#((Another Kabukimono!!! :D))

[kitsune-saiguu]

A figure in a red and black and purple Liyuese outfit with indigo hair and eyes spots the kitsune as he walks through the city again, turning to watch her.

"...Guuji Hakushin?"

@imperator-solitarius

Saiguu turns around from hearing someone say one of her titles trying to find who ever said it.

"Guuji Hakushin? Hmm...Now that's a title i haven't heard in a very long time."

Saiguu says before giggling

"I wonder who said it, I don't think 'The Raiden Shogun' would be outside but that's the only person besides Miko that i can remember who would use that title"

Saiguu mumbles softly now trying to think of someone else who would remember her.

[bugsbia]

ʚ NSFW Alphabet with Scaramouche

ʚ BEFORE READING: Fem reader, Scara is pretty rough in this one since it's focused on Fatui era Scaramouche. Will probably also do a Wanderer and Kabukimono era versions. Also, to anyone who has sent a request, I will be getting to those <3

ʚ WARNINGS: Scara is distant and mean!! Just don't read this if you can't handle rough kinks<3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Scaramouche does not like his aftercare, he thinks it's another pointless human ritual that he see's no point in, human emotions are truly pointless to him, as is their comfort. He'd much rather just fuck your brains out then go back to do his own thing without a word being exchanged afterwards, truly you're just a toy for him to use when he can't hold back anymore, or at least that's what he tries to convince himself.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

He doesn't have a specific favourite, he just prefers whatever is most sensitive since he can use that to torture you. Whatever it is, your nipples, your thighs, even if it's your throat, he'll use it against you. He'll bite you, slap you, do whatever he can to watch you squirm beneath him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He avoids cumming inside of you, he's not sure if he can get you pregnant since he's a puppet but he doesn't want to risk it. he doesn't need some sort of pregnancy scandal because that would not only tie him to someone but it would also cause problems within his job. But he'll gladly cum on your face, he can't deny the satisfaction he feels when he see's your fucked out face covered in his cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty little secret is that he actually thinks your moans are like music to his ears, just so perfect that it drives him crazy, ESPEICALLY when you moan his name. It sends him reeling, he always ends up losing control and just pounding into you whenever you moan his name.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experience is not something he has, he spent most of his life wandering around Teyvat as The Kabukimono which didn't exactly bring about a lot of chances for him to gain any experience. Truthfully you were his first, but he pretends you weren't, he doesn't want you to know something so vulnerable about him. So he'll continue on pretending you're just one of many girls just drooling over him, when in reality you're the only one he's willing to sleep with.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Nothing beats missionary to him, it's simple and not physically demanding but also gives him perfect access to you. He can easily reach down and choke you, tease your nipples or drive you crazy by tormenting your clit. Also means he gets to see all your reactions, every tear that may spill from your eyes, if you drool, he'll get to see it all.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious, he is dead serious. He won't catch him being goofy or silly, he's above such things.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Scaramouche is a puppet, he doesn't exactly grow body hair, nor does the hair on his head grow. It's all artificial, but if you expressed an interest in body hair then maybe he'd ask dottore about hair implants...

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is not something he is willing to give, for now at least, sex is just sex. A way to release his frustrations and feel good after stressful days of working for the Fatui.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really masturbate, why would he when he can always just drag you over? You're his well behaved slut, and he plans on taking advantage of that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

One thing about Scaramouche is that he always wants to be above, above everyone, he wants to be a god afterall, and that doesn't change during sex. He will lose it whenever you worship him in any way, when you kneel before him and suck his cock like your life depends on it. He's your god, and you better act like it or else he'll find a way to punish you for sinning against him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office, he likes railing you in his office. He doesn't really like the Fatui and see's it as some big "fuck you" to them, to be fucking your brains out during his work hours, on the desk or the chair they paid for. It's too fun for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you try act all defiant against him, act like you're not interested in having sex with him anymore. It just drives him to break you down, and he always does. He'll pin you down against the bed and pound you till you're a sobbing mess, begging for his forgiveness and confessing how much you enjoy having sex with him how good it feels when he fills you up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do not ever mutter an "I love you" to him during sex, unless you want him to stop mid session that is. He can't handle that level of intimacy yet, he's not sure he even fully understands love.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving and receiving, he doesn't care, either way works. When you suck him off he gets to watch you choke and drool all over his cock, gets to see you all messy and desperate. On the other hand he gets to drives you over the edge when he eats you out, he gets to lick and suck at your cunt till you're a sobbing mess. He loves the way you whine and cry when you're getting overstimulated.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough all the time, he has no time for sensuality and slowness, he doesn't care for it if it's in an intimate way. He will go slow though if it means torturing you and making you beg, that's an opportunity he cannot skip.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes his quickies, but also enjoys spending hours driving you wild, it just depends on his schedule. If he has a busy day then he'll pull you into an alleyway and have his way, or maybe he'll make you suck his cock from under his desk while he's working. If he isn't busy then he'll take his time with it, he likes watching you get desperate when he's taking a long time,

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Scaramouche does not fuck with risky business very much, he refuses to put his reputation at risk after he worked so hard for it. The riskiest he'll get is fucking you in his office, knowing someone might hear as they walk past, but he'll always lock the door. Hearing is all they'll get.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As a puppet he has an absolute ton of stamina and you really shouldn't test that, he'll easily push you past your limits if you push his buttons too much. He wouldn't mind fucking you till you pass out, and he easily could.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own toys originally, but he ended up buying a few after coming upon you. A few vibrators he'll use on you while he fucks you, maybe a dildo he'll use to fuck your ass. He'll never let you use anything on him though, even if he knows it'll make him feel good. He won't let you have any control over him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you look in the dictionary his name would written underneath unfair because he will tease you all he can, he loves how you react when he teases you. When he calls you a slut and you whine, or when he slows down and watches you get frustrated.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not very loud, but he's not silent. He'll groan and moan quietly, but he'll do his best to keep it quiet since he doesn't want to embarrass himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Scaramouche would, without a doubt, using his electro abilities during sex. Pushing his fingers your clit and sending small zaps of electro against it just to see you gasp and whine at the sensation, maybe he'll zap your nipples too just to see you jump slightly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Blessed by the gods (aka given by dottore) about 7 inches long and good girth. He's hairless by default as mentioned earlier, but will talk to The Doctor about it if you like hair.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is a high, it's a rare time in his life where he gets to feel pleasure so he finds himself constantly wanting to go back and have his way with you whenever he can. It's too good to not do.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep afterwards, he won't be caught asleep by anyone since it's such a vulnerable position. He'll leave you to sleep in his bed and go do whatever he has to do.

[hhonghu]

(Reader is immortal)

I can imagine Scara being embarrassed of his past sex obsessed self, Kabukimono, he claims that he is so much better than that now, and much more mature, that is what he tells his subordinates. He is such a liar.

