#puppet scara

[itssstarry]

Kazuscara !

[viva-uwu]

Cult of personality

[ddarker-dreams]

the word that best describes yan scaramouche is greedy.

he consumes your every waking moment. this is by design — if your respite was to be found outside him, then he'll deprive you of it. it isn't enough for him to reappropriate your future or lord over you in the present. your past is subject to his scrutiny as well. he dislikes that you existed before he entered your life. it's irrational and he knows it, which irritates him to no end. his emotions are loud, cacophonous interlopers that overrule reason. you push him to extremes but he does little to resist the shove.

this version of you, roughly visualized from hearsay, exists beyond his control. all the power in the world couldn't undo your first crush, first kiss, first love. lightning can't transcend the boundaries of space and time to smite those who brought you happiness he can never replicate. you may be isolated from the outside world, unable to rebel against him outright, yet watching you smile over some memory hurts worse than if you were to tear him limb from limb.

how will he ever compare? so long as you know that you deserve better, he'll never have your heart, he'll only serve as its warden. your past is why you hate him, yet your past is why you're you. erasing that would require erasing the person he cherishes most. it's frustrating; it's humbling.

perhaps you'll never physically be free of him. still, your capacity to wish for escape means you'll never belong to him in your entirety.

[emiixuu]

gratitude to dedicated

a continuation to ‘blossoming devotion’ in ‘the cat puppet and bunny doll’ series

💌 pairing :: harbinger!scaramouche x doll!reader

🌌 content warning :: unhealthy & developing relationship and characters

📝 synopsis :: and I shall have all of you, and you shall hide the pieces.

✒️ word count :: 4,084

🐰 author’s note :: after the events of blossoming devotion, before the events of puppet’s beloved

Like birds chirping, it seemed like the Fatui members probably have done all their duties with now not much to do except for their idle chit-chat. Gossips and rumours, they were almost scaring one another with their stories of what happened to the latest Fatui recruit.

An unknown addition working under the Sixth. Some say The Balladeer has sunk their teeth right into them and sucked them dry after they were an utter failure on the last mission. Others that he has quite literally cooked and ate them, forcing the others to eat with him, too.

It was you. As far as you were aware, you were alive and well. You were not eaten, you were not sucked dry.

The story has been twisted too many times to the point it was nothing but a spooky tale now. Another way to make the Sixth Harbinger even more frightening to the eyes of Fatui.

Silly rumours, you weren’t sure how they exactly came to exist. On the last mission, you were injured in the stomach by an arrow while trying to protect him. When you really try to think about it, he did, technically, taste you after you started to bleed. You didn’t find it scary, nor abnormal.

Thirst is common to humans so why did it terrify them so much to the point of creating these stories?

Kunikuzushi was, indeed, just thirsty. And you were, oh, so available to him at that moment.

Thirsty for whatever it is he was in need of.

“Am I not allowed to join you on your missions anymore?” You ask simply, looking up at him as you sit in your destined place in the corner of the room, on the floor. Beneath your knees, a kind gesture from him laid, a comfortable pillow.

There have been occurrences he has shown you kindness. Those moments were fleeting but appreciated nonetheless. You will take anything you could get.

“You will be better off here.” He spoke firmly, looking down upon you as he hovered above you. His arms crossed, watching you as if he was contemplating on what to do with you. As if you were an unneeded leftover he had to deal with.

Frankly, you were unfit. He voiced that to Dottore, too. Unfortunately, he was also good for nothing. Kunikuzushi has asked him to make you more resilient, to which he just shrugged and talked about how that would be a waste of material and time. Tsk, he wasted all that time before to create you but no longer cares to make you better? What were his plans anyways? Kunikuzushi didn’t want to dwell on that, he’d rather not get into trying to understand what was going on in Dottore’s head.

“Why? I won’t jump into danger again if you are worried about that.” You try to reason with him, not wanting him to leave you behind. It would be far too lonely and boring to stay here on your own. Staying away from him for too long would not do any good for you.

“And if you do? Do you think I want to visit Dottore everyday?” He shakes his head in disapproval, clearly he wouldn’t let himself get persuaded by you. You could plead and beg, but you will be staying right here.

“What am I supposed to do?” You ask. At this point maybe he should just ‘turn you off’ when he is away.

“I don’t know? Find something to do here?” He sighs, a little annoyed at having to deal with you, “just don’t get into trouble.”

You wouldn’t get into trouble. How could you do that, stuck between four walls? You couldn’t even think of any ways to cause problems. Flood his room? There was no water in here as far as you knew.

He left simply without saying anything else, leaving you all alone, not even sparing you another look.

Silence. The room was eerily dead except for the sound of the clock ticking. Ticking and ticking, minutes turning into hours, restless, you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Not to mention, all you had in mind was Kunikuzushi and he wasn’t even here to delight your thoughts.

Standing up from the position of your comfy pillow, you hesitantly walked around the room as if worried you might damage the floor beneath you if you weren’t careful enough with your steps. You stood still before the table, your electrogun, staring at it as it were staring back at you.

The urge to grab it and leave the room, following right behind him was almost unbearable. Leaving you here? How boring. You wanted to be of help to him. What if he’ll just throw you out after realizing you were no use for him? Having to prove yourself worthy of him, you couldn’t stay here. He needed you, too.

Because, who will protect him if not you? He might have told you he doesn’t need protection, but that fell flat on your ears. Your determination was much stronger than that.

You take the electrogun Kunikuzushi has given you in your hands and before anything could stop you, you walk right out the door of his room.

