Genshin Scaramouche - Blog Posts
Telling Scara you love him so much while cradling his face with tears pouring out of ur eyes.
Do you think he could lying or maybe not but I still have hope that the creators know what they’re doing in the story,this could be to throw us out or the book are not affected to the time change nene has been doing (not on purpose) think about it the books are records,they store knowledge to people activities in this school, you could sync the accurate time on a clock by turning the hands but you can’t change a record with out redoing it entirely (or it can on it own and tsuchigomori only look at it once cause he is so sure it hasn’t changed) thinking of reference as this
In short he erased himself the story was changed but still a similar fate and he still alive just doesn’t remember his past existence( I don’t know why I’m comparing a game to TBHK) the book could have changed but it was too late since Amane’s fate already happened and all the books are now destroyed and we can no longer look further to them,I could be and I’m just rambling, all in my head but I’m sure the omen arc or even the final arcs could explain the truth of what going on and what happened and getting answers about it from the creators themself.
That all I have to say
Thanks for reading
Tsuchigomori and Amane's book
There is a repetitive aspect to manga. The events that took place seem to have been forgotten. One of the latest examples. Amane and yashiro in chapter 96 looked like they forgot about their romantic relationship and it was reminded in chapter 101. I think that such forgetting is carried out deliberately by the authors. It made me think back to Tsuchigomori and Amane and his altered future.
Tsuchigomori knew the students' secrets. It was enough that he read them as it was with Yashiro when she missed the truth about her secrets. Tsuchigmori knows the future, knows about events.
Tsuchigomori looked into his book and knew what the future had and he was sure that it would come true, he did not expect that Amane would choose a different path that was destined for him.
Tsuchigomori needs to see what happened in his life and why he ended up like this because his future has been changed so his events in the book as well.
Amane knows that Tsuchigomori knows everything, so he forced Tsuchigomori to be silent. Tsuchigomori said as much as he could, more than he said himself
It seems that what happened in these chapters was "forgotten" because yashiro got what she wanted Amane's true identity and a piece of his past, and that's enough, apparently.
K so fandom switch /J SK8 X GENSHIN ART :D (for my boyfriend <333 follow them pls he's amazing @anemovampire
ITS KINDS SHITTY IM LAZY SRRY 😞🙏
THISBISBOBGORGEOUS GIYS LOOOKSS
hey guys sorry for not posting depression kicked my ass real hard
have some scara in a suit
hes lowkey tweakinb…
angy hat boi go brrr ♡
except you'll never know which one is the bad bitch and which one is autistic
imagine how fucking pissed wanderer would've been if he got an electro vision
i know that wanderer canonically hates dango but it would be funnier if he loved it so im choosing to ignore canon. he loves dango now. makes it everyday. shares it with nahida.
I HATEEE those scara fans that act like shippping him/making nsfw of him is the worst kind of mischaracterization there is. Especially since a lot of the times their understanding of Scara is just... They read the main quest?
Traveler: Why are you a history major?
Wanderer: The failures of men amuse me.
its still so fucking funny how wanderer went from a feared fatui harbinger who almost became a god to a college student
scaramouche as jade because yes
let’s pretend this whole thing would happen, ok??
old drawing of scaramouche that i forgot that i have to post :D
the first reason is to pull for wanderer:
Happy Birthday Scaramouche!
Here's a quick smut I made with the help of my smut soul mate @hitomisuzuya
⚠WARNING⚠:Kidnapping, Obsessive, Stalking, Breeding, Yandere tendacies, collar usage, bondage.
It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.
You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.
His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.
But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.
You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.
As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.
Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.
And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.
In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.
"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.
As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.
In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.
The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.
But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.
As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.
Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.
Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.
As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.
Scaramouche won the polls by a landslide! Sorry this is late 🥲
TW:Yandere Tendacies, obsession, BDSM, harsh language, Scara being scara.
@hitomisuzuya tagging my bestie and scaras wife❤
On a dimly lit Halloween night, Y/N found herself navigating the walk back from a party that had never truly been her element. She'd chosen to leave early, the pain of her high heels too much to bear, causing her to walk barefoot while cradling the heels in her hand. Lost in her thoughts and muttering about the length of the journey back, she failed to notice a pair of striking, electric-purple eyes that had fixed upon her. Unbeknownst to her, those eyes belonged to none other than Scaramouche, infamously known in the news as the Balladeer, a pseudonym concealing his gruesome exploits. He was a figure known for his unyielding cruelty and brutality. Yet, at this moment, he found himself utterly captivated by Y/N, every step she took, every graceful sway of her hips stealing his breath away. His obsession drove him to discreetly follow her, ensuring he remained unseen as he trailed her, subtly watching her every move. When she inadvertently took a wrong turn, a path leading to a dead-end with only his house at the end, he couldn't help but find the situation almost comical. To let her know of his presence, he emitted sinister, taunting echoes, causing her to spin around suddenly.