If only his subordinates knew that Scara still begs for your cock almost everyday.

If only his subordinates knew that he jerks himself off at the thought of you, and owns various dildos that he always imagines are you.

If only his subordinates knew just how much of a cock slut their leader was before and how he is a bigger slut now.

If only his subordinates knew that he moans and cries like a cheap whore when you fuck him with just the tip of your cock.

If only his subordinates knew just how crazy he gets when he sees the bulge on his stomach that is formed by your cock and begs for more.

Moral of the story, is that Scara is a slut. He was before, and he still is now.

[Thirst]!

anon you are heavensent !! adsfkjhkjgh my brain can't handle this so i sprinkled a bit of angst teehee >:)

let's say that reader thought they lost kabukimono, stumbles upon scaramouche who was on a mission. you didn't hold back, you cried for him, running and embracing him, twirling him around in your arms in happiness as you tell him that you missed him, that you've been wandering the entirety of teyvat in search of him. as you were lost in your feelings, scaramouche was at awe. you kept looking for him? even if he left you for your own good? and here you are, embracing as you've now found him, out of all times. he was happy really! but this wasn't the right time! he planned to reach godhood then find you, to finally reunite with you once again once he's stronger, better.

while all this was going on, his subordinates stare in shock as some random person just shouted out in happiness and hugged their lord? does this fool not know what the hell they're doing? they know so much as glancing the wrong at scaramouche would send them early to their graves, so the absolute horror seeing being so casual and intimate with scaramouche was amusing. scara snapped out of his trance, immediate trying to pull away from you. you notice and frown, "darling? is there something—", "shhhh! be quiet for a bit!" he slaps his hand over your mouth and glare over his shoulder, eyes deadly glaring at his subordinates. "well? what are you waiting for? get back to work! if a word about this gets out, you'll never hear the end of it." they all scramble away, already fearing for their lives. after he's sure everyone has left, he turns back to you and finally hugs you back. he missed you so much.. your face, you kisses, you touch.. he misses them all and he is just as overjoyed as you are.

although, you were confused. what happened to your kabukimono? why did he shout out to those soldiers? spat out such cruel words? you let him go and set him down, about to ask him what happened to him before he grabs your hand and drags you to his private quarters, saying that you two can talk there. he knows you already had questions and he was nervous but he hoped you'd understand. after you two settled down next to one another, you began to ask him questions; where has he been? why did he leave you so suddenly? and why did he act so differently, so mean? "kabukimono, you've changed." you cupped his cheek, worry in your features. he melts to your touch and takes a deep breath, answering your questions. he explains to you his plans to obtain a gnosis and reach godhood, he explained once he became a god, he'll find you, so both of you can be together. he told you how he felt weak and that the betrayals he's experienced made a fire of helplessness burn inside him, he hated it.

"[name], i am no longer kabukimono. i have long dispose of this identity of weakness. i am now scaramouche, the sixth of the fatui harbingers."

to say you were devastated was an understatement, you were completely shattered. your kabukimono was gone? the boy you love was now a different person, discarded his entirety just like that. scaramouche sees the sadness that lingered in your face, he knew what you felt. you sweet, caring, naïve kabukimono was gone and you tried to wrap your head around it. were you not good enough? had you done something to have him utterly leave you alone with the memories you shared? had you not tried to protect and strengthen him in this cruel world?

"so.. this whole time of me wandering every nation in search of you no— kabukimono, was all for naught?" oh, how the feeling in his chest felt crushed when you said those words. silence falls for a moment, none of you talking as the situation comes crashing down. "i have changed for the better, [name]. i am no longer the weak, naïve,—" his face flushes, "sex obsessed boy you once knew.. i swore that human needs won't get in the way of my plans..", "if the sex was overwhelming you, you could've told me.." you muttered in response, "i can't tell you what you can't and can do, tell you what you should do or shouldn't do.. but, you can't just have left me like that, you know? when i found out you were, i waited. hours turn in to days, days turn in to months, months turn in to years. i caved in to emptiness. you were all and everything to me and hurt me that you were gone from my life just like that."

tears were flowing down your face and and caress his cheek, knowing that this will be the last time you'll see him. "then.. i won't get in your way. i understand on what your goal is and why you changed.. so.. i believe this will be the last time we'll ever be together." he felt fear go through his body, last time? "[n-name], you misunderstand—" you can't go, he can't let you go. he didn't think this through, he thought disposing of himself as kabukimono and becoming the balladeer, scaramouche, will free him of shackles human emotion. but why is it he can't let you go?

you get up and stand in front of him before he grabs your clothes as if trying to stop you from leaving. "i must go.. my journey to find my lover has come to an end, as he is no longer here. i apologize for disturbing you." he cries out and shakes his head, don't treat him this way! he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you close, refusing to let you go. he begins to sob into you clothes, "nonono, [name], you can't leave! i—" he swallows the lump in his throat. "i am afraid of becoming kabukimono again.. i don't want to be weak, i don't want to entangle you living a life of eternity with someone who cannot handle himself. if i become weak, then i'll crumble.."

you hug him tighter and comfort him as he cries out to you, hands roaming all over you as if you'll disappear if he lets go. "please.. stay with me.." he cups your cheek and kiss you, "if you stay.. i'll be kabukimono once again, just for you.. so please, don't go."

you ended up staying, even you can't leave him even if you say so. scaramouche ended up having to make up a story so that you'll be able to stay by his side. he told his subordinates that you were his right hand and they were to follow your orders or they were as good as dead. of course, you struggled at first doing pretending (you were a crafter, tf do you do carrying out orders a bunch of fatuis?) but after time, you began to get used to it as you were treated just as supreme as scaramouche.

remember when scaramouche said he's changed? in front of the fatui, you both were just lord and his right hand. but behind closed says otherwise.

so imagine your surprise when he can't get his hands off of you, pawing and whining for you. once his subordinates has left the room after a meeting, he jumps on you, mumbling how he needs something from you and how he needs it now. he unbuckles your pants, drooling down at your already hard cock. "someone seems desperate, huh?" he huffs, lapping up down you shaft. "you can't keep this away from me, [name], that's just mean."

you would be sent away for missions (much to both of your dismay) and he would be left absolutely frustrated without you. you only let him get a taste of your cock in his mouth and never cum inside, always finishing off on his face (you're petty like that lol) and even if he lets you, you know he is displeased because of the way his nails dig down your thighs. while he works, he thinks of you and your cock. he would rub his thighs together to try and get some relief to no avail. he would stomp his way to his private quarters that he shares with you (his subordinates averts their eyes whenever you come out of his room instead of your own) and toss himself to the bed, grabbing a pillow that was yours and bury his face in it, inhaling your scent. damn you and the godforsaken mission you were doing, he shouldn't have sent you away so he could've had you in his bed instead, fucking him into oblivion.

he undresses and grabs a box under the bed and digs out a dildo closest to your size, he just can't take it anymore! he begged your cock to be inside him before you left, saying how he missed it but instead just used his mouth, teasing him how he said he was a changed man and that sex without you shouldn't bother him (it does). he laps the dildo up, coating it in his saliva and shoving it into his mouth while he teases his hole with his fingers. lewd noises echo in his room as toys with himself, wishing it was you who was doing it. he then shoves the dildo inside him, squealing at the sensation before thrusting it in and out in a fast pace, his impatience getting the better of him. he needs to cum.