The hall behind the door, you have just gone through, was a long one. Empty yet fancy place. One could get lost here. You look from one side to the other, which way? You remember walking in both directions while you were following Kunikuzushi around before. But you couldn’t possibly know which way he would have gone this time. You didn’t even know what he was up to today.

Suddenly, a certain voice startled you, making you react quickly by aiming the electrogun on whoever it was.

“Ah? What do we have here? Scaramouche didn’t take you with him?” Dottore hums in thought, observing you as you clutched the gun in your hands, pointing it right at him. Your hands were trembling. You didn’t even notice him, where did he come from?

“What are your plans? Going around the Zapolyarny Palace and attacking everyone in your way?” He tuts at you, calmly pushing your gun away with his finger, “I don’t remember programming you to attack Fatui.”

“I’m sorry, you startled me, Father.” You lower your electrogun. What were you thinking? There was no threat inside the palace. You shouldn’t be so jumpy. Kunikuzushi wouldn’t be happy with you accidentally harming anyone from the organization while he was away. That would just cause issues for him.

“Did he leave you behind?” He smiles wryly at you and you nod to his question, “of course, you poor thing, he thinks you are not worth his time.”

He cooed sadly, as if you were a wounded little bird, unable to fly. Sudden wave of anxiety flows through you, his words alarming. Not worth his time?

“B- But I, he told me to wait for him.” You retort weakly. Dottore only laughs at your increasing worry, he knew he hit the bull’s-eye.

“Wait for you? And what is it that you are doing now?” He tilts his head at you, studying you. Evidently, you were doing the opposite of what you have been told to. You were aware Kunikuzushi might be displeased if you showed up in front of him, but you were doing it for him. Dottore just shook his head at you in pity.

“Come on, my child. Let’s repair that, hm?” He holds out his hand for you, luring you sweetly.

You raise your hand, hesitating for a moment. Would Kunikuzushi get mad? You were aware that he didn’t seem to like Dottore much. Still, there was no reason to not listen to your creator.

Kunikuzushi would understand. So you took Dottore’s hand.

Whatever The Doctor does to you will stay between the two of you. You won’t tell, not like you could. You won’t go to Kunikuzushi telling him about how you so eagerly wanted to go after him but were stopped by Dottore. Neither will he tell him he has borrowed his possession. It was just for a minute or two, he won’t notice and you won’t know the next time you are back in Kunikuzushi’s room either.

Essentially, nothing happened.

Sitting up abruptly, Kunikuzushi awoke. The room was dark with only the moon giving it a light, his vision slightly blurry as he started to come back to reality. He touches his cheek, feeling a wetness on them. Tears? He cried in his sleep again it seemed.

It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare that was gnawing at him once more. He was in his bed, in his chamber. He was fine, everything was fine. He shouldn’t let it get to him. It comes and goes.

Sighing, he looks to the side and almost falls off right from the bed. Your face right next to his, your eyes watching him, a curious look on your face. It might have been a mistake to move you from the floor to bed.

“Were you still not taught about personal space?” Kunikuzushi grumbles. He seemed a bit softer than his usual irritated self as he just woke up.

You were far too close, observing him as if he was an unknown specimen to you.

“Are those tears?” You ask, your hand reaching for his face. Before you could get your hand on him, he slapped it away, not amused by your nosiness.

“Probably.” He deadpans.

What kind of answer was that? Now he wanted to slap himself instead, cringing at his own words, it must have been the grogginess. He didn’t want you to see that, it was nothing important. Crying in his sleep was no more than an ordinary occasional occurrence that meant nothing. Just a bad dream that will soon be forgotten.

“It’s nothing.” He says, rather quietly, his eyes no longer paying you any attention. Such behaviour from him was uncharacteristic. It seemed almost vulnerable, the small cracks glowing through his sharp exterior.

His expression made your heart ache, hollow yet with a hint of hidden sorrow.

Looking away won’t save him from you as you move on the bed to be right in front of him. Slowly, you raised your hand to his face again. Touch – gentle – like carefully holding a fine porcelain. Yet, touching him would be far more poisonous than the chance of him shattering under your tender fingertips.

You cup his face in your hands, surprisingly, he does not move away, nor did he smile or react in any way. He just stared at you, utterly unfeeling to one’s eyes. His face wanted to hide so much from the whole world, to bury himself entirely. You peeked behind that facade with dedicated solicitude. It was a once in a lifetime moment. Perhaps, it was the quietness of the room, coating the both of you in an engrossed bubble of each other. The moon gazing at the two of you, the only witness to your sin.

“Even Gods have the ability to shed tears.” You murmur, kissing his cheek as you sit in between his legs, feeding him with the promise of divinity, your words wrapping around him like silk.

You still didn’t understand what personal space meant, he assumed. Otherwise, why would you still be this close despite his warnings? But he couldn’t be cruel to the one who held him on pedestal.

“Weren’t you just made to be my glory, hm?” He quips, a light chuckle escaping past his lips but it does not reach his eyes.

Kunikuzushi ignores the itch to push you down and smother you with his desire. To sink his teeth into you, taste what you have been granting him with, closely and completely. Instead, all he does is slips past your hands and rests his face into the crook of your neck, warm and mellow place. He gives into this short tranquility with you. It felt right. There was no threat, he could lose himself in you. You were worthy. You were his. His rise. What good would it have done him to bleed you dry all at once?

Darkness enveloped you as the fine silk covered your eyes. One hand of his around your waist, the other holding your hand gently, leading you somewhere. Blindfolded and without any idea of what awaits you. Kunikuzushi said he wants to surprise you. You count your steps and the number is not so high, wherever he is taking you is not so far.