"Oh, how naive you must be. But can I blame you? That blonde hair of yours is practically a warning sign," he remarked with an air of madness, clearly revealing his newfound infatuation. Y/N stood there, her emotions conflicted. His words should have sent shivers down her spine, inspiring fear, yet an inexplicable allure tinged her response.
Stalking closer, he continued, "How does it feel?" he inquired, his voice a menacing whisper. Y/N took a cautious step backward, her confusion palpable.
"What do you want?" she questioned, her gaze fixed on the intimidating figure before her.
He responded with a chilling laugh, swiftly seizing Y/N's wrist and forcefully pulling her into his arms.
"I'm going to fuck you up, so much so that your bruised legs won't be able to even think of carrying your whorish body back. you'll stay with me as my pretty fuck toy, how does that sound? much sound good I can practically smell your arousal, how fucking slutty"he growled out
He held her tightly and lifted her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder. Y/N squirmed around but soon found herself not really wanting to escape? She kinda wanted to see where this went, he had a strong hold on her. "You'll be begging me to keep going when I finally finish~" he chuckled lowly. His voice was deep and raspy. Y/N couldn't help but smile slightly, hearing such a thing coming from him sounded very appealing indeed. "Let go, i wanna see if this will be fun" Y/N tried again to no avail
He laughed darkly "Ah ah ah ah, you wouldn' be able to handle anything I can dish out, and you know it~ oh? unless you want to prove me wrong hm? does my little whore what to prove something to herself? " he taunts.
She wanted to see how it went, to get further with him, finding herself caught in his web.
"if you say so~" he coos before shoving her onto the bed, he was harshly palming her clothing, removing them in a rush, he was far too eager to slow down, it took your breath away as he pushed you on your stomach, ass up with your ankles and wrists bound to a bar, this gave him the perfect unrestricted access to your wet and warm pussy, the one he already shoved two fingers in with a laugh, withing his other hand to hold the harness that's bounding her to this position. you squirmed and writhed against your restraints but he wouldn't budge "ah ah ah, im gonna make you scream~" he whispered in your ear and started to finger her, adding a finger every few seconds until he's four fingers in and curling them against her special spot, scissoring her walls aparts, bullying her fluttering soaked walls. She mewls, moaning and squirming for more, wanting more stimulations, she cried as she felt her orgasm getting closer, but just before she could cum he pulled his fingers our and smacked her ass hard making her scream.
"I didn't tell you, you could cum did I slut? You're such a disobedient whore, I'll be sure to fuck some sense into you" He growled as he let's his fat heavy cock slap against her ass, groaning as he felt her ass before smacking it again, rubbing the sore flesh.
She screamed again, but Scaramouche ignored it, continuing to tease and torture her until he's satisfied. by that point her ass is very wet, stinging as his hand rubbed at the pain, her eyes watery with tears, her pussy wet and puffy from edging so long. He chuckled "Are you ready? can you beg sweetly for my fucking cock? " he taunts as he rubbed his swollen tip against her cunt. he pressed his shaft against the crease of her ass, she cried out and whimpered, her mouth open wide in agony
He leaned down and placed his forehead against yours "You want this, you want my cock, don't deny yourself this pleasure babygirl " he says as he slowly pushes his throbbing length inside you, making her giggle with delight as she felt him stretch, filling her completely, he moaned at the feeling. he then began to thrust harder and deeper making you scream and grip his biceps as he rocked you side to side, hitting every nerve in your body. you were a mess of giggles, gasps, screams and cries at the moment, and it only spurred him on, driving him higher and higher until he's buried to the hilt inside you and he was still pulsating, pushing himself against your clit making you cry out louder, more desperately and harder than you ever thought possible for any human to ever make sound. "oh baby, you're so tight" he growls out as he starts to kiss your neck, trailing down towards your breasts and sucking lightly, leaving small pink marks all along, they both moan as his hands slide down to your thighs gripping them and pushing you against the bed,his cum spurtting in her, filling her up, he roughly pulls his cock out of you, making you pant and whimper for more, "fuck.. I love your little squeakies" he smiles, pulling back and leaning down to leave small kisses on each one before moving down your abdomen to the dip of your navel "you know you can trust me~ you'd do anything I ask for right? " he asks softly, giving you a look of obsesive love. "you're mine now, my sweet, pretty girl. I'll never let you go ~" he speaks, his eyes full of lust, unstrapping the spreader bar to let her rest, placing a collar on her as he pulled a blanket over her, feeling her hair gently.