"hgnnngh—fhuck! [name], [name]♡! fuck me, please— nghh, haa♡! harder!", "yesyes— fhuuuuck! yes, right there♡! " no matter how the dildo hits his prostate, no matter how fast and hard he shoves it deep inside him, he can't cum without you.

and when you came back? oh, you were in it for a ride. literally.

he drags you back into your shared bedroom, kissing you roughly and almost tearing off your clothes and his. he pushes you the bed and straddles you, lustful eyes eying your body as you grab his hips and grind him down on your cock making him moan. "[naaame].. you'll fuck me, right? just how i like it? you'll fuck my hole nice and deep, right?", he drags his hands across his chest, tempting you as he flicks and pinches his nipples. "hmm, i don't know, scara." you tease. he whines, eyes glaring at you with a pout on his lips, don't call him that! "mind you, you've changed." you grab your cock and align it with his hole, teasing it. he tries to grind back down on you, to fully put in your dick inside him but you stop him, you grip on his hip tightening. "don't." you rock your his back and forth, only letting your tip inside him and he sobs, wiggling his hips to try to get you fully inside him. "[name] unghh—! don't.. don't tease! please put it inside! i need your dick in me, please!"

was fucking his hole finally after years of waiting worth it? every second of it. skin slapping and scara's moans reverberates in the room, your hips plunging back and forth in his ass. "don't stop— fhuuuck! fuck! don't stop♡!", "your cock hgnnnh— fhuck! it's all the way in my stomach♡! moremoremore♡!" you can feel him clench around you as you fasten his pace, knowing his orgasm is fast approaching. you're making him see stars, his back arching as your cock his prostate continuously. "make me cum, please, unghh— make me cum! i want to cum♡!", "go on ahead, kabukimono. go ahead and cum like the slut you are." and his body shakes uncontrollably, his orgasm overwhelming him as his dick spurts out cum. he cries out, your thrusts unrelenting and not stopping, his nails scratching you back and legs wrapping around your waist. "ooooohhhh— yes♡! i'm your slut, [name]! fuck me like one, fuck your slut, [name]♡!".

such a fucking slut.

guys i lied why is the angst longer lol JDFKASDGH keep ya'll thirsts coming everyone i'm drooling at your brains <33

[eating-figs-here]

guysss. Have u ever thought about how Kabukimono was a given name to Wanderer by his beloved community and now how. Hat Guy is another given name from his beloved community?? (it was started by Nahida but the others jumped onto it) like yes yes Wanderer has a history of being given names by others (squints at Scaramouche) but like. I find it really sweet how both Kabukimono and Hat Guy can be seen as silly and ridiculous names, bc frankly they are, but Wanderer is just like: yea that's me what about it??

I just love the mirroring of Kabukimono being asked by (someone? Was it Niwa??) if he really wanted to be called Kabukimono and he was just like: yes!! It's what my friends call me :D!! While Nahida turns to Wanderer and is like: What? I thought you liked being called Hat Guy? :]] and he. he doesn't deny it. It's like a neighborhood all universally agreeing on some stray cat's name. It's beautiful and kinda comforting to a degree? Bc it's like.. A verbal reassurance that he means something to his community. He IS someone to them, not a tool, not a means to an end. He is Kabukimono! The one seen helping around the forge and entertaining kids! The earnest and slightly out of depth newcomer that the village welcomes all the same! He is Hat Guy! A figure who has been seen tailing the Dendro Archon and saying cryptic things with a grin!! A new guy who joined Vahumana, and is even popular enough to the point that students actively seek him out!!

maybe I'm just personally weird about it because names hold a lot of meaning to me so I'm projecting on my resident little guy. but. I have many thoughts about Wanderer + his various identities and how the people he was surrounded by affected them. maybe I'll draw something about it to organize my ideas better.

[seabirdtxt]

It's been a while since I made a request to a blog, but I really enjoy your writing, and your AUs got my brain going with ideas (especially the Glitch AU). It has me thinking about how our favorite little Puppet boys would react to some of the... interesting hobbies I have: two of those being things like Doll making/repainting, and cosplaying/ general fantastical costuming.

I feel like both of these hobbies have the potential to lead to both hilarious situations and moments of being a bit... perturbed at best (especially doll making: the random assortment of doll limbs being places, or having naked dolls that are precariously hung from the ceiling to finish drying from paint jobs).

I do know that at least Kabukimono and Wanderer (Scara might have forgotten since he hadn't used the skill in a long time, and Wanderer likely relearned it) know how to sew, so the sewing part could be cute bonding time.

Could be platonic or romantic in nature: both would be fine. And also, fully understand it will probably take you time to get to this, of you even get to it at all. I just appreciate you taking the time to read this request~! Can't wait for your next bits of work: hope you have a wonderful day~!!! 💕💕💕💕

hey!! thanks so much for your request!! this was a funny idea bc i can't imagine any of scara's iterations being any good at collaboration but for all separate reasons lmao

I'm not too knowledgeable about doll making but hopefully you like this anyway :D i wrote it as a bit of a glitch!AU spinoff in my mind, but feel free to imagine any other scenarios these three clowns might come together for hahaha WC. 1.3k

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When the three puppets were told not to enter your room and disturb your hobby workstation, this isn’t what they had in mind. Wanderer thought maybe you did something embarrassing as a hobby, Scaramouche thought it might be something potentially dangerous especially if you intended to keep it a secret from them, while Kabukimono was certain that you did some sort of artistic craft that you preferred to keep hidden until the end product was finished.

All three of them were right, in some way or another. 

The three of them stand in your workshop, staring in horror at the dozens of separated doll components you’d strung up around the edges of the room. Scraps of tiny, doll-sized outfits were scattered around your desk, and a half-painted doll head was mounted on some sort of device in the middle of the chaos. The doll’s single painted eye watches their trespassing with silent judgment.

You’re glad you find them out so soon, and you have exactly three seconds to stop them from touching anything in the workshop.

“WhatareyouguysDOINGinhere?!” Nailed it. 

Kabukimono leaps a vertical foot into the air out of fright at your sudden and shrill outburst, while the other two react in more subdued manners before turning around to face you, standing in the doorway behind them. Your arms are outstretched, palms forward, and you’re braced as though you’re anticipating some sort of impact.

