Grand Narukami Shrine, Miko smirked as she watched you pack. The moment she received word from the Traveler that Kunikuzushi had returned, it wasn’t a surprise to her when, about three hours after you’d left the shrine, you came running back up the steps to the shrine to ask for her permission to leave Inazuma. “I’m surprised it took you so long to get back, little one. Of course you may leave.” She replied, ruffling your hair gently. You smiled at her and then rushed to get what you’d need, packing everything into a backpack and changing into different attire that would be better suited for adventuring. “I best be going. Farewell, Miko!” You called, all but sprinting back down the mountain to join Kunikuzushi. He looked at you and nodded, before holding out his hand for you to take. You smiled and took it, walking with him. You didn’t know where your journey would take you, but so long as you were by his side, you knew there was nothing to fear.
The Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir| Chiscara
“Scaramouche is a new student at his private school, Teyvat High. He would have had a normal year if he didn't immediately anger the 3 richest kids in school in his first 5 minutes. He had more to worry about besides them as he received a special bit of jewellery from a weird lady that would change his life forever. And maybe this new found rivalry with the Model Tartaglia could aid his change of life- gaining a bond stronger than anything before.”
A chiscara miraculous au ^^
the creator: childesn1hater on TikTok
(Some art by the aus creator)
IOS 14 LAYOUTS!! <33
link to the resources below! <33
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Whoever at Hoyo decided to not give us these finches for our teapot I would like to have SEVERAL words with you
Seriously look at these guys like the jester one are we KIDDING