"I hope you're ready for round two, I'll only give you a brief rest" he says, earning a giggle from her.
he leans over kissing her lips once more before she fell asleep
Gift for my lovely smut soulmate @hitomisuzuya 🤭
Fatui!Scaramouche x Obsessive Fem reader
⚠Warnings⚠:Aphrodisiac usage, scaramouche being himself, degradion, yandere themes, dub-con
Scaramouche the 6th Fatui harbinger was a feared man, many horror stories circulated around what he's done and most would stay clear of him, normal people would but that's not you.
You know the risk of approaching him, approaching what's essentially an archon.
Who are you to even think of such activities? You're not much, an adventurer that's found their greatest adventure, the thrilling and exciting attempt to track down this Fatui Harbinger for yourself.
You don't even know what you'll say when you do get to him, that is if you're not killed instantly. Your fascination for this man started when you seen him once when traveling, you heard of him but couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful he was, his voice was even better. However at the time you where not asking for a death wish and made sure he didn't see you as he left with his agents. After planning for a few months you've successfully tracked down where he is and will be, it wasn't easy as he's a very secretive man. You packed what you'll need and headed out, Archons help you from being one shotted the moment he sees you.
After about of week of traveling you could see in the distance a camp in the forest, you stalk closer to see and the agents are a clear sign that a Fatui Harbinger was here, you just had to see which because running into Childe wasn't on your list of to-dos.
After a moment you seen him, Scaramouche. Your heart pounded once more, your body heating up in all the right places, it was like the first time again. He was speaking to some agents, about what you don't know, you could barely hear from the sound of your heart almost beating out of your chest. .. or maybe it was the adrenaline. Whatever it was the only thing you know is that you were going to talk to him, you'll take any chance to get a word in with him, even if it meant you have to get hurt... or die.
You waited for some of the agents to disburse, luckily for you he didn't like have others with him in that rather large tent he had set up for himself. Soon enough the agents slipped up, speaking to each other leaving you some space, a chance to dart to the tent without disturbance. That was what you did.
He turned rather quickly, his hands up ready to defend himself, it seems not many just dart in and he was ready to fight. However noticing you didn't have a weapon on you he didn't attack right away
"Who are you and why are you here? Speak now" he hissed with a harsh glare, you stood in shock in the fact that for one, you actually made it, you're here and two you're not dead yet.
"I-Im Y/N and... " you trailed off some, where you just going to say why you really came here, to fuck his brains out? Really? You didn't really think a lot, seeming your hormones speaking for you before logic.
He watched your body language carefully as he noticed you where far from a threat but still, kept his defense up.
"Don't tell me you came without reason, or maybe you're backing out now that you've gotten to see me? " He said with a snarky attitude, no, you couldn't back down now.
"No! I-Im not backing down, I came to.. " Speaking on your business wasn't going to happen, you was simply too nervous however you noticed with his cocky attitude he slipped on his defense, you took this chance to act, now or never right?
Your hands grabbing his face as your lips connect to his rather fast and harsh, his skin was cold to the touch. Of course he was taken back by this sudden move, sure he figured you would act but not like this, his hands grabbing yours and pushing you off. His breath seemed to have increased, his face blushing a deep pink as well as a bit of saliva on the corner of his mouth.
"What do you think you're doing!? " He was beyond flustered yet it seemed he didn't totally hate it. You couldn't respond with words, at least not easily only taking a step closer, he backed up into a table with papers on it.
"H-Hey! Wait a minute-" your lips once more connecting his as your body pressed against him, you've gotten too far to back down, however if he really didn't want you there you wouldn't be standing still so at least he didn't seem to hate it. This time he didn't push you off right away, kissing back but harsher as he flipped the two of you, your back hitting the wooden table as papers of plans went flying. His hands holding yours down, pinning them as he broke the kiss looking down at you, lust in his eyes.
"You're just some glorified pervert aren't you? Have you been following me, waiting to pounce like the bitch in heat you are" He hissed as he leaned down to you, his hand grabbing your throat "If we are doing anything here I'll be the one in control got it? " he spoke, his breath tickling your neck, all you could do was nod, earning a chuckle from him. His hands let go off you as they went to grab something, soon enough he put something in your mouth and pushed you over onto your back, a gasp escaped your mouth at the impact, he placed his knee in your lower region. A growl leaving his lips. He was enjoying this way too much to be honest.