“Don’t. Touch. Anything.” You warn. “Not all of these are dry, and if you smudge anything I’ll have to restart them.”

“Why do you have a bunch of dismembered doll corpses?” Scaramouche asks, jerking his thumb at the precariously hanging doll components.

“A seller in Inazuma asked me if I could help him finish a few dolls, since I told him I used to do it as a hobby back in my world.” You explain, not dropping your guarded position. “If any of you want to eat dinner this week, I suggest you step away from the dolls. Slowly.”

“Can you not call them that?” Kabukimono complains to Scara as the trio carefully shuffle out of your workshop. “They’re not corpses, they just haven’t been put together yet.”

“Well, they aren’t alive either, so what’s your point?” 

“If you need some help completing them, I can pitch in.” The three of you look wide-eyed at Wanderer, who seems to immediately regret making the offer. He shrugs and looks away quickly. “Or not. Whatever.”

“I’d love some help,” you start hesitantly. “But what did you want to help with?”

“I can sew the clothes, I guess.”

Scaramouche’s nose wrinkles at this statement. “You can sew?”

“Why is that so surprising?” Wanderer counters, reaching into the inner lining of his haori and showing off a small, familiar cloth doll. Instantly, Kabukimono is patting himself down with a frantic expression, before pointing at Wanderer accusingly.

“Where did you get that?! I lost it a long time ago!”

“Heh, of course you did.” Wanderer smirks. “I made mine. What, are you telling me you never thought of making yourself a new one?”

“I was never good at doing the small stitches…” Kabukimono pouts, crossing his arms and eyeing the doll jealously. 

“That aside,” Wanderer continues, turning to you. “I can help you finish the clothes for your project dolls. The faster you can finish them, the faster you can retrieve the commission for them, right?”

“That’s true, I guess,” you acquiesce, already running the math in your head. If you could get the commission for the dolls early, you might not have to budget as hard this week. 

“I wanna help too!” Kabukimono declares, raising his hand (a bit redundantly, given he’s standing right next to you).

“Whatever,” Scaramouche snorts and waves dismissively as he begins to walk away. “If that’s what you nerds want to waste your time on, be my guest. As long as you don’t make it my problem, I don’t care what you do in your free time.”

“Party pooper,” you say, sticking out your tongue at his retreating back. “Well, what do you say, guys? Let’s get this bread?”

“Sure,” Wanderer nods, heading back into the workshop.

“What does bread have to do with dollmaking?” Kabukimono asks, even as he’s herded into the room by you.

“I’ll explain later, let’s finish up these bad boys first,” you promise, and the workshop door closes behind you.

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“I made another sword!” Kabukimono declares, hurrying over to your workbench and showing off the tiny doll-sized sword he’d made. The fifth one, so far.

“That’s great, buddy!” You give him a pat, to his delight. “I think we’re okay on swords for now, though, d’you wanna try making something else this time?”

“Okay!”

Wanderer looks up from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, a few pins sticking out of his mouth as he uses them to hold his patterns in place. 

“Did your toymaker guy say what kinds of dolls he wanted?” He asks, holding up another utilitarian-looking outfit. “I can’t imagine this is what he had in mind when he asked for your help.”

“I mean, these are kind of edging into action figure territory,” you shrug. “But that’s probably fine. There’s a market out there for everything, nowadays.”

“Make a kimono that looks like the Shogun,” Kabukimono suggests, handing Wanderer some purple fabric. “Everybody likes the Shogun, right? She should be pretty popular.”

You and Wanderer both wince (for different reasons) at Kabukimono’s well-meant statement. However, Wanderer does take the purple fabric and sets it gently aside, and you wonder if he’ll take the suggestion after all. 

“Are you losers done in here? I’m tired of doing the dishes for two days straight,” Scaramouche kicks the door in, uncaring of the delicate work you three are doing. Thankfully, the risky parts are all done, so nothing suffers any damage with his sudden entrance. Scara drops three bowls onto your workbench, each piled with fried rice and vegetables.

“Ha, you’d make a great housewife,” Wanderer snickers, earning himself a smack on the back of his head. “Ow.”

“Thank you!” Kabukimono takes his bowl and brings it to where he’s working on something, hopefully not another sword. 

“Thanks,” you say as well, giving Scara a genuine smile. The puppet scowls and leaves as quickly as he’d come in.

“Don’t bother! It doesn’t benefit anyone if you drop dead from starvation, you know?” he sneers over his shoulder as he slams the door shut. 

There’s silence as you three eat the lunch that was generously provided, stacking the bowls and putting them beside the door for when you guys go for your next break.

“I think I’m done after I finish this last outfit,” Wanderer sighs, holding up the unfinished garment. It looks hilarious in his hands, a cheerful pink and purple kimono in stark contrast to his deadpan expression.

“I’m almost done too!” Kabukimono adds, holding up his latest project: a doll-sized armor set. You smile gratefully at the both of them, even as you rub your temples with a sigh.

“Okay, great, I’ll put these together and bring them to the toymaker later this afternoon, then!” You say, hoping you sound enthusiastic about it. You think about the mismatched collection of outfits and sword accessories, wondering how you were going to sell this to your temporary employer. 

----- ⚘ -----

As it turns out, if there’s one thing Inazumans like, it’s swordsmen. The toymaker looks in awe at your half dozen tiny samurai, handing you a pouch of mora with a pleased word of thanks. 

As you’re headed back home, you get a telepathic message from Wanderer.

KABUKIMONO WANTS TO KNOW WHEN WE’RE GETTING MORE DOLLS.

‘He fired me, we’ll have to do something else,’ you think back, hoping you don’t sound too guilty in your head.

As much as you love these guys, you aren’t sure you could take another two days straight of having to collab with them. Hopefully buying some treats on the way home will placate them.

—– ⚘ —–

^ reader trying to juggle all three scara iterations without breaking any of the dolls LMAO

[merakiui]

SLASHERSCARASLASHERSCARASLASHERSCARA

I have a soft spot for slashers, and as I've been rewashing a few of them, mouchey keeps worming his way into my brain.

While most people see him as a Ghostface (it's hot), I can see him filling the roles of a lot of different slashers.

Him as Brahms from The Boy, where you're a babysitter hired to watch over a doll (name can vary given he has too many) who has very specific rules. Meanwhile, the REAL mouchey is living in the walls, watching you, and becoming more and more obsessed. He even has a fake version of you to cuddle with. (The mommy issues will be very strong here)

Or maybe he's more of a Billy Lenz from Black Christmas. Your sorority house keeps getting, disturbing calls. They're erratic, violent, and sexual, but they don't seem to stop. What you don't know is that "The Moaner," as he's been called, is in the house, calling from within. He starts picking off the other people in the house on by one, leaving him with you.