“Here we are,” he mutters quietly, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb the dark ambience with his voice, “careful.”

He slowly sits you down, the chair beneath you cushioned and comfortable. He doesn’t take off the silk on your eyes yet as he moves away from you. A quick sound of fire flaring, you flinch a little. Your small frightened reaction forced a hushed chuckle out of him.

“Do you not trust me?” He asks, his voice heightened to your senses, you couldn’t see but from the sound of his voice he was definitely smirking.

“Nothing to do with trust. You are free to do whatever you’d like with me at the end of the day and I shall trust your judgement.” You mumble into the darkness. You were just startled by the loud noise of a fire, that was all. You weren’t scared of him.

“Am I? Hm, so should I burn you?” He questions, you could feel sudden warmness in front of you. The fire he ignited, right in front of your face. His early amusement eerily fading away.

You didn’t dare move away from it, you stood still. No words came out of your mouth.

“Are you not afraid to turn into dust? The doctor might not be able to fix you again.” He taunts you.

“I will accept death if it’s chosen upon me by you.” You reply, but there is a hint of shakiness in your voice betraying you. A hint of fear. Of course. Even a puppet fears the everlasting darkness, to turn into nothing.

“Heh, it’s fine. You don’t have to act brave. Are you trying to impress me?” He cackles, moving the fire away from you again. He was only messing with you, playing with your mind.

He steps close to you again, carefully untying the silk as he lets you see again. You open your eyes, starting to slowly focus on what is in front of you. You found yourself in a room surrounded by a new darkness with a single candle lit on the table. A cake that seemed meticulously prepared to perfection on the rather expensive-looking plate.

You eye him, the utter confusion on your face tugs a self-satisfied smile on his, “I believe I have not given you any food to try yet.”

His words surprised you, did he really want to give you food? You did not need to eat, nor anything else of the human needs. This was not a necessity, but a pleasure. From the concealed benevolence of his, he has decided to give you a taste. A gratitude for your sweet worship. A pleasure for pleasure.

“T-There is no need, my Lord-” you shook your head, taken aback by his action. It would be a waste of cake if you ate it.

“No. This is a present from me. I’m not giving you permission to refuse,” he quickly interrupts you with a frown, seemingly not happy with your bashfulness, “and did I not tell you to call me Kunikuzushi?”

You reluctantly nodded, looking back at the dessert on the table.

“Strawberry cake,” he adds almost gently, trying to teach you something ‘new’, “that’s a fruit.”

You were not stupid. You knew what strawberries were. It seems he is underestimating your intelligence. It was not surprising he would do that. He looked down upon most people. Still, he should be aware by now that you did have a basic knowledge of the world. You nod to his explanation, “I know what strawberries are.”

“Don’t give me an attitude.” He chides you, the tone of his voice turning dangerous.

You look at him once more, panicking a little, “I didn’t!”

For a moment, he just stares at you as if what you have spoken has insulted him greatly. He was already quite lenient with you than he was with anyone else. He was even kind to you, in his own way. Gave you food, tried to provide you with an insight to the human world and all he gets is you muttering that you know? Maybe he should just throw the cake away.

Instead, he just bursts into humourless laughter after what seemed like an hour-long staring contest, sneering at you mockingly, “you should see your face.”

He was a bit hard to figure out. A ticking bomb that threatened to explode at any time, yet it didn’t. You were glad it didn’t. You admired him but that didn’t mean you weren’t a little scared of him at times. Gods are powerful, aren’t they? It was normal to fear a God.

He took the tiny fork in his hand, pointing at it, “a fork used for desserts.”

Now that was on purpose, you were sure as his lips curled up into a sly smile, his eyes glinting with sardonic mischief. He didn’t put the fork in your hands, instead he sunk it into the cake, slowly taking a piece of it.

“Open up.” He spoke in a gentle manner, coaxing you into opening your mouth for him, “you’re special so I will feed you myself.”

The word ‘special’ coating on his tongue, sticking, honeyed. You open your mouth for him, letting him place the piece of strawberry cake in there. You let the flavour melt in your mouth for a few seconds before starting to chew it, the fruity jam harmonizing with the fluffy cake on your tongue, releasing a newly found satisfaction in you. Sweet, light yet rich, and inviting as if made with the most tender love in one’s mind.

“It’s good.” You spoke with your mouth filled with it. He clicked his tongue at you, but no scolding words came out of him for talking with your mouth full, the look on his face still somewhat endearing. As soon as you swallowed, another piece came right into your mouth, not giving you a space to talk, resulting in a strained whine from you.

His smirk widened, shushing you. His free finger moved to the corner of your lips, wiping off a bit of cream on it right back into your mouth, “messy and clumsy.”

After you were done with this piece, you quickly tried to talk again, “don’t you want a taste too?”

“No, thanks. I am not a fan of these sweet things.” He mumbles, while again pressing the fork in front of your lips.

You were slightly surprised he gave you something he didn’t like. If he dislikes cakes, why prepare one for you? Of course, you still appreciated what he did for you. You were sure it came out of a place of care.

“Then what-” as soon as you opened your mouth again to talk, he shoved more into you. You frown lightly to which he just smiles in faux-innocence as if he wasn’t aware you wanted to talk. He didn’t care about your growing frustration and you didn’t try to show it more than the small frown on your face. You wouldn’t throw a fit with him.

“Then what do you like?” You manage to ask before he feeds you.

“Tea.” A simple reply comes out of his lips, not interested in having conversation with you at the moment.

He was simply enjoying feeding you the cake he himself prepared, made with only the greatest ingredients. He knew how to bake, and he was definitely not bad at it. It was not something he has done a lot. There was no reason for it, he didn’t enjoy the things he baked, and who would he bake for?