"Now listen here slut and listen good, I'm not here to play games and I have all I need to make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?" He asked harshly as he used some rope to bind your wrists together before searching your pockets to make sure you truely didn't have anything to harm him with, only for him to pull out a small vile a glowing pink liquid "Aphrodisiacs? Really? " how did he know what it was? Either way you felt embarrassed for getting you even had it. Once your pockets was emptied and deemed not a threat he chuckled a little "You're quite pathetic arent you? How many did you think you where going to get me to consume this? " you were speechless now and he smirked as he pulled your hair to make sure you could see him "Soon you'll see what kind of authority youre challenging you whore" he spat the last word before he completely shredded your clothing, he had a lot more strength then expected for someone of his size, as you tried to cover yourself which was useless with your hands bound, he grabbed your wrists "Come on let's have some fun " his smirk growing, a low rumble left him "Just you wait I won't be gentle"
Your stomach and front side pressed against the rough wooden surface as your back end now out for him to see "Already so wet and ready for me, you really are a whore" he thrusts two slender fingers into your core harshly "I'm only making room for myself so don't get used it bitch" He said harshly as he added a third, not giving you time to really adjust, it was then when he seen a bit of blood he laughed "Oh Archons am I your first? Really you wanted me to be it? At least your have good tastes" pulling his fingers from you, licking the blood mixed with your juices off, his eyes glaring down at you. You could see how much he wanted to dominate you, to fuck you until you begged for mercy. He remembered something as he grabbed vile you had brought with you and took the top off before looking at you with a smirk "This should keep us busy for a while don't you think? I can already tell you're not ready for what you got yourself into" He flipped you onto your back before pushing the vile to your lips, almost forcing you to drink the aphrodisiac. Once done he discarded it to the side as his hands wondered your body, it didn't take long before the effects started to work on you, your body heating up more then ever as your breathing picked up its pace. You however had a small devious idea, an idea that can get you possibly killed but you held a bit of the liquid in your mouth, hidden so when he came in for a harsh you managed to push it into his mouth causing him to swallow it out of surprise, pulling back quickly to wipe his mouth with his sleeve. You could see the anger in his eyes before they softened, he laughed "Oh you dirty little bitch!"
Only a small smirk adorned on your face, now playing his little game, he pushed onto your stomach once more harshly as he he chuckled lowly "You know I thought about going slow at first, sure not for long but giving you some time to adjust.. " you felt his tip press against your core teasingly, you moaned out "But for that.. I'm going to go as harsh as I want to, to use your whore body for myself as my little toy" he said as he slammed himself in fully, bottoming out. You yelped and groaned in slight pain however the aphrodisiac helped numb it into pleasure . Your nails digging into the rope, you closed your eyes.
And he began to pound into you with full force, every stroke feeling as though you'd be ripped apart. Each one bringing you further to your climax, your eyes clenched tightly as he pounded deeper than you've ever felt, it' almost as if his entire being wanted to hurt you, as if he craved to be inside you as he continued to slam into you hard, the sound of a few men outside yelling as they thought he was being attacked only for him to snap at them before they could come in "Take one step in this tent and you'll all see your maker! " They didn't need to be told twice backing away leaving the two of you alone.
His hands gripping your hips as his nails dug into your skin leaving marks, you could feel small shocks of his electro through his finger tips adding more pleasure. His hips moving faster as you cried out, your voice coming out as whimpers, tears pricking you as he pumped in and out of you, each thrust sending chills through you. As he slowed down after a couple minutes and stopped slamming into you, both of your bodies shaking, sweat dripping down your faces.
"S-Scara-" A particularly hard thrusts cut you short of speaking as he growled "Don't fucking call me that like were friends, call me master" he hissed at you as he kept thrusting "I could fucking kill you bitch! Watch your damn words" Another heavy thrust made you moan and babble incoherently against the table
"I.. I didn't mean t..to.. ah... ah.. " you couldn't finish your sentence as he kept pounding into you, you were panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, your head turning some to look at him, his eyes were filled with lust and anger, his teeth gritted as he continued to pound into you.
You could feel him twitch in you, he was close so close<br />
"Call me master! " he demanded, no ordered you. You whimpered slightly as he gave another violent thrust causing you to scream out loudly as it came "Nnnngghhhh! Master!!!" he slammed into you again as you screamed. both yours and his body trembling and sweating heavily as he released into you, still thrusting but not near as hard, pushing his seed further into you, some dripping down your leg.
Once it passed you where panting as you laid down staring at the ceiling unable to move or speak, your vision blurring as sleep consumed you.