Hannibal from the NBC show can also fit with him and his many names, as before starting his spree in America, he was known in Italy as the Monster of Florence. Mouchey is a well-known man in the area, cultured and has great dinner parties. He's also an investigator on the string of murders going on as of late. Given his composed exterior, nobody suspects that he's the one going around murdering people to serve at his parties, and for his own enjoyment.

I could go on and on abot slashers that mouchey could be, so I'll stop here.

- ⭐️ anon

SLASHER SCARA.......... (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) omg,,,

I feel like Childe would make for such a great Ghostface, but that's a ramble for another time. >:D Ghostface Scara is so yummy omg!!! But you're so right! He can fit as so many slashers!!!!

All of these are so big brain, but the one I love the most would have to be Brahms Scara because it's just so real and true to me. <3 the pretty porcelain doll who you think might be haunted the longer you spend looking after him, tenderly treating him as if he's a real boy, only to later find out the real Scara (the version who is actually a full-grown man) is living in the walls... AAAAAA GROSS, SLIMY SCARA IN THE WALLS WITH HIS RAGING MOMMY KINK. OTL OTL ⭐️ anon, you've given me such a delicious brain worm omg!!!!

He's so attached to you, so obsessed even though you haven't even been there for that long. But he knows you're the one because you're so sweet and affectionate and there's something so motherly about you...... he's never letting you go now. :) omg omg omg maybe the doll is modeled after Kabukimono, but the real version is Scara....... this cute angel of doll versus the gross, obsessed wall-dwelling stalker who loves you more than anything,,, somno with him....... 😵‍💫

[aqwnstars]

Reader who's married with Kabuki is a cute dynamic :(( Ya'll are in the same bed and his first thought is to kiss your forehead and cuddle you until you wake up (bro's doesn't need to sleep so he would just stare at your cute face :D) You're gonna be in the kitchen cooking and he's like wrapped around you, peeking on your neck to see what's for breakfast. He's also the type to always cling onto you, holding your hand almost everywhere, afraid that you'll abandon him too.. like his creator did. . . . IllvdSB3b24ndCBsZWF2ZSBtZS4uLiByaWdodD8gUGxlYXNlIGRvbid0Li4uIFlvdSBwcm9taXNlZCBtZSB5b3UnbGwgc3RheSB3aXRoIG1lIGZvcmV2ZXIuLi4gd2h5IHdvdWxkIHlvdSBodXJ0IG1lIGxpa2UgdGhpcy4uPyI ^ Try decoding it :)

<33 BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP W KABUKIMONO WOULD BE SO RELAXING J CUTE BCS HES SO SOFT SINDNS

LMAOO I MAY HAVE GONE OVERBOARD W THE ""BACKSTORY"" but its kabukimono so who cares

WDYM BY DECODING HELP IDK?? (dm me what that is pretty pls)

Kabukimono x Gn Reader

Word count: 1351

CW: None!! Pure fluff once again<3

Pronouns used: You/Yours

Undying Vows

How I see it, he at first wouldn't understand what he feels for you, it would take him a while to even think about the possibility of love. Yes he loves you, but he didn't know there's different kinds of love!!

You were the first one to come to him with your feelings, with your flushed cheeks, avoiding his stare you practically yelled how you loved him, how you loved hiw gentle he was with everyone, how softly and lovingly he looked at you. You loved everything about him, you loved how his indigo eyes focused on you despite all the people in the room.

After you finished your confession, you looked back at Kabukimono, trying to read his face, and boy was he obvious.

His face was redder than yours, his eyes wide with his hands intertwined near the place where his heart would be.

You felt your legs shaking as you awaited his response, seconds felt like hours as sweat dropped from your forehead.

"I..I feel the same about you! I didn't know i..it was love-- I-i love you, [Reader]."

He smiled at you, taking your hands with his shaky ones and pulling you closer to him. He didn't know what to do, he was working on autopilot at this point.

You feel tears blurring your eyesight as you hug him, hiding your face in the crook of your neck. You felt his hands wrap themselves around you, clinging to you as if you'd disappear any second.

You pull your face away as you feel his hand cupping your cheek, you can hear how nervous he was in his shaky voice as he spoke: "H-hey, don't... cry.."

You shook your head, a gleeful smile on your face "No.. I'm happy, these are happy tears.." You looked at him with pure love in your eyes.

He returned your smile with a shy one of his own before his eyes landed on your lips.

He didn't know what kissing was and how to do it, but he saw other people press their lips against one another, he didn't understand the meaning of it either, but he just needed to try to do it with you.

"Can... I kiss you?" He asked, looking back to your eyes to read your reaction. To his surprise, you immediately started kissing him all over his face, leaving soft yet quick kisses to his forehead, nose, cheeks and leaving his lips last.

You smiled as you connected your lips with his, your hand cupping his already burning face as you kiss him.

The kiss lasted a few seconds, but to Kabukimono it was a lifetime of happiness, it was the eternity his creator wished to have.

He pouted as you pulled away from him, before an idea popped in his mind, without much thinking he practically yelled; "Will you marry me?!"

You gasped, caught off guard. Everything was moving so fast you couldn't process it, but you just nodded excitedly.

It was late at night, you were getting ready to sleep before you heard a knock at the door. You turnef around, mumbling to yourself how no one should bother you this late. You walk to your doot and open it, only to see Kabukimono standing.

Your eyes widen as you feel yourself heat up almost immediately

"Kabukimono? Why are you here so late?"

You ask, your voice full of concern as you take his hand and pull him inside of your warm home.

He walks in per your invitation and right after he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your chest as he spoke, his voice slightly muffled ; "I missed you."

He says quietly, which made your heart melt, he couldn't get any more cuter.

You sigh in defeat as you walk to the bed, a smile present on your face as you sit on the bed, Kabukimono joining you, not letting go of your waist.

"Kabuki, dear, I'm tired.." You say as you play with Kabukimonos soft hair, feeling the futon sink under the weight of you two together.

He whines quietly but nods, his cheeks becoming slightly red at the petname.

You turn your body to the side, closing your eyes as you feel Kabukimonos arms wrap around your waist again, pulling himself closer to you.

A few minutes pass as you drift off to the dream world, yet Kabukimono c-couldn't fall asleep, perhaps because he didn't need sleep.

Kabukimono sit still, not daring to move incase you woke up. He sighed in satisfaction as he placed his head on your shoulder, taking in your scent. He could cuddle with you for all eternity.

It was a nice contrast, your warm human skin against his cold artificial one. He fantasized about how he wanted to spend his life with you, every day would be so peaceful when he's spending it with you. He had heard couples talk about having kids, would the two of you be able to have them? He sees how gentle and soft you're with kids, if he were to be honest, sometimes he was even jealous.