The Sixth Harbinger baking? As if he would let anyone from Fatui see him like that. He didn’t mind you seeing him like that. Definitely not, you were much different from those insects.

The last bite of the cake was presented before you, ready to eat it, you opened your mouth once more for him, expecting the taste of the velvety cake soon to meet you one last time. But there was nothing. The last bite of cake went right into his mouth. A hint of disappointment played on your face as you were looking forward to savouring the cake for the last time. Pouting at him, it was like taking candy from a child. Easy and slightly mean. But you would not complain, you wouldn’t talk back to him, would you? Smirking at you as he was chewing the cake, he seemed pleased with himself.

Without any warning, he leans his face into yours to the point of lips meeting, his hand on your face making sure you wouldn’t withdraw from him. Gently, he bites onto your lower lip to make you part your lips. And you did. He wasted no time, his tongue pushing the contents into your mouth, all of it, back where it was supposed to go in the first place, unintendedly caressing and intertwining with your tongue in an almost sensual manner. But he didn’t stay in your comfort any longer than he was supposed to, not even to explore you a little. He held back his selfishness. As he was rid of all the pastry, he moved back from you. You let the taste melt and savour it on your tongue a little longer, before swallowing it with ease. Kunikuzushi has made it seem like nothing, he simply mouth-fed you.

Bewilderment was not enough to describe the level of confusion he has given you. Did he really find this much amusement in messing with you? You could not predict his behaviour, it may be that you just need to study him a lot more. The Doctor didn’t give you a manual to understand the Sixth.

“I didn’t want to damage your teeth too much. It was your first time eating and the last bite was not so soft.” He says but it seemed more like he just made that up to feed your gullible mind, “plus you are right. I should have tried it first before feeding it to you. My mistake.”

“In any way, you should be honored you got it right from me.” He shrugs, putting the fork away on the finished plate. You were honored, perhaps his own saliva made the cake even better, that he would be as kind as to not only spoon-feed you but also directly feed you from his own mouth to yours. How thoughtful from the man you see as your God.

He did like playing with his food though. So it was no different.

“Thank you.” You say softly. He brings tissue to your lips, making sure you are all clean and proper, simply discarding it on the plate when he is done.

He steps away to the different room and in a few minutes or so he comes back, holding a tea set. He puts it onto the table, the flame of the candle still dancing, wax dripping. Taking the teapot in his hands, he pours the tea for you and himself, too.

“One cup of tea for you.” He hands you the cup and you take it into your hands, warming them.

The taste was bitter. Leaving a sharp, unapologetic edge across your tastebuds, no sweetness whatsoever. It was much different from the cake you had. So this is what he likes. He seems to be looking at you the whole time as you tasted the tea, his eyes not moving from you, not even to sip his own drink.

“How do you like it?” He questions, getting a little impatient as he waits for your opinion.

“It’s.. interesting.” You reply, intrigued by the flavour, your words careful as you drink more. The bitterness was addictive, each sip sending an intense wave through you. It was fitting for him, you were not surprised he liked tea. Addictive, intense, unapologetically sharp.

He smiles, more to himself than at you, content with the fact you were enjoying the tea.

“Want more?”

It would be Kunikuzushi’s pleasure to bestow upon you more of him.

[qingxin-dream]

the human condition.

He draws no breath, yet he lives.

He has no heart to love, yet you set his soul aflame with the ghost of your touch.

He has no need for nourishment, yet the taste of your lips is his favorite delicacy.

He has no need for sleep, yet every moonlit night he chases your nightmares away.

He is burdened with immortality, yet if you wanted to tear him to pieces he would let you.

He knows betrayal like an old friend, yet he trusts you will put him back together again.

He has no claim to this world, yet he would burn it to the ground to see your soft smile.

“For you, my love, and to hell with the rest.”

art credits: @/__ixyo on twitter

[incorrectfatui]

Scaramouche, first time in surgery: sorry if I'm bothering you.. Dottore: How do you keep waking up and saying that??? 

[boycaca]

I think its somewhat telling that the gnosis was placed inside the shouki no kami rather than scara containing it in his chest the same way that venti did with his gnosis. I get that its probably more so because scara needed a much grander body for his god form and the electro gnosis just so happened to be at the centre of it… but i cant help but think of it as the games way of telling us that he truly is not fit to contain the gnosis, even in peak form when all his powers are unleashed, he still needs to build a whole new body as the gnosis’ vessel, that the so called “heart” he thought was rightfully his would not actually make him satisfied or fulfilled, as it seems to be the embodiment of all of scara’s obsessions

[irminsuls]

genshin impact gif challenge ✦

[1/?] archon quests → interlude chapter, act iii: inversion of genesis

“do you think there are any differences between your present self and your previous and future incarnations? if not, then what are the differences between humans and puppets? whoever has tasted the joys and sorrows of life in the human realm is human. whoever has loved and lost, cried with grief, howled with rage at the tragedy of death that eclipses the miracle of life... they are human too."