The first thing you saw was Scaramouche putting something onto your neck, it felt like leather, and hearing a few words he spoke ".. my pet... "
@hitomisuzuya and I spend all night coming up with the most vile feral head canons for Xiao, Scaramouche, and Venti! I'll like to add to it and post it for everyone! I'll be making a fic later for it too 🤭
⚠Warnings⚠:Feral activity, predator and prey dynamic, heat/ruts, biting, marking, animalistic characteristics, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, dub-con/non-con, absolutely filthy
𓁹Adeptus Xiao𓁹
The poor Adeptus already had trouble dealing with his feelings, now imagine that but triple the damage.
Zhongli had fed Xiao a type of herb that made him revert into a more animalistic state of mind, he wanted to test a few things out
Of course in this state of mind Xiao is too dangerous not to have in a collar and chain, Zhonglis gloves hand kept a firm grip on the end of it to prevent Xiaos escape, the Adeptus often pulled, growled and scratched at it
Curious on if Xiao could have offspring since he never seen the male try, he would innocently send word for Y/N to come visit him, that he had so em thing important to talk of.
While talking over tea he had Xiao in the other room hidden, he had slipped Aphrodisiacs into your tea, strong ones so I wouldn't take long before your slumped in your seat, face heating up and slightly panting.
"Are you alright Y/N? You look a little.. Sick? " he asked innocently as he sipped his own tea to hide his smile of amusement, once you could no longer give coherent answers he chuckled and place his tea cup down
"Perfect, absolutely perfect. I'm sure your supple body will do just fine with Xiao" pulling you into his lap as his gloved hands trace your now over heating body, panting and whining at his touches
"Yes, you'll do nicely, and if I'm not mistaken you're quite fertile too, I've been hoping to find such a sweet mate for him" his eyes glowing slightly as his fangs graze your neck "I could almost mark you myself but, that would ruin my whole experiment. Come, you must see Xiao"
Bringing you to Xiao and placing you just outside his reach, he thought of tying you down but in this state you had no energy to fight the hormonal Adeptus so be a good girl and offer yourself to him, makes it easier and less painful to have a willing mate" he says as you could only whine, the whine plus your scent was driving the Adeptus mad, growling, biting and clawing at his collar even more, almost breaking lose.
Once Zhongli was situated at his chair with the chain in hand he undid the hook from his collar, unleashing the Adeptus onto poor Y/N
The Adeptus pinned the other down under him onto her stomach, his claws ripping her clothing, exposing her hot flesh causing you to sigh in slight relief
His mouth attacking your neck leaving love bites and mate marking as his claws dragged themselves down her body lightly leaving light marks.
Any time you wiggled rather it was to try getting away or just out on pleasure he would only growl lowly and force you back in place
His throbbing cock slammed into your dripping hole, he let out a loud groan as your moans was drowned out by his animalistic sounds.
Let's just say he wasn't going to let go of you until you become pregnant with his offspring
And once you do he wasn't going to let anyone near you, if Zhongli even attempted to check on you he would his a deep bite on his hand, Zhongli should've expected it, brushing off what normally would be a hand breaking wound for a mortal.
During your pregnancy he would pace around the shared room, the over territorial Adeptus made sure no one came onto his territory or near his mate.
Any whines you made from being sore or over all pregnancy pains he would be immediately by your side, licking his marks and kissing over them in an apologetic manner.
He often 'hunted' food, unfortunately Zhongli still couldn't let Xiao out of this home, he would be too dangerous to the public so he would often leave out food so I gave Xiao the feeling of hunting at least.
He would share his food always, no matter how much you already ate he would always split his remaining food with you
He would often run his fingers through your hair to calm and groom you.
Xiao is over all a very attentive mate, rough at first but will sacrifice for you.
⚡︎Scaramouche⚡︎
Scaramouche was at the mercy of Dottore, after being injected with a strong syrum and let him lose in his testing room, slowly watching the short raging puppet turn into a silent, shaky one.
He needed to test more so he called for Scaras assistant who was confused on where her Harbinger had went to.
"Here you look tired, I'm sure we will find him soon, just drink up and I'll get to it" he said so calmly, you should've known better then to drink anything from the Doctor.
After drinking what you thought was some water your face started to get hotter, your body reacting to the well hidden aphrodisiac
Once your eyes glazed over in lust he manages to guide you into the room before observing in the other room, looking through a two way mirror.