He could feel a smile form on his lips as he looked at your face as you turned around in the middle of your rest. He didn't know how he, a heartless puppet could feel something akin or identical to love, how his skin changes color to a bright pink when you look at him, guess some questions will never receive an answer.

The Sun sung its songs to the listening flowers that started to wake up, the gentle wind swayed and danced with the grass as you could feel yourself wake up, your eyelashes fluttered open. As the birds sang their melodies you stretched your back, before you smelled something in the kitchen. You quickly put on your daily clothes and walk to the kitchen. Your eyes widen in surprise as you see Kabukimono near the fireplace, your apron tied around his waist as he was cooking breakfast.

A smile appeared on your face as you walked over to him, standing behind him while hugging him.

"Oh! Good morning, love. Did you rest well?" Kabukimono smiled at you as he turned around, his smile growing at your flustered reaction at the nickname.

You nodded to answer his question, your hands cupping his face as you gave him a kiss before you asked; "Since when do you know how to cook?" You laughed softly as he turned back around to focus on the food.

"Niwa taught me how to make a few meals, I think this is called steamed rice and miso soup, right?" He asked as he removed the pots from the fire, placing the meal on a low dining table.

"Yes it is, Niwa's a good teacher hm?" You purred as you hugged Kabukimono once more, surprised at how many things your lover has learned.

It was Kabukimonos turn to nod this time as he set the table, trying his best to remember where to place each bowl and chopstick.

After he had set the table, you kneel down on the cushions placed on the floor while Kabukimono sits cross legged on it.

You bow down your head slightly, your hands staying on your thighs.

"Thank you for the meal."

You look at Kabukimono, who's copying your actions.

You smiled, picking up your chopsticks as you begin to eat.

You hadn't imagined your life would turn out like this if you were to be honest. You hadn't thought you'd meet Kabukimono and fall in love with him, yet since meeting him he has become your new everything, the Sun you wake up to and the Moon you fall asleep to.

To Kabukimono, you were the heart he was missing. You were the scissors that cut him from the puppeteers strings, the hope that shined at the end of the tunnel. If he can't live with you, he might as well not live at all.

The two of you awaited your wedding ceremony with gleeful smiles as you got closer and closer each day.

WE LOVE KABUKIMONO IN THIS HOUSE!!! this was actually kinda hard writing bcs i had to research Japanese culture for the dining part AND IDK IF I DID EVERYTHING RIGJT SIDND<//3

This was so fun writing I LOVE DOING REQUESTS (even tho i have like 3 more fanfics in the making) PLEASE REQUEST MORE DONT BE SHY🙏🙏

[xiaoscarasimp]

How to care for a Sick Puppet

Fluff piece but still some triggers: mental regression, kiss(for medical reasons) , sick fic, some suffering, implied past relationship  

Kazuha woke up in the middle of the night to his partner moaning, groaning; tossing and turning. In between there were wimpers of “Don’t leave me again” and “I don’t want to be alone,” which broke Kazuha’s heart. His partner, though he might have done horrible crimes in the past, didn’t deserve to have his worst fears actualized, so he tried wrapping his arms around the flailing person in the bed. His partner was burning up, his body heat almost burned the blonde’s hand; no human should ever be that hot however, the “person” laying beside him was not a human, but rather a puppet. 

“Shhh,” He coos. “Scara, darling it’s ok, I’m here for you.” He tries to stroke Scara’s hair, but the puppet butts his hand away and curls into himself. 

“N-Niwa, I’m sorry!” Scaramouche wails, tears drenching his face. When he turned to look at Kazuha, he only saw his old friend, eye’s becoming unfocused at the sight. “I, I didn’t mean for that to  happen to you! D-dont leave me again! I’ll b-be good this time…” The puppet clenches on to his partner’s shirt, panting, almost out of breath, despite not not needing to breathe. 

“Scara, what do I need to get you?” Kazuha asks timidly; trying to help the poor puppet was a risky bet as he liked to deal with his own problems on his own, but the wandering samurai’s helpful nature did not allow him to leave the poor boy alone. In an attempt to cool him down, he used his anemo vision to summon a cool breeze to help with Scara’s fever, but it instead had the opposite effect.  “Darling, I’m going to have to get a wet towel; you’re burning up.”

“Niwaa~~” Scaramouche cried. 

Ah, that must be it, Kazuha mused. I think he might be so sick he’s regressed back to Kabukimono. How adorable. He chuckles to himself.

As Kazuha started to walk away to get the towel, the overheating puppet grabbed onto his wrist trying to pull him back into the bed. His hand almost burnt him, Kazuha’s wrist having visible red marks from the heat.

"Scaramouche, please," Kazuha attempted to plead with the delirious puppet. "I'm trying to help you." He finally managed to get free, and grabbed a bucket of cool water and a few washcloths and towels. 

When he tried to put the first towel on Scaramouche's forehead, the bluenette twisted and turned away from the blonde, but eventually Kazuha wrestled him down and sat on his chest. The first wet towel sizzled and steamed and immediately dried out. Kazuha,still on Scaramouche's chest, grabbed another washcloth and placed it on his head, this time drying out slower than the first one. 

"Niwa?" Scaramouche’s eyes half lidded with sleep, hazed over with purple clouds of confusion. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes. "W-what are you doing? I-it's hot…why are you on t-top of me?" 

"Shh, it's ok sweetie," Kazuha cooed as he kissed his blazing hot lips. "You're just really hot right now. Do you know who I am?"

Scaramouche's eyes squinted, still unfocused and not seeing what was in front of him. "Of course, y-you're Niwa, a-aren't you?"  

"I'm sorry Scara, I am not your former lover." Kazuha cupped the puppet's face in one hand while the other reached over for another washcloth. 

"Who's 'Scara?'" Kazuha went cold at this question; his lover really had become his previous self. Unsure how to react to this, he pulled the already dried up washcloth off Scaramouche's forehead and went to get more water and washcloths. 

Once he got to the bathroom, he slumped down against the wall, almost crying. Kazuha wasn't sure how to react to Scaramouche's regression, even if it was most likely temporary. Kabukimono was honestly really cute and pure personality wise, but the person that the samurai fell in love with was the snarky, mean but also caring in his own little way Scaramouche. Kazuha knew he had no place in "Kabukimono's" life; there was only Niwa. 

Shaking his head of the cloud of negative thoughts, he brings the bucket of water back into their room, where Scaramouche was panting and clutching his chest. His whimpers sounded almost rather adorable if it weren't for the fact he was going on about "don't leave me" or "Niwa, please." 

"Sca- no wait," Kazuha stopped himself. "K-kabukimono, I'm not gonna leave you. I'm trying to help you feel better. I-I'm not sure how to help you…" He trailed off; all he knew was to keep the overheating puppet cool and help him through his sick spell. 