[jils-things]

im not in gensh.in anymore but that sk.irk reveal is still so underwhelming to me 😭

[aphel1on]

one of the fun things abt being a puppet shogun superfan and autonomy truther is that every time i do a team w wanderer+raiden instead of going 'sorry scara for putting u on a team w ur mom :/' im like yaaayy sibling power lets goo<33

[kritzy]

I know there're lore reasons why scara doesn't have puppet-like body but god i wish he had a model like herta's from hsr :')) ALSO Fontaine is coming and i'm SO HYPE AGHHHHH THE NEW TRAILER WAS SO COOL

[itssstarry]

whgsdhgfs HI omg your art style is so cool!! all the pieces i've seen here are so beautiful :'DD i love the red eye samurai au so far i'd never thought of it before but it works INCREDIBLY well too !! really exciting stuff >:))

AAAH tysm🙇🙇❤️❤️ im really glad u like my art, i LOVEE the red eyed samurai au sm, I’ve been trying to come up with a proper series of events for the au to flesh it out better,, so far the plot that i have is that:

Scara is the shogun’s puppet doing what Yae and the council tells him to do,, he’s never had agency over his actions and is heavily protected from the outside world, he’s just trained to be the perfect image for political relations with the rest of the nations,

At some point the people are dissatisfied with the government and the events of the vision hunt decree / the samurai battles occur,, the rebellion starts and Kazu + Tomo join the effort. During this time Other nations are forbidden to enter, and no one in inazuma is allowed to leave.

Scara would have frustrations towards his keepers and Yae who never let him know properly what is happening, eventually would resent them too and realize he doesn’t want to be just a puppet to the Archon Ei

Kazu + Toma + a group of refugees flee Inazuma but they get caught where Tomo is executed for treason, and Kazu becomes a wanted criminal for running away, Kazu swears on justice for Tomo to take down the Current Shogun and stop the decree

Kazu eventually infiltrates the imperial palace at night but can’t take Scara down in cold blood, Scara catches him and after fighting, Kazu calms Scara down, when they talk Scara offers Kazu to take him to the real Archon to steal the Gnosis. Kazu accepts and breaks him out of the palace.

Everyone believes that Scara has been kidnapped, and they start searching for him, Yae is aware of Scara’s disdain towards Ei so she accurately assumes that Scara escaped on his own accord. Yae uses that information to plant a trap to catch Scara with,

Kazu is charmed by Scara’s attitude when he gets to experience the outside for the first time, so he forms real appreciation towards Inazuma and sees it for its struggles. And again he begins to hate even more the way Ei and Yae are handling the nation, which leads him to believe HE could actually be a better leader and take the gnosis for himself. Obviously Kazu isn’t aware of the change of plans so he keeps journeying through the nation as a fugitive with Scara. They bond and are closer than ever which is scary for both of them. Kazu just lost Tomo who was very dear to him, and Scara never had a real connection to anyone until then.

At some point Ei creates another puppet (the raiden shogun) who is the better version of Scara overall, basically replacing Scara completely, which means Yae has no need for Scara anymore and wants to get rid of him before he attempts taking the Gnosis, someone working for Yae warns Kazu of Scara’s true intentions now and now he starts doubting Scara’s integrity

At the end they have a huge fall out as they are robbing the gnosis, Kazu gives Scara and ultimatum to runaway together to throw the gnosis away or Kazu would have to fight him if Scara wished to keep it, they fight and they both give it their all ,it becomes really violent. Kazu doesn’t really want to hurt Scara but with the way Scara is fighting he can’t avoid attacking him back. The palace is burning down and all their emotions explode😿

The end would have them separated like in the series, Regardless if Scara obtains the gnosis or not he stays behind to rule a very broken Inazuma, and bitterly lets Kazuha flee away feeling betrayed by the only person he was vulnerable with,,😔😔

I have more little details on the story and art ive done in my sketchbook that one day i’ll share with the world hehe, thanks for listening to me rant❤️❤️❤️😝😝

[reebmasul]

the puppet who desired a heart

[checkered-egg]

it’s finals week rn and i’m hoping so hard to pass my exams 😭🙏 anyways here’s this slightly animated pic of this steampunk sort of au i was thinking of (i have a story for it in my brain but im a lazy writer lol also it’s mostly just centered around inazuma and fatui lore because im goofy like that)

[emiixuu]

blossoming devotion

a prologue to ‘the cat puppet and bunny doll’ series

💌 pairing :: harbinger!scaramouche x doll!reader

🌌 content warning :: unhealthy & developing relationship and characters, reader being referred to as ‘it’, “cannibalism” but not really since it’s just body fluid?, toxicity

📝 synopsis :: In which, you are Dottore’s creation and his thoughtful gift to Scaramouche

✒️ word count :: 3,909

🐰 author’s note :: wrote mainly to set up a lore or something eh

Fixing up your hair, the unhinged scientist gives you a smile devoid of any real warmth. He was making last touches here and there. He was quite pleased with his work. Years of studying Scaramouche has given him a great knowledge of Khaenri'ah's ancient technology.

Scaramouche was great, and all. A great experiment of his and now, he was eager to create his own ‘Scaramouche’. He had to move forward, after all. Science needs progress and you shall be it.

You’ve spent a few days with the doctor already. He was odd, but you didn’t mind. You were only observing the world around you for the first time. Dottore was the first person you have met. As far as you are concerned, he was normal. One thing you learned about him is that he loves the sound of his own voice.

He has given you a general knowledge; writing, reading, etcetera. He made sure you came with all that already. In his eyes, you will be an even more of an impressive experiment than the sixth was. He was sure of that.

You were staring at Dottore, your only focus on your creator as he was finally done with the final completion. He stepped back to analyze any mistakes in his project.

Suddenly, a sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted the both of you. Dottore didn’t seem as startled as you were.

“Why did you call me here?” The voice spoke, low and aloof, somewhat annoyed, too. He didn’t want to be here, spending time with Dottore was the last thing he wanted.

Despite his voice sharply cutting the previous peaceful atmosphere in the room, your heart thumped a little, or something akin to a heart that the doctor gave you.

