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12:28 ✩ : mahou shojo’s dedication (magical girl’s dedication)

genre : harbinger ! Scara x magical girl reader, female reader, suicidal thoughts, sensitive topics, death, violence, trauma, swearing, and love

note : I’ve decided to complete this project of mine ! I’ve been searching so hard for this exact thing so I decided to write it for myself 😭 (please make another one of these so I can enjoy myself too!!)

A being that transcends the wretched universe that you were created in, gave you mercy and a wish in exchange for your own soul at the cost of losing it to a fate worser than the poverty that you so desperately wanted to escape from.. you couldn't ever be more in debt, the entity granted you a wish, the wish of being drowned in riches..

Yet the thought crossed your mind that you still felt the hole in your heart begging for emotions, hope, despair, love? Love. The stupid emotions that would drag you down..you've been fighting witches for 3 years. Your soul gem has been close to being shattered and dirtied multiple times yet you still got up because of fear, fear for the life which you've hated all these years, fear for turning into the witches you were fighting…

It was strange really, defeating so many witches.. collecting their grief seeds every possible moment just to live your desperate life… it felt horrible, you wanted to die… your soul gem was gaining so many impurities more than you defeated witches… you hated this life..yet you had to live with the pain and convince yourself it was positivity.

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Your transformation outfit :

Entering a labyrinth on accident you instantly transformed with your soul gem and spear in hand. Alert as you made your way deeper in..

While searching for the witch in the labyrinth you’ve entered, you stumbled across a young man fighting familiars of the witch with electro,

ah yes if you remember correctly a person said that a vision is a gift from a god and can give you elemental powers to fight or just simply use.. it certainly seems more better than exchanging your soul. But, you never deserved to be blessed by a god anyway..

You tensed up as you saw one of the familiars, a crab like creature jumping up and opening its claw towards his head .. in an instant you ran towards him,

obliterating the creature with your spear.. the remaining of them died one by one, a slice to the head, or guts exploding… either way your outfit was covered with blood which started to turn into water.. ‘strange…’ you thought..

While observing the situation you hadn’t realized the young man you had just saved was holding a katana to your neck in an instant..

“If you’re trying to fucking kill me then do it in a place where I can comprehend what I’m seeing..” he spoke with a harsh tone, his gaze shot daggers through you as you were leaded to kneel in front of him as a way to save yourself.. “now tell me, who are you? And state what the fuck is this place..what’s happening?!”

You looked up at him, his eyes looking back down at you. Looking up to his face you had realized he was more beautiful than what you would describe his wraith as… think about what you were gonna say you had realized it would be hard to explain it all…

Welp, this is going to be a long story..

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notes : I’m so sorry for making this short, I’m rushing on my exams since they just came up.. 😭

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Hello! Sorry for the delay!! Returning back to the magical girl! Reader X Harbinger! Scaramouche fanfic I’m working on I got into a little trouble with choosing the dress the reader will transform into, here they are

This will also determine your weapon so yeah!

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11:39 ✩ : mahou shojo’s dedication (magical girl’s dedication)

genre : harbinger! scaramouche x magical girl user,

notes :

A worthless girl, thrown on the street muddy and dirty. Never seen, never heard, never existed. Just left there to die at the age of 15. Yet.. what did you do to deserve this power? This worth? This wish..?

A being that transcends the wretched universe that you were created in gave you mercy and a wish in exchange for your own soul at the cost of losing it to a fate worser than the poverty that you lived in.. you couldn’t ever be more in debt, the entity granted you a wish, the wish of being drowned in riches..

Yet the thought crossed your mind that you still felt the hole in your heart begging for emotions, hope, despair, love? Love. The stupid emotions that would drag you down..you’ve been fighting witches for 3 years. Your soul gem has been close to being shattered and dirtied multiple times yet you still got up because of fear, fear for the life which you’ve hated all these years.

Feeling empty..

While fighting witches you’ve stumbled upon a fair man (cough cough scara) picking up a soiled soul gem as an—

Sorry yall this was a wip and idk if I wanna complete it. 🫰🫰 (I’ve never watched madoka magica btw so I’m sorry 😭😭)

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WHERES PART 3??!?