"Niwa~~" Kabukimono hugged him tightly around his waist, still burning up. The slight sudden movement left him out of breath, exhaling steam from the heat. Kazuha tried to force water down his throat, but Kabukimono kept dodging his attempts. In frustration, Kazuha put some water in his mouth, grabbed the innocent puppet's face, and pressed their lips together, forcing the water down his throat. 

Kabukimono's eyes opened wide, but then became half-lidded with desire. The kiss was anything but passionate, but he still exhaled in an almost sexual way. Panting, he tried to force their lips together, but Kazuha took a swig of water and forced his partner to drink some more. What he was not counting on was that Kabukimono tried to stick his tongue in the samurai’s mouth and grab it. 

"Niwa," He panted. "You t-taste different. Almost like you're s-someone else, b-but it feels like I've k-known you for a l-long time." 

"Sca- I mean Kabukimono, I'm not Niwa but I am your lover." He then used his anemo vision again to try and cool his lover off again, this time succeeding in lowering his body temperature a little bit. Kabukimono was still breathing a bit heavy, but not producing the steam like before. His eyes were still a cloudy purple, but were starting to get a bit of indigo lightning back in them. 

Kazuha sighed in relief; Kabukimono was starting to get better, but how long he was going to be in the Kabukimono state was yet to be seen. The only thing Kazuha could do was make sure the heat didn't damage his organs, or whatever important bits that kept him alive. He debated on trying to call Raiden Ei to ask how to take care of a sick puppet, but they weren't on the best of terms to begin with. 

He went into the kitchen to try and get his lover a little bite to eat, but wasn't sure what the puppet could process at the moment. He eventually decided on making some ramen with a bland broth, a pack of crackers, and some umeboshi. Kazuha was hoping the sourness of the umeboshi would shock Kabukimono into going back to the puppet he fell in love with.

"Hey, w-where are you?" Kabukimono called out from their room. After a few thuds, presumably from falling out of bed and stumbling, he eventually came into the kitchen in an almost drunken like way, hanging on to the door frame once he got there. His eyes drifted up at Kazuha then over to the assortment of food that was about to be brought to him, eyes having a bit more life to them than before. 

"H-hi," Kazuha stutters. "Wasn't expecting you to come to the kitchen;I was going to bring it to you. How are you feeling?" 

"Still warm and fuzzy," Kabukimono slurred. "Niwa, what did you make this time? Is it the usual chazuke?" 

Kazuha flinched; he had only made it once and didn't have the ingredients to make it. Sometimes he cursed the fact he looked so much like his ancestor; other times it was a blessing. He reminded himself that this was Kabukimono he was dealing with, not Scaramouche, but it still hurt a lot. 

"Not this time. I made something that's easy on the stomach. Eat what you can and get some rest; I'll be up shortly." Kazuha tried to force a grin, but Kabukimono saw right through it.

"Ni-wait, that's not who you are, is it?" The puppet cooked his head to one side, eyes starting to spark a little bit more with indigo lightning. The purple clouds were starting to give way to a stormy night, but his lover was still in the Kabukimono state.

"I am Kaedehara Kazuha, a…relative of Niwa's," He faltered slightly, debating on telling Kabukimono that he was a descendant of Niwa, but decided against it to not break the "timeline" in his head. 

"Ka-," Kabukimono paused. After a few seconds, his eyes suddenly cleared for a split second but then became clouded over again. He finally settled on calling Kazuha "Kazuzu," which Kazuha internally groaned both in frustration and adoration. "Kazuzu, why is it so hot?" It seemed like the illness was subsiding a little bit, but he was still burning up. 

"It's because you're sick, darling. Now eat up, drink some water, and go lay back down. I'll be up shortly." 

As Kabukimono ate, Kazuha started cleaning up. Kazuha kept an eye on what the bluenette was eating, and noticed he avoided the umeboshi, something that "Scaramouche" would have never done. Hebwas hoping that once his lover got some rest he'd revert back to his old self, but the intrusive thoughts of what if he doesn't go back, what then? Would he still love the nicer, softer, and doll-like Kabukimono or would he not be able to be without the snarky and mean Scaramouche? 

"Ni- I mean Kazuzu," Kabukimono's voice snapped him out of his daze. "I'm done with the food. Those little balls tasted awful;they made my head feel fuzzy too." 

"Good job, Kabu-chan!" Kazuha praised him, ruffling his hair. "Now, go upstairs and rest. I'll be up to help you cool off in a bit."

Kabukimono stacked his plates neatly on the table and went back to the room while Kazuha cleaned up. He grabbed some more towels to give the puppet a sponge bath so he wasn’t sitting in his own sweat, or whatever liquid he was producing because he was overheating, all night. The bluenette was tucked in with warm fuzzy blankets all around him. 

Kazuha pried the sleeping Kabukimono out of the sheets and gave him a quick wipe down along with bringing in some cooler air, admiring his flawless skin. He sighed and wondered if his lover would be back to normal in the morning, or would have to deal with Kabukimono for longer. Not that Kabukimono wasn’t cute, just that he was really starting to miss the person he fell in love with. 

“Oh, Scara,” He sighed softly as he laid down beside his partner. The puppet’s eyes fluttered for a moment at his current name, but still remained asleep. Kazuha’s mind was racing, but eventually drifted off to sleep, gripping the bluenette’s hand tightly. He knew that his hand wouldn't break so easily, but he still made sure not to hold it too firmly. 

“Rise and shine sleepy head; the sun’s already in your eyes!” Kazuha was greeted by a snarky voice hovering over him. Kazuha blinked a few times, seeing a figure with dark blue hair and a snarky grin above him; rather: he was caged between the arms of said figure. 

“S-scara?” he questioned him, hoping that his lover was back to his usual self. He didn’t think he could deal with the heartache of missing his lover, even for another day.

“No shit. Who else would I be?” Scaramouche kissed the samurai on the lips, smirking the entire time and sending little shocks through his lips. Even though he might have no longer held the electro gnosis, he still retained some of his electro powers.

“S-scara, darling, I’ve missed you!” Kazuha threw his arms around him, nuzzling his face. The puppet’s face flushed red, embarrassed at the blonde’s sudden affection. 

“What happened last night? I feel like I had several nightmares, but I can’t remember any of it.” He laughed dryly. 

Kazuha pondered for a moment about telling him what actually happened, but decided against it. As much fun as it would be to tease him about his super cute Kabukimono state, he knew it was a touchy subject for his lover. He grinned and told him to not worry about it. 

They headed down to the kitchen, where Kazuha made breakfast consisting of eggs, toast and the leftover umeboshi from last night. Scaramouche saw these and immediately popped one in his mouth, savoring the flavor.  The blonde breathed a sigh of relief, causing Scaramouche’s stormy indigo eyes to narrow in confusion. 

“Welcome back,” Kazuha murmured softly as to not let the puppet hear.  “Whatever you say, dearest.”