Dottore smirks faintly, turning his gaze towards the person that voice belongs to, “oh, if it isn’t Scaramouche? Thank you for joining us! I wanted to show you my newest achievement you have helped me with.”

“Help you? What nonsense are you talking about again-“ the voice stops abruptly as he sees you, having not noticed you before. His eyes oscillated up and down, seemingly scanning your whole being.

You could finally get a better look at him too as Dottore moved out of the way. Another flutter hits your chest. The person in front of you was a mesmerizing beauty, sticking to your consciousness with ease. Your breath was taken away as he dissected you with his indigo eyes. Elegant and charming, fairest face you have ever seen, even if you barely seen any other. You couldn’t take your eyes away for not even a single moment.

Noticing the way you were looking at him, his expression changed from mild curiosity to confusion.

“What are you looking at?” He questions, raising an eyebrow, slightly irritated by your obtrusive staring. He wasn’t very patient.

Before you could reply, Dottore butts in, “Forgive its behaviour. You are the first other being here, except for me.”

The beautiful man, who could even be a prince, in your educated opinion, lets out a simple huff. He was seemingly satisfied with the doctor’s answer and didn’t need to pry into the matter, or didn’t really want to. After a second, he realizes what Dottore just said.

“Wait, first?” He asks, looking at Dottore with something akin to a slight interest.

“Yes! This, dear Scaramouche, is a puppet I have created with the same technology you were created with.” He replies cheerfully, clearly this was all a blast to him.

Scaramouche seems momentarily surprised, looking at you and then again at the doctor.

“Oh? You want to replace me?” He laughs, the sound of it ringing in your ears. He seemed amused by that thought. An absurd plan would that be.

“Not at all. I couldn’t replicate you, it could never be you.” He shook his head in disapproval.

“Didn’t know you liked me that much.” He snickers mockingly.

“You misunderstand. You are useful just the way you are. It would be too difficult to make a fully identical copy of you.” He explains, a bit displeased at Scaramouche for being sarcastic with him when they were discussing his important work right now. He was never a fan of his sharp tongue.

Scaramouche just rolled his eyes at his response. The time he has spent here so far was truly a pain. Getting impatient, he asks, “well, what’s it for?”

At the same time, he was at least a bit curious about you.

The doctor came to stand behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders, sighing.

“Unfortunately, this little thing? Useless.” He spoke dramatically as if it was a horrible tragedy, letting go of you and pushing you into the front of where Scaramouche stood. The action made you stumble before him. Scaramouche did not move an inch, nor tried to stabilize you.

Dottore walks closer, standing now on the side between the two of you. His voice changes back into monotone, “it is just a prototype. I had to try it first before putting my all into it, you know?”

You shift your gaze back at the doctor, shocked to hear his words. Useless? That was not what he said before. Your throat started to feel tight, eyes darting from one Harbinger to the other. Your eyes were slightly pricking as tears were threatening to fall, you didn’t understand this feeling. But you held it back, not daring to show a single emotion as you were scared to even draw attention to yourself at this moment.

“I mean, useless to me. Perhaps you could find some use for it. It would be too bad to entirely scrap it and throw it away, no?” His words were laced with mocking sympathy. He didn’t look at you anymore, concentrating his eyes on the sixth as he was interested in his reaction. You were, too.

“Tch, how careless of you to waste time and material on this then,” Scaramouche looks away from the both of you, “what use would it be to me?”

You stare at him, pitifully against your own control. You couldn’t help but plead with him with your eyes. From the moment you saw him, you felt something special about him. You couldn’t really explain it, neither did you know what it was, or why. You couldn’t let him go, couldn’t let him let you go, a strangely swift admiration flourishing within you. But you didn’t know any better.

“Hm, I don’t know? Whatever you’d like, I don’t really care. Take it as a humble gift from me.” the doctor says, smiling at him. Once again, his smile did not have any friendliness in it. He was awful at appearing kind, or perhaps, he wasn’t even trying.

“Look at it, how sad it looks!” Dottore mocks, “it’s quite literally begging you to take it.”

“Shut up.” Scaramouche clicked his tongue, bemused by the doctor.

He was offering him a gift, a non-refusable one. There were no strings attached. Still, it was a gift from Dottore, which itself sounded like a risk to take. If he didn’t take you, what would happen to you? However, why should he care? You would be just another problem on his back, he didn’t really need that.

Even so, the pitifully pathetic expression you were making forced a buried part of him out of the abyss of his memories he has forsaken, burning unpleasantly on the tip of his tongue. A part he had hidden away so thoroughly, he was sure it was gone. He was over and above these emotions. How could you, an insignificant bug beneath his foot, do that? An insignificant reminder of his past, despite not wanting to see it that way. Created and thrown away like nothing? Too ironic for his taste.

Was this a joke on him? No, why would it be? It was just the way of the world laughing in his face but he won’t let it. He denounced the world a long time ago. It did not matter to him, he was not going to give this any more thought. It was nothing. Absolutely nothing to him.

So if it’s nothing, why refuse?

“Alright, I can find some use for it.” He replies nonchalantly, acting like he was doing charity work for the doctor. You could be perhaps useful to him. Who knows? You were a puppet like him after all, assuming you are indestructible as him, you could come in handy in battle. Maybe you would end up more competent than his worthless subordinates.

He wouldn’t admit it was because he felt a small bit of pity for you, not even to himself. In any way, his thought of reason was not a lie to cover up his emotional part. He meant it, you could be of use to him.

“Perfect!” Dottore claps his hands together, satisfied that he has accepted his ‘gift’.