Scaramouche almost ran for you but clenched his fists annoyed, he's straining to hold himself back but once you're up against him, begging for his attention he wouldn't be able to hold himself
Forcing you down as he still manages to degrade you "You're such a slut, it's no wonder you're picked for this. Have you always thought of me with that filthy fucking mind of yours? "
He wouldn't take long before getting his cock shoved into your hole earning an excited squeal
(Head canon for a friend! 🤭) He would pull at your blonde hair harshly as his thrusts showed no mercy. "At least your hair is useful for more then just a damn warning on your IQ" he hissed as his hips rocks harsher
His hands soon gripping your hips as his hips falter, his cock twitching, cursing as he was getting closer.
Your release couldn't have come at a better time because Archons know if he would've allowed you to cum after him, a thick ring of white on the base of his cock only served to drive him over the edge, filling you full.
His electric purple eyes would shoot daggers at the Doctor if he dared to try prying you two apart, his more primal instincts would assume he would take his mate away.
Your neck and body littered with hickeys but most importantly his electro mark.
Once you started to show on pregnancy his hands never left your belly, cuddling from behind as they felt your belly swell.
Anytime the doctor came to check on you two or provide food he was always on the defensive, guarding you like an angry cat, hissing and even biting at him if he got too close.
He was a more lazy mate compared to Xiao, instead of making rounds to protect his territory he often just laid with you.
𖤍Venti𖤍
Albedo asked the bard if he could sample a special potion for him, and without asking or thinking of course Venti downs it because nothing can hurt him, he's an Archon so why even bother being careful
Well he didn't expect this effect
After being observed and noted on for almost an hour, his arousal grew, causing the bard to be whiny and annoying to the Alchemist, however he had research to do and couldn't just dismiss him, so Venti dismissed himself!
When the Alchemist looked away for a moment he would notice the bard had disappeared like the wind, he would look for him but of course he wouldn't be able to find him.
Venti is already on his way to find a special someone, this aphrodisiac brought the more feral side of him, he wanted nothing more then to just breed you right then and there when he noticed your soft smile as you spoke to Captain Keaya.
His jealousy grew, if the green eyed monster was a person it was Venti.
Of course he was stride over and wrap his arms around you, whining some as his eyes shared a glare to the captain that was far from his normal behavior
Luckily for Kaeya since he knew ventis identity he wasn't about to just play with his life here, sayo g his goodbyes before leaving the two of you alone
"What was that? I hope I didn't say anything" oh so innocent, not one bit aware of your overly jealous and arousal Archon lover giving the captain the scare of a life time
Oh how he will ruin you tonight
And like he thought out in his mind the whole time he's dragging you home, he would see your beautiful eyes looking up at him with tears as his cock slams back into you, he's already came twice as well as you but his Archon stamina never faltered.
Whining and groaning "oh my muse you feel so good, so tight~"
He praised his mate as he continues to pound into them through the night, only ever stopping once the sun started to peek over the mountains.
When you gotten pregnant it was definitely a shock for him, he really didn't think your soft mortal body could bare a child of an Archon, but he wasn't complaining.
Constantly rubbing your swollen belly, giving your neck kisses and huming tunes to you.
He would always sing you to sleep when you had trouble, always finding the freshest apples and cutting them for you, and whenever it got too hot his winds would cool you down easily
Unlike the other two he didn't have to worry about someone interfering with his mate
However if Zhongli did try to visit on this rare occasion he would definitely keep a wing over you, only ever using his Archon form to try an intimidate the other Archon who honestly could care less on that.
Venti is a mix of the other two, he's very attentive but also very lazy as well.
That's what I have for this part! I can make other parts upon requested! 😌
Got inspired and made a Modern!Scaramouche x FemReader!
Tagging @hitomisuzuya because they're the local Scara simp 💜
⚠Warnings⚠:Alcohol Consumption, unprotected sex, Scara being an ass, cigarette useage.
Bad Influence
Scaramouche, the indigo haired male you've come to swoon over despite being told not to. He's a distant man, often straying away from people, always hanging out in alleyways and the roof of the collage you both attend.
You love him. He makes the sun shine brighter and the stars twinkle brighter. Your heart beats faster when he touches your back to move past or to move you aside.
You want to kiss him so bad it hurts.
The worst part is he didn't really acknowledge your existence, always brushing over your attempts to talk, only ever sparing you the time of day to ask where something or someone was. You've never given up though because you're determined to win his affections. He may be cold and unapproachable, but you have a stubborn streak. Even if it took an extra few months to get to him, he eventually would come around. The world just needed a little push in that direction.