[somewhat-very-insane]

this is a bit of a sillier one, in admittance. but it still piques my curiosity. do you have any thoughts on what wanderer's favorite color might be? additionally, what do you think scaramouche's favorite color was? most speculation is red, considering his attire, but i do feel like i think this because i perhaps lack imagination. although there aren't many hints all in all. feel free to blindly speculate as much as you want. if it's a take from you, it's sure to be good.

-🐏

i think that scaramouche's favorite color was probably none of the ones on his attire, to be honest. (red or purple, mainly). because purple, obviously, is not only the color of electro and therefore the raiden ei, as well as the color of the veil he wore as the kabukimono, and watched his friends die in. so i think he ha(s/d) a lot of trauma associated with the color, but he might've felt obligated to wear inazuman garb focusing on those colors, since his main goal was always to get the electro gnosis, and become that archon, the way he was supposed to. plus, all archons colors match those of their element (venti as teal, zhongli as brown/gold, ei as purple, nahida as green), so it just Made Sense to dress that way.

i also think that he (scaramouche) probably would've thought something as petty as a "favorite color" would be a human thing, along the lines of emotions, and therefore below him. so, even if he did have one, he'd ignore it and probably intentionally avoid it. i think kabukimono's favorite color was probably a shade of purple, though.

as for wanderer, i think his favorite color pre-post-post irminsul, was probably blue, given the accents on his outfit and hat, since he had not yet been re-scarafied. he probably just Liked That Color, for some innocent reason or another, given how sweet pre-post-post wanderer was.

post-post wanderer, i think, wouldn't want to admit it, but i think his favorite color would still be blue, since in his innocent era he'd developed a liking for it.

that, and that it's sort of in-between both of his two lives; electro is purple, and anemo is teal, so on a sliding scale, blue would be somewhere in the middle.

[merakiui]

your triplet scaramouche thoughts!!! I love them sm if you have any others I would LOVE to hear em you have no idea

i have another question though!! what would the three of them do if reader fell in love with just one of them?

I'm really happy you want to hear my thoughts on them. Thank you!!! :D if you fell in love with just one of them, I think they might do the oh-so-sly sibling switch in which the other two occasionally take the place of sibling you're in love with while he's busy in hopes of spending more time with you. And, although they are all very different in temperaments, they're eerily good at acting like one another. You might not realize it the first few times until you start to look beyond everything at the little individual tells they all have, and it soon begins clear that the triplet you're interacting with is not the one you love so dearly.

As for other ideas, I do have one very coherent one!!

Imagine the triplets falling for a parental kindergarten teacher!!! On the walk back from university, they always see you there in the playground lot on the school property, sometimes consoling a child who fell and scraped their knee or gently reminding students to share toys like chalk or a ball rather than fight over it. The triplets witness this every day, listening to the kindness in your tone, seeing how you always bend down to meet the kids at eye level, admiring the way the apron hugs your figure so nicely. You're a sweetheart! How have they never noticed you before? Naturally, they must have you for themselves.

When you go missing, no one suspects the triplets had anything to do with it. They've never interacted with you; they're just university students heading home after a tiring day of academics. The truth is that, months into captivity, you have remained chained in a dull room that's very sparsely furnished. For a while your lips were taped because you would beg and cry and sometimes scream, and they can't have that. Now, after a few dangerous threats from Scaramouche, you've promised to be good. Off comes the tape, but if you so much as raise your voice by even a slight octave Scaramouche will take a knife to your tongue and saw, saw, saw until it's splattered into your palms in a bloody lump of muscle.

They're all so insistent on calling you Mama or Mommy or Mother. You might not even be a parent (or perhaps you're pregnant when they kidnap you, so you're a parent-to-be; or they knock you up themselves to make the fantasy a reality >:D), but regardless of that they'll still view you as one because you're far more motherly than their actual mother ever was. It's a frightening game of House, especially since you can never predict what either of them will do next or how they're feeling one moment. But you've come to learn that they all like it when you acknowledge them with tenderness. When you pat Kabukimono on the head, he tears up and practically envelops you in the tightest hug. When you thank Wanderer for bringing your meals (and sometimes feeding you if your wrists are bound), he insists it's not a big deal, avoiding your eyes when you pat his hand fondly. When you tell Scaramouche he can always talk to you if he's troubled—that you'll lend an ear no matter what—he scoffs and says he'd never confide in you (he does eventually once he warms up to you).

It's obvious they're all hurting from traumatic experiences. It's obvious they're using you as an outlet, taking comfort in your presence and what it means to them. You know they've done something very wrong by kidnapping and confining you here. You know your portrait is all over the daily news and most likely hung on telephone poles and pinned to bulletin boards. But fighting and resisting accomplishes nothing, and even if they've subjected you to this terrible situation the least you can do is try to be kind, if only to survive and retain a semblance of sanity in this dismal, four-walled prison of a bedroom.

You hope to lower their guards enough for you to win back freedoms until, eventually, you can escape—if such a feat is possible. So you'll submit to their game of House, even if revulsion prickles your skin every time they call you Mother.

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A fic I didnt expect to like so much was codependent bf azul!! Im not an azul fan (i know i KNOW) but he was so yummy in that! I love his desperation and how reader slowly became aware of how batshit crazy he was. I think thats also the most vivid fic i remember too! I remember the repetition and azul spiraling and how he'd repeat to himself affirmations (both positive and negative) and the scene with his parents where he was just downright INSANE

A fic i havent read but want to is 'Mother' i think its called? but the scara fic! (And to be cheeky i want to read this but havent, only bc it hasnt come out yet but that alpha vil wip! Im looking forward to it whenever it comes out and im also looking forward to tmdg!) I also NEED to get around to reading that last fem riddle fic bc *MOANS* lolol

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👠 anon, thank youuuuu!!!! >w< I’m so happy to know you enjoyed clingy, codependent bf Azul. He’s so crazy. ;;;; it was an idea that popped into my mind while I was watching true crime, so I’m glad he can be both enjoyed and feared. It’s an Azul who is so far gone and unhinged that it’s terrifying to read! I’m glad you could like it despite not being an Azul fan!! :D

I actually have something in my drafts for him. I should get around to editing and posting it because he’s so terrible. Clingy, codependent bf Azul will always be the most eerie Azul to me. He might not be too scary in this excerpt, but he’s still just as determined to have you to himself.

Ooo yes yes!! ‘Mother’ is indeed the Scara fic, specifically when he’s in his Kabukimono era. >:D thank you for looking forward to alpha!Vil and tmdg!!!!! I hope you’ll enjoy them when they’re inevitably published hehe!! They are both very delicious concepts. <3 and the fem!Riddle fic!!!! lol she has that effect. It’s another fic I hope you’ll have fun reading because I had lots of fun writing it!