#scaralumi imagines

[viatrixia]

[1/3] Balladeer's Deception

pairing: scaramouche x lumine words: 2, 741 genre: fluff, tsundere!scaramouche, fight scene note: cross posted on ao3

series : part i. part ii. part iii.

Scaramouche realizes that flicking his wrist and sending Paimon flying several miles away in the heat of a battle just to get Lumine to himself might not turn out the way he wanted.

“Hey, watch it!” Scaramouche screams, barely dodging a mitachurl’s axe that came flying his way just as he was dealing his last blow against a group of hilichurls.

“Oops! Sorry!” Lumine hurriedly apologizes, a sheepish grin on her lips before she turns back to the axe-less mitachurl.

“Eeep! That axe almost got Paimon’s head!” Shrieks the floating silver haired lackey.

“You’re a whooping 20-feet away. You’re more than safe–Actually, what do you even do for the Traveler?” Scaramouche frowns.

“Hey! Paimon helped Lumine a lot throughout our journey! Paimon introduced Lumine to so many yummy recipes for us to cook when we had to sleep in the wild–”

“Yeah, yeah.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes as he picks his suddenly itchy ear.

He sits crossed-legged mid air, tuning out Paimon’s rambling and focuses on his blonde companion’s lithe figure side stepping the mitachurl’s bare-handed attack. Lumine has fought an ancient dragon, an underground lizard, faced off Abyss Heralds and even gone against an archon–Scaramouche’s own mother–yet there is no mistaking the excited grin on her face as she finishes off the mitachurl.

Lumine loves fights; she loves the breeze that caresses her skin as she lurches to deal a fatal blow on her enemies; she loves the weight of the sword as she swings it with reckless abandon; she lives for the thrill of not knowing whether she would end up beaten and bruised or victorious in a battle. 

Her feet touch the ground, soft wind currents cushioning her landing whilst a loud thump echoes in the air as a mitachurl thrice her size crashes against the cold hard dirt. The groan that follows after almost sounds like a begrudging acknowledgement of Lumine’s victory and a promise that next time, the outcome won’t be the same.

“It was a good fight for me too, friend.” Lumine agrees, her hand on her chest as she gives a final bow to the fallen mitachurl.

Scaramouche left eyebrow rises, “you understand those things? But then again, you understand this floating thing too.”

“H-hey! Paimon is Paimon! Paimon is different from those mean hilichurls!”

“The churls are living breathing beings as any other.” Lumine begins and Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

‘Here we go again.’ He complains mentally.

“And as living beings, we’ll always find a way to communicate…” She rambles on about how any opponent, human or otherwise, deserves to be honored in any fight as they walk (or she walks, whilst Scaramouche and Paimon floats along).

They end up getting ambushed by a group of fungi as they wander the seemingly never ending forest path–if this trail even leads anywhere. Scaramouche may or may not have flicked his finger and caused a wind current that flew a frantic Paimon a few miles away. 

But Lumine being Lumine gets worried that they haven’t found Paimon after 10 minutes of search and rescue post-fungi battle.

“She didn’t wander off and get lost, did she?” Lumine muses on her own, standing in front of a small stream with her arms crossed and her thinking face on.

Scaramouche isn’t too worried. The winds whisper to him of Lumine’s little companion’s safety–well, Scaramouche’s standards for Paimon’s safety aren't all too high. It’s enough that she’s not getting chased by a sumpter beast or eaten by