There was a moment of silence, the three of you just exchanging almost awkward looks. Nothing more to be said, Scaramouche seemed ready to leave. For some reason, he could not stand being in the presence of Dottore for long periods, and despite not much time has passed since he came here, he had enough of him. Too bad for him that Dottore was his colleague.

“Ah,” the doctor jumps up, remembering something he forgot to add, “before I will let you take it, I shall do a few small adjustments. In - hm - .. two days, it’s entirely yours.”

“Fine, I guess, send it through someone to my place. I’m not going to bother showing up here just to come pick it up.” He simply says, fixing his hat and turning around, leaving the room without uttering anything else. He was pretty straight-forward.

“The audacity of him.” Dottore spoke, clearly he wasn’t pleased with that, “he still didn’t learn his place it seems.”

Even with the lack of respect from the sixth, Dottore still appeared calm, “it’s fine. Let him fall onto his mouth on his own.”

Sitting on the cold floor, you look up at him. Your chin was resting on his knees. How did you get yourself in this position? Simple, he allowed you to sit near him but the only close seat to him was.. well, the floor. There were not many chairs at his place.

Putting your chin onto his knees stunned him though. You were getting bold, yet you didn’t see anything unnatural about your action. So he let it slide.

He awkwardly raises his hand, patting your head hesitantly. He was not used to showing affection. But he thought you might be deserving of it. He found your persistent clinginess adorable. Your behaviour towards him compelled him to give you a little care. After what you did for him.

It has been days since one of the doctor’s goons took you to him. During those days, you have managed to injure yourself already.

On an expedition in a land that was unknown to you, you didn’t ask for the details of your work here. You were following behind him as his other subordinates were. You kept your distance, not wanting to upset Scaramouche.

Before the expedition, he expressed distaste in the way you kept smothering him with your presence.

“Breathe in my way once more and I will leave you behind in some dark forest. We shall see if you remember my scent enough to find your way back.”

Honestly, his words gave your spine a chill. He was clearly sarcastic and not actually expecting that you would be able to find your way back to him by a scent, but with the way you were always near him made him think you might already remember his scent well and would even be capable of that. Getting lost in a dark forest though? With no idea how to get back and fetch for yourself? Terrified of his threat, you decided to ignore your nagging urge to be around him. Following him from afar was enough.

You carried out the task he has given you with a better ability than the others, causing them to give you silent dirty looks. Because how dare you appear out of nowhere and be the best out of his team already? Nevertheless, it was not surprising to you nor him that you were doing well. You were not like them, after all. You didn’t see them as a competition, such things were meaningless to you. The only thing important was that he would be pleased.

You were even given a weapon, an electrogun. You didn’t notice anyone else having that, most of the Fatui had either cryogun or hydrogun, or other weapons. Which was perhaps another reason why you were getting dirty looks. Special treatment on the first day? Unbelievable! You definitely won’t be liked amongst your peers.

After hours and hours, most of his minions were getting exhausted, from endless walking and fighting. He has over-worked them enough. Working under the sixth was not pleasant, one wrong word and one might get a slap in their face. So none of them would dare to ask for a break. But a new addition?

“Hey, you,” one of your Fatui peers gently pushes into you, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you. She smirks at your reaction a little, she whispers into your ears with a giggle, “are you not tired? Ask him if we can get a break. I’m a little shy and he’ll be nice to you since it’s your first time.”

What seemed like an innocent request was actually a trap. They were all too scared to ask for something so simple. And you, the new fresh meat in their squad, would not know the consequences yet. Serves you right for ‘parading here like you were something better’ in their belief.

“My Lord!” You spoke up, your voice trembling a little, you were still shaken from your last conversation with Scaramouche. He stops and looks at you, raising his eyebrow of what could you of all the people here want from him, “Could we take a break? She is too tired to go on anymore.”

You point out to the woman, who was now dumbstruck, not thinking you would throw her under the bus like that. She should have thought twice. However, that was not your intention, you were only saying that out of the goodness of your heart because you cared and were concerned about the health of your colleagues. Being kind to them like this will definitely make you likable, right?

Scaramouche glares at the woman, displeased at the fact she was complaining about her exhaustion. Perhaps, messing with the fresh meat was not the greatest idea. She was ready to get yelled at, but no scolding came.

He sighs, watching them. He decides to not push them any more and gives out his next orders, “fine. We will take a break here. Build tents and go get some sleep before tomorrow.”

Surprised at the way he actually agreed to the request, they didn’t need to be told twice as they started to scurry off. You didn’t move, standing behind him. He didn’t pay you attention any more, not turning around to tell you off, just observing his underlings, making sure they weren’t doing anything stupid.

You didn’t dare to talk to him either, nor get near him again. Just watching him. His focus on whatever is behind him is none, unconcerned. A bush rustling close, your eyes darting to the sound. The leaves shuffled slightly, you held your breath, not taking your gaze away from it. Perhaps it was just the wind? But you had to be sure. You step in a little closer to the bush, wanting to inspect it.

Before you could come any closer, an armed hilichurl peeks out of the bush. No one else noticed it. Your hand reaches for the electrogun but your reaction wasn’t fast enough as the hilichurl shoots before you do. A flying arrow, slicing the air as it hurls right towards Scaramouche, ignoring you entirely. Time seemed to stand still, agile on your feet, you moved hastily not thinking twice.

It all transpired so quickly. You feel sharp pain in your stomach, whimpering quietly. He turned around even before the arrow had reached you as he was ready to flick it off easily, eyes widening, not expecting you to throw yourself in front of him. He is looking away from you for a split of a moment and you are already acting ill-conceived?

A liquid akin to a blood oozing from your fragile body. It wasn't real blood, just something to mess with his senses. You wouldn’t die.