#the memory of you (chapter two)

—it all starts when you saw someone who looked like someone you know in a game, only to come to know that it was him all along 

—(or) scaramouche gets transported to Earth and you have become a part of his story 

CHARACTERS. self aware! Scaramouche; gn! gamer! Reader

THEMES. reversed isekai; self aware!scaramouche; fluff; crack; angst 

WARNINGS. mentions of his real name; may have curses from reader and scara

WORD COUNT. 2k words 

NOTES. actually, you may read this without reading chapter one but the two are connected! chapter three will be out either before the 29th or by august but either way, prepare tissues because it’s certainly gonna make u cry 

The Memory of You; Beginning / Mean / End 

“You are so bad at this.” 

“What did you say?” 

You laughed, repeating your words with a louder voice, “I said; you’re so bad at this!” 

You were not even looking at him, but you could tell that he was getting irritated by the second, more so at his phone, his screen showing the graphics of the same game you had been playing these past few months—oh yes, good old Genshin Impact. 

“Why is he even so weak? Is he really this useless?! What a joke!” 

You peaked on his mobile screen and inquired “Who are you even talking about?” you paused, peeking your eyes to his game, “The traveler?” 

Keep reading

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11:21 ✩ : Simply an Invisible State

genre : angst (?)

notes : idk rlly, this is for wanderers birthday so yeah, it’ll be related to that :3

Your life was ordinary, average understandings of your work, study’s, yet all of it was only ordinary. It hurt you deep down in a way. Your life was happy and comfy, you had a good friend group, good relationships with family. It was either good or average and that single fact hurt you deeply knowing no matter how hard you try the results will never be recognizable.

But, that boy could do everything you’ve ever dreamed of in your lifetime by not even trying. He could fall asleep during a lesson and still get the best score, he never had to work for it, has he?

Once you had finally gotten home to your apartment you broke apart on your bed and started crying like a baby, your bottom lips popping out as you began to cry for the childhood where you could have done anything all over again. “M-mommy… I miss you.. dad.. mom… everyone.. I hate it here.. help me.. I’m scared. I don’t wanna keep on going..” your pleading fell on deaf ears.

‘Why, why, why, why, why, why???’ This sense of inferiority swallowed you at your every core, once you die you’ll just be a faint whisper in the wind, your spirit was that weak, once you die you’ll never be brought up again, that feeling.. no, that knowledge was what was exactly leading you to your end, a singular fact like this was exactly how you’d describe despair in its ugly yet captivating form.

It hurt, all you ever wanted was to be recognized. You’ve tried so hard on all of your subjects. It won’t work, you’ll never be recognized in anyway; your smarts were average yet enough just to pass the entrance exam just to pursue endless knowledge just as your dreams said you would as a child.. yet they never came true.

— in which of this case you had finally decided to leave the akademiya.

You had travelled to your last trip for the akidemiya in the rain forest. Apparently it was Wanderer’s birthday, perhaps you should say happy birthday when he comes around..

“Hey, you.” A cold voice had repeated itself for the twelfth time, it had finally reached through the fog your mind put itself around.. that voice was oh so familiar though..

“Happy birthday…” you turn to the boy slowly, putting on a gentle smile.. wishing for him not to notice but also wishing he would notice the sadness your in to comfort you with loving eyes. You’d beg anyone to notice you in an abnormal way. Anything to break this life of loops. What bullshit.. watching the characters in the play acting as if they don’t want their friends to worry about them, who the fuck would want that? No wonder why the play was deemed fiction.

His eyes widened for a second before turning into a scowl, it broke your heart even more.. craving for validation. “You’re pathetic.” .. he had said the very truth.

note : lmao not completing this it sucks.

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8:50 ✩ : the day mortality takes you away

genre : angst

notes : FIRST TIME WRITING ACTUAL ANGST, don’t attack me 😭😭 (idk im just writing don’t expect too much)

You sat in your bed, or rather the bed the hospital provided for you. You’d had always been weak, late childhood up to your adult ages.. yet it had never been to the point where you couldn’t move, as if the time around you had stopped yet for others it had only gotten faster, whether in sadness, happiness, anger, or fear.

You, at the age of 23 years old hadn’t even gotten the chance to even go to college, have adventures, or gotten to experience the joy of life in this golden age where you could practically do anything you wanted. It was unfair, the drowning feeling which sank your heart to the pits of your stomach just to digest.