Normally people would say this is a good thing, being as he was a bad influence, constantly in trouble. But that didn't stop your determination to gain his affection . Scaramouche has a lot to do with your current predicament. A couple days ago you were hanging out with some friends at the collage and you got roped into drinking after school. A large party raged as it was being hosted by the popular Football player Itto, you only went because your friend dragged you here, however you got into a drinking game with her and some others resulting in your head going fuzzy, you excused yourself to go try and find the bathroom, not that you needed to go but you hoped it would be quieter to try and collect your self.
You never realized that Scaramouche had also dormed in the same dormitory as Itto, never really been thought of until your hand gripped the wrong doorknob, opening it to a dark room. It was hard to see compared to the flashing lights of the party.
You didn't have much time to make out what room you had entered before hearing him, it was Scaramouche's room, he was laying on his bed, face flushed, distorted into an angry look with his hand gripping his cock, now red and throbbing. You had walked in on him during such an intimate moment.
"Hey dumbass! Can you hear me?! I asked why the hell you opened my door! " he shouted , making you jump from the sound of his voice. You were still trying to regain your composure, you felt a blush coming onto your cheeks and your eyes darted to anywhere else
"S-Sorry! I didn't know this was y-your room, I'll just-"
"Hey aren't you that weirdo that keeps following me around like a lost puppy? Yeah, Y/N wasn't it?" He sighed sitting up some not even bothering to cover himself, his soft indigo hair sticking to his face with sweat as his dangerous eyes looked at you.
Your face blushing hard not sure what to do, mind swirling with thoughts as your body heated up, dampening your panties.
This was one instance where you wished you weren't a girl. At least that way you'd have enough self control and wouldn't be acting like a hormonal teenager.
Scaramouche smirked noticing how flustered you seemed.
"Close the door and come over here" He commanded in a dark tone, you could leave if you wanted, he wasn't forcing you to stay but..this is what you've been fantasizing about since you seen him, to be in his arms at his
You did as he requested and stood facing him, your fingers fiddling with each other in front of you. You could feel your chest tighten with nervousness, your breath getting short. You were shaking lightly, you couldn't believe you were doing this. You were practically going through every sexual fantasy you had ever had.
He sat in his bed facing you "On your knees" he said as you complied, now level to his throbbing member, a bead of precum now gathering on the tip
"Suck it"
he said as you obliged. His lips wrapped around and sucked the bead off, earning a groan from him in response. Twirling your tongue around the head as you made your way further to take him whole , taking deep breaths in effort not to gag while you did so. Once he gave you permission you lifted your head, his dick twitching and leaking more fluid in response, the sight giving you all kinds of pleasure. It was like watching a fucking porn star, you swore you couldn't breathe as it sent shivers up your spine.
He pulled you up and onto his bed as his lips pushed against yours, his slender fingers making quick work of your shorts and panties, plunging two into your soaking heat, muttering against your lips "You're already so wet, you've been thinking about doing this have you slut? " his lilac eyes half lidded as his soft lips pressed against your neck, sucking and biting against the skin. "Tell me how badly you need this bitch..."
you moaned, his hand roaming your body as you moved your hips against his hand, his mouth moving towards your breasts as his hot breath warmed them. "Fuck... i-I need you scara" you moaned out , pulling away from your neck for air."Good" he breathed out as you felt the tip nudge against your hole
"you better be glad I'm inpatient tonight or I'd make you wait for it, you're mine now~" he murmured, thrusting once, then again into you. This caused you to let out another cry, feeling your stomach contract as your pussy clamped down on his cock, pushing your own arousal to greater heights, "Please...." you whimpered
"Please what? " he asked groaning some as his hips snap back against yours in a harsh pace, your cries now louder as your inner walls rubbed against the base of his cock, you tried to move back against him and he pulled away from you as you began to shake, feeling your legs trembling underneath you
"Please faster, deeper" you begged, moaning out as he growled, his hips picking up pace as his nails cut into your soft hips, arousal dripping down the length of his cock. He shoved harder as you bucked your hips, feeling your orgasm begin to build.
"Shit!" he grunted as he thrust into you as deep as possible, causing you to gasp and squirm underneath him, "Oh Fuck Y/N you're going to cum like a fucking whore" he groaned as he came inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to thrust into you, his breathing heavy as he held you close to him, his cock pulsating inside you. You felt your climax building as you felt your body tense up, your muscles clenching around him as you cried out loud. Your vision began turning white as you felt a small surge in your core as you finished your high. As the last wave left you, the pressure on your lower abdomen subsided, leaving you weak and exhausted as your entire body quivered.