He caught you with ease before you could fall, holding your limp body close to him. How could you be so foolish? A simple hilichurl wouldn’t do anything to him. Not to mention, he had quick reflexes. He was always on alert. Yet, he couldn’t predict your action.

He looks at your wound, the red liquid staining his clothes. There is a brief hesitance from him for a moment as if thinking about something. Something forbidden.

His hand moves to the place of your wound, touch lingering around it carefully. You flinch at his invasive touch to your now sensitive and injured area. You try to push him off, not thinking straight. Oh, suddenly you wanted space? As if. He didn’t let you move an inch away from him, holding you tightly, even pulling you closer.

“Don’t move.” His voice was firm, he wasn’t taking a ‘no’ or any other form of defiance for an answer.

As you finally cease your squirming, he softens into a look of curiosity. He scoops the liquid that was leaking out of you on his finger to study it, interested in your nature. It was bright red, glistening and tantalizing, enticing an improper desire on him. As if it was a spilled fine wine, waiting to be savoured. Almost inviting him.

A normal reaction would be trying to stop your bleeding but in truth you were not in any danger. He can worry about getting you repaired later. He licks his finger, tasting your ‘blood’, “sweet.”

The word he has spoken, just below the whisper. You almost wouldn’t catch it if you weren’t in a close proximity, right in his hands. He neither grimaces at the taste nor smiles, he just wears an intensely alluring expression, with only a subtle hint of the corner of his lips moving, his eyes unreadable to you.

His actions shocked his lackeys, staring at the scene in front of them. They were frozen and rather not intervening in whatever peculiarity did Scaramouche get into. No one wanted to cross him.

“S-Sorry,” you winced as you spoke, noticing the way you smeared his clothes.

“For what?” He asks, his voice still quiet. He was not sure what you were apologizing for. For the fact your ‘blood’ was revoltingly sugary to his tastes? You should, perhaps.

“For ruining your clothes.” You reply simply, slipping in and out of consciousness, your vision blurry.

With a puzzled expression on his face, he laughs sardonically. Were you really worried over something so minor? As if your ‘blood’ was a filth on his clothes? How sweet of you, just like your insides.

You try to speak again but he shushes you softly, caressing your cheek, smudging your own blood on your face, “shh, don’t waste your energy.”

His voice was almost soothing, a cozy lullaby accompanying you to sleep. The last thing you see before your eyes become too heavy are just fleeting images of him.

Few days have passed since that occurrence. And now you were here, sitting on the floor in front of him, snuggly resting your head on his knees. Safe and sound under his fingertips.

“Hm, you might have not been made for battle,” he says thoughtfully, “did you really think one little arrow could harm me?” He muses, seemingly finding your act of putting yourself in danger to ‘save’ him, endearingly ludicrous. It would be nothing but a scratch to him. But you are weaker, perhaps the doctor wasn’t as good as he liked to boast about. At least he fixed you up right away when he took you to him.

You didn’t reply to his question, feeling a little silly under his gaze as your heroic act was reduced to being stupid. You weren’t even trying to be a ‘hero’, you just didn’t want him to get hurt. That was your job essentially, right?

Yet, it was what got you his praise. Patting you on the head gently as if you were a pet that has performed its trick correctly. With the position you were in, you might even be one.

Despite his touch being gentle, his face was twisted into a mocking amusement. You lean into his touch instinctively, nuzzling into his knees, too, your intentions pure. Enjoying the moment between the two of you, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. His hands in your hair felt ethereal.

“Are you a God?” You ask, quietly, innocence oozing from your question. A dreamy look on your face, it couldn’t be more crystal clear you held him high in your mind. You could at least try to act nonchalant. Still, he couldn’t expect much from you.

He chuckles at your question, not taking you seriously, “what makes you say that?”

“By the definition of divine, I think you are one,” you mumble, pausing for a moment to think about your words before continuing, “heavenly, graceful, powerful. You radiate so brightly, like the delicate moon in the sky. Even in the darkest of nights, your magnificence could show the way to the lost. If not a God, then an angel?”

Where did you get all this knowledge from? He was perplexed by your words. Did the doctor meddle with your mind? No, what would that achieve? He shook off those thoughts.

“You think I am delicate?” He asks mirthfully, “the only delicate thing in this room is you.”

He sighs as if it was a chore for him to speak to you, yet he smirks, “But yes, to answer your question, I could be a God.”

You gasp in awe, taking his words entirely serious, eyes sparkling in admiration. But it’s not like he was messing with you. He had great plans for his Godhood, he will achieve those.

His hands travel to the rest of your body, dragging his fingers from your head, to shoulders, to your arms. He tugs your arm up to him. Beneath his slender fingers your skin fluttered, he traced the lines of your puppet joints, slowly and carefully scrutinizing, immersed in how it feels to touch them. His joints disappeared a long time ago. The corner of his lips slightly raises.

You were the embodiment of how he used to be.

And if one with a seething self-hatred had themselves served on a silver platter, what would they do?

Forgive him for indulging himself, but he shall have you in the most unadulterated way. Swallow you whole before anyone else could. Softly, undeserving of the harsh reality.

“My Lord-” your voice was shaky, clearly you were a little sensitive to touch.

“You can call me Kunikuzushi, dear.”

Please, please, dear God, let our bond be pure and thrive into eternity.

[incorrectfatui]

*at a harbinger banquet*

Sandrone: *annoyed, in a corner, mixing different alcoholic beverages together* Greetings Balladeer.  Scaramouche: Scaramouche: hello…what are you making? Sandrone: A mistake.