You remember the happy and even painful times with your lover, either one you missed all of them, even that traitor who promised you they weren’t and never were apart of those wretched Fatui, the people who took the life of your father without a single ounce of shame or guilt. Your mom died recently too which made your feelings of loss even more worse.

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The door opened to a daily visitor in which the sight of him made you feel all the feelings of anger and grief flood all in again. Him trying to apologize for lying and wishing all that to see that soft smile of yours directed towards him.. instead replaced with a look of betrayal and grief towards him, you scowl.

“…you.. didn’t I tell you to just leave already?!” You said in anger as you threw the beautiful flowers right in his face with the remaining strength you had, panting heavily just with that tired yet irritated throw you had done.

He just looked at you blankly the tiny yet obvious sparkle in his eyes gone as if evaporated just like your hope and love. The flowers fell to the floor petals scattered all around the room. “I won’t stop visiting until you forgive me, it’s only then I will stop the daily visits. I miss your smile, I’ll leave the Fatui I promise— I’ll have so much time with you and we can finally explore the world of teyvat just like you wished for so please..” he said in that stubborn yet desperate tone as he begged , like every single visit he does..

“…I’m sorry.” He finally says, Scaramouche’s hand lightly touches yours only to be slapped away, following with soft yet angry words of wishing you never met him in your life..

note : yall, I’ll update this if it gets popular, no more polls 😭

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11:24 ★ : what’s the point in this life?

genre : fluff, angst (?)

note : scaramouche x reader > ^ < ,, haven’t worked on a fanfic in like.. three months 😨 story taking place a few years after Scaramouche joined the Fatui :3 (please reblog, it would help)

You took pleasure in seeing people laugh or genuinely being happy and enjoying life and the phenomenon called love. You worked as a clown on the outskirts of Inazuma, a nation known for horrible storms and lightning.

You, yourself took in the common fears of little children and personality. Which made you perfect for the “kids” side of the striped tent in which you worked in. When a storm struck you would gasp or yelp in unison with the kids and wait as they huddled up close to your, looking at you as the “bigger kid” or the “adult” in the situation.

Your fears and personality were relatable with little kids which made you a big hit once you had joined the show as a clown, yet you’d like to consider yourself a jester since you referred to the kids as royalty.

Months gone by as you worked there, you were envious of the kids playing as your childhood was deprived of love and decency.. but we’ll get into your past later..

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The puppet sighed irritated by the Doctor’s words, the thought was ridiculous. Visiting some distant circus to people laughing and kids pushing and shoving, if someone were ever to shove him aside like he was nothing, whether on accident or not. He would immediately kill everyone there.

“I have better things to do than see some dimwits waste their time making kids laugh only to get decent pay. I’d almost feel sorry if I didn’t have better things to do.” The puppet scowls, his eyebrows furrowing. Scaramouche glanced at Dottore with annoyance, turning his head back to the paper works he was originally working on.

The Doctor chuckled before chucking one circus ticket his way, after he so he clapped his hands together, rubbing it against each other wiping the non-existent dust off his gloves. “I think you’ll enjoy the pity show, it’ll be amusing watching someone desperate to make a fool out of themselves.”

In response the Harbinger working with a pen retorts irritated. “I don’t have the time for this type of thing! It’s irrelevant to me, I don’t like crowds anyway either. Why would you think I would go to that shit place willingly?!” He slams his pen to the desk, grabbing the ticket ready to rip it—yet he stopped for a second. “Why do you even have this in the first place?” He stared agitated yet confused at the blue haired man, of course it isn’t of many surprise that the man would try to pull off something like this.

“What happens if I were to tell you that one of the surviving residents of Tatarasuna were to work there?” The man grinned at the seated Harbingers reaction.. with eyes widened he looked down at the ticket then at Dottore with disbelief. “You really expect me to believe that?!” He snapped, bad memories being dug up from the depths of his mind and it being rubbed in his fair face. “Ah, yes. I’m sure of this, a reminder of the past still lingers alive.”

His past was supposed to be burned in ashes all of it.. oh well, it’s only one mortal. Not worth death. “..who cares.. how do you know this?” Scaramouche eyed Dottore suspiciously. “That’s a secret for now..”