His body laying besides yours, it didn't take long for you to smell that familar smell of cigarette smoke, His arm behind your head as your leaned against him. You both lay in silence, content to just lie there, listening to the faint sounds of partying.
please do write an essay about wanderer one day i would love to read it <3
i love you. he is so <3 (essay under the cut because im crazy)
scara/wanderer/whatever you want to call him is so interesting to me because like. out of the train wreck that was inazuma, he managed to be one of the only well-written characters. and he wasn't even on the playable roster for that nation. incredible. why was inazuma so bad
in a way, his character actually functions to draw attention to a lot of the problems i personally have with the way ei/raiden and inazuma are written, namely that ei sucks and never sees a single consequence for her actions or even like. tries to fix her mistakes in any tangible way. Scaramouche was her prototype puppet, meant to be a test run for the eventual figurehead for inazuma which would run on unchangeable ideals while ei fucked off to her mind palace forever. he was not actually used for this purpose because ei saw him CRY and decided he wasn't fit to rule a country, and instead of like... idk doing anything RATIONAL with him she was just like ok. i'll let him sleep forever i guess. surely he will not wake up and resent me for this and turn evil. anyway. obviously he wakes up and realizes why mama ei abandoned him. he of course does not take this well. he internalizes the idea that his emotions made him weak and useless from. basically the moment of his conception. his emotional response is the reason he wass essentially abandoned by his mother. (to be fair, it's unclear if ei was aware that he retained consciousness, but still. throwing him out like trash because he had EMOTIONS was fucked up). this sets the stage for the way his mental state deteriorates over the course of the next couple hundred years.
so the poor kid has been abandoned by his mother for feeling things. bad start. but another important piece of this story is that, as per ei's original design for a puppet figurehead of inazuma, scara was essentially built to house her gnosis (essentially the heart of an archon.) since he never actually got used for that purpose, though, he feels as though he is missing a fundamental part of himself. as he wanders inazuma, he feels that lack of a heart harder and harder as he attempts to connect to humans and finds that he can't quite connect with them. (this is what i think of as his 'trying to be human' era) He struggles with the idea of mortality--specifically, a child that he befriends dies prematurely, and scara can't help but view it as a betrayal--"how could he break his promise and leave me behind?" he becomes acutely aware of the fact that he is not quite human and not quite god, but something in between--something that lacks the ability to feel like a human but was too emotional to fulfil its purpose as a god.
mortality and emotional response, to scara, become signs of weakness. he was discarded due to his emotionalness. his human friends' mortality took them from him. he grows to despise and reject both, which kickstarts his 'trying to be a god era,' which is how we've seen him in-game thus far. the thing is, he doesn't REALLY want to be a god. he wants to be loved. he wants validation and respect and family--everything that was taken away from him when ei threw him out, and when his human friends abandoned him. he tried it one way, tried playing pretend as a human, and only found more pain and suffering, so he decides to swing hard in the other direction, developing a superiority complex as a cover-up for his insane abandonment issues. No one can hurt a god. no one can abandon a god. no one can call a god weak. a god doesn't need friends or family or love because a god is all-powerful. he is convinced that if only he can attain true godhood--a gnosis, the item he was created to house, he will FINALLY be happy. and he decides that it doesn't matter how many people he has to hurt to do it.
(btw, throughout this entire time, ei has been in her mind palace being a deadbeat mom and deliberately ignoring the havoc her son is wreaking on the nation SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE RUNNING. he even sends a message of introduction to the raiden shogun at some point ("tell her my name is kunikuzushi") which i can only assume was meant to make it back to ei and maybe get her to CARE A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE KID SHE BROKE but she either never recieved it because the raiden shogun sucks equally as hard as she does or she heard it and didn't care. ughhhh.)
anyway. obviously this little insane attempt at attaining godhood does not end well for scara. i cant rewatch that sumeru archon quest cutscene without losing all brain function but you know what i mean. he fucks up. his hubris is his downfall. his attempt to bury his emotions and his humanity in order to ascend to godhood give him far too much confidence, and he loses the battle. nahida takes the gnosis and then fucking immediately gives it back to dottore because she sucks. scara's final attempt at finding some sort of place for himself in the world fails spectacularly and leaves him mentally and physically destroyed.
and in 3.3 he is going to wake up and keep going. and i am so so so so excited. i want to know how he heals. I want to see him reconcile with his humanity and his emotions AND with his origins in godhood, and i think having nahida and the traveler help him do that is gonna be so good if they do it right. i LOVE that they're allowing him to still retain a lot of that selfishness and smugness and attitude that makes him compelling as a villain, while ALSO seemingly letting him reconnect with his humanity and become better. i do still hope he gets to beat the shit out of ei tho
Scaramouche after getting his Mecha suit. (Comic by me )
