I'm working on actual art stuff but have this for now lmao (part 1/??)
Ships, yippee! specifically some of my favorite rarepairs. I decided I'd rather rip the band-aid off and just reveal some of my silly ships and pray that nobody decides to burn me at the stake
this includes some of my head cannons as well, and if you don't like these don't interact please!
Scaralayla
I think they look really good together, and they certainly have potential (also a fan fiction got me more attached to them than I already was). If you can't read my handwriting for Layla's age, it says 'elves age at a different rate than humans; 4:1 ratio (elves to humans); Layla is physically 22.5 y/o'
Chimiya
Yippee my first rare pair :D. I got into this ship when I learned about their interaction in Inazuma and I've been hooked ever since lol
Farumona
urugghhghghg confident women with twin tails I love themmmm. anyways one is a believer in astrology and star signs and the other has multiple graduate degrees.
Yanzou
YOU KNOW I HAD TO PUT YANZOU HERE. workplace romantics my beloveds. I need more fanfics of them istg
Fremillei
F R E M I L L E I. ugh my blorbos they deserve the world. yeah it's also gonna take them years to confess everyone around them is just waiting for them to be brave enough to ask
Noemika
A cute little pair! Playing through the poetry event made me an even more avid shipper of them (I was invested before the event lol) anyways girl boss & male wife frfr
Ayanilou
AYANILOUAYANILOUAYANILOUAYANILOUAYANILOUAYANILOU- or Ayalou i suppose. They are so important to me THE DRAMA OF THE SHIRASAGI HIMEGIMI DATING A DANCER FROM SUMERU????? A-
ok that's enough of me freaking out hope y'all like these!
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A Little Bit Rusty: A Scaramouche x Layla Fic
“Is this seat taken?”
Layla turned her head to see an Inazuman youth with a rather large hat pointing to the open seat next to her at the lecture bench.
“Oh, no, I don’t think anyone sits there.” Layla paused. She’d seen him before, where had she seen him? It had been some time ago, before her thesis update, and that project in hydromancy class, sometime around—oh, right!
In the time it took for her to search through the syrupy swamp-waters of her sleep-deprived mind, he had taken the opportunity to sit down and pull out a stack of books and notebooks.
“You’re Hat Guy, aren’t you?”
OR
Layla meets the resident eccentric, Hat Guy for a shared night class. In spite of everything, they hit it off.
We're up to Chapter 11 today! It's fun to see how this one-shot has turned into a multi-chapter and really turned this pairing into one of my favorites for Genshin Impact.
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ScaraLayla Headcanons, because i love them and they are underrated!!!
Layla finds it easy to sleep when Scaramouche is there
Layla actually Lends some of her clothes to Scaramouche
Layla would definitely give Scaramouche a name of a constellation or star, i hc that she'd choose Castor
Scaramouche totally tries to cover up for 'other Layla's' existence
Sleepwalking Layla was super protective of daytime Layla when she first met Scara
Layla helps Scaramouche understand the mundanity of mortality.
Scaramouche is completely in aw of her mortality
Scaramouche love's her ears!!!
Layla didn't understand Scaramouche's teasing when they first met, which lead to them growing closer.
sleepwalking Layla met Scaramouche before 3.6
Layla complains a lot, but doesn't intend for want or anyone to do anything about it, scaramouche always tries to help
Layla is autistic
Scaramouche is a demi-boy
honestly they are both t4t in my head.
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I can keep a secret, can you?
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Genre ➸ Idk how to categorise this. It's like, bitter but not sad, it's. It is, I guess
Warnings ➸ "Other Layla" referred to with it/its pronouns, Scara & Layla are close, but it's not explicitly romantic. Just implied, at best. I didn't proofread this so idk. His thoughts are kinda aggressive in this
A/N ➸ Hey :P I've been gone for a while, haven't I? Pretend other Layla just knows that scara's a puppet. I think I made the whole puppet thing way more trans than intended, looking back at it. Man I hate this thing's ending
Pum toma 🖕 @burningst4rs pilla este fanfic mientras acabo el otro, que me da una vergüenza de la hostia acabar ese
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"You haven't told her yet, have you?" It asks him. It's surprisingly calm, knowing who it comes from. It's voice is smooth, calm. It's strange to hear her voice like that. He doesn't know whether he welcomes it or finds it jarring
"Told her? What would I need to tell her? I have nothing to hide" He answers, lying through his teeth like he doesn't know how horrified she'd be if she knew what he's done. What he is.
Humming, it traces it's hand over his nape, lightly scraping the material of its 'nails' over where the electro mark he absolutely despises is. It smiles at him, taking its hands away carefully, almost as if it's trying to annoy him. Why doesn't it want to hurt me?
"This... Peculiarity of yours, she doesn't know about it, does she?"
It's voice is sweet, sweet in a way he finds mocking. It shouldn't anger him as much as it does, he tells himself. And yet, it does. It angers him because it's right in saying that. He's never told anyone about his 'true' nature, they've all found out on their own.
He's thought about telling her, though he stopped thinking about it almost as soon as he started, the thought of 'coming out' to her as scary as it is frustrating.
Why would it matter? What does that change? Will that change how she sees me, how she treats me?
It's only when he's realized he needs to answer its question that it talks again, using her scholar's determination to make his life more difficult "Hm, so I assume you'll just keep her in the dark about this, until... What? Until she finds out herself?"
He hates how easy to read he's become, so much that even something he doesn't know can see through him. Perhaps leaving the fatui, not having to conceal his every move, is what made him more vulnerable. In a way, he's more restrained, now.
That thing keeps talking endlessly, seemingly incapable of shutting up. He wants to shut it up himself, hear that thing beg for forgiveness when he wraps his hands around it's neck, he wants to feel it's fucking bones crack when he steps on it.
He wants to act on his thoughts, the thought seeming more enticing by the second. He wishes he could, when he remembers that that thing he hates so much is a part of Layla, of the one he was supposed to accompany this evening, of the one he willingly came here for.
He's stupid. He must be, to form such an attachment to someone, to a human. He hates how weak he is, how weak he is for that mortal.
But, regardless of how much he hates it, he is.
So, he bites his tongue and listens to whatever's next to him as it talks, hoping that Layla would just wake up soon. As much as he wants her to sleep, (humans are fragile, after all) he'll never be next to her while she does, if this is what happens once she succumbs to slumber
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