—✦ 12:35

notes: BITCH I DONT WANNA CONTINUE THIS SHIT😭😭😭😨😨🙏🙏🙏😔😔 I wanna go to sleep now, also putting a poll for voting, this considered part 1 ig … 😭💀 GO FAMOUS MY CUTE LITTLE WORDS

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Just some doodles

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Scaramouche best friend head canons!

Flirts with you as a joke

Likes messing with your hair/twirling it, styling it, or just straight up doing anything with it.

He’s the newsboy in his neighbor hood

If the both of you went to a pool then he would make you play rock paper scissors with him underwater

Would absolutely make your mama jokes and uses the same jokes he told before after he makes sure you forgot that joke since it’s old

Always brings an umbrella to school, but when it actually rains he doesn’t use it, he gets soaking wet just for the attention or sympathy/ if there’s no one around then he just uses it.

Loves clowns/he has multiple clown ocs and one of them is based off of you.

WOULD SAY “mwah.”

Probably has a tiny little bald spot on the back of his head but it’s barely noticeable

Loves it when you call him pookie but pretends to hate it.

Uses the word “okay” too much ex: “how are you?” “Okay.”|”how was your day?” “Okay.”|what did you do?” “Okay-“

Irl cinderella

Carry’s a lollipop in his mouth every live second to look cool💀

NOTES: that’s all^^ have a great day. I was just a little bored writing this

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PITTERxPATTER_music club!

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“Ugh…. Maybe I stayed up too late.” You looked up at your computer screen, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun still playing. You turn off your computer as you clumsily stepped to your bed, your eyes glance at your alarm clock. “Damn, 1:03? And I have to wake up at 5:30.. fuck.” Your eyes return to the ceiling above you..

Your alarm clock goes off. “Mm..? “ you lazily turn “6:45?!” You bolt out of bed and ran to go get ready you even had to skip breakfast but oh well… you ran to your bike already out of breath.. fortunately you made it to the first class… “Woah [name]! You look like you’ve haven’t slept in ages!” A painfully familiar voice called out, your short childhood friend. Venti, Venti was kinda your only friend in a way.. but he was very annoying!.. “Shut up Venti..” you responded softly as class begun…

A few classes pass by..

“[name]! [name]! Wake up!! You’re gonna miss lunch!” You slowly woke up, a bit drowsy.. “I don’t really care..” “YEAH! But you’re going to!” Venti called out, he stomped his foot. “Ok.. fine… geez, plus. I didn’t even bring some lunch anyways so you just woke me up for nothing! And I’m broke..” you yawn “ok then, you can share with me!” he was really confident. “Who made it?” You sit up. “Uhm… me?” Your face turns into a scowl “your cooking is trash, Venti.” “come on!! Oh, I was thinking of joining the baking club! Or…food club..?” You deadpan. “Oh my god… and, are you trying to poison the school?” Venti frowns. “At least I socialize~ ehe. Have you even tried to join a club yet?” “Uh? No. Is it a requirement? No? Oh. Ok.” The boy puffs up his face. “Hey you didn’t even let me talk! And, I don’t wanna be friends with a weeb! Like you..”

“Excuse me?” You pinch his cheek “don’t call me a weeb. And also, didn’t you already join a club? If so then are you even still allowed to join another club?” “Uhhh…uhhh… UHHHHH-“ you flick his forehead. “Ow! What was that for?” “For being annoying-. Oh.. lunch is over.” Your reaction was blank while Venti was absolutely horrified. “WHAT?! Awww… [name]! I’m putting my wine on your name!” Your eyes widen “wha-“ Venti ran away giggling.. “Oh god.-“

After that conversation ended you knew your wallet was going to be on life support by the end of school.. fortunately. Venti returned after the bell rang. “Heyyyyyy…. You know what I said earlier… forget it-“ “what’s with this?” You eyed him suspiciously.. “look.. I really want you to join my club as a pianist since you’re so good at typing fast!!” He bowed. “Uhh.. you don’t have to be so formal about it. And I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.” You say as warm colors start to fill the sky, to the classroom. “Oh c’mon! Here, I’ll introduce you to our members!” He grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the classroom as you stumbled along as you try to keep up with venti.

“H-hey! Where are you even taking me?!” Venti’s sly grin over took his face. Cluttered sounds of shoes filled the empty hallway. “To the music room of course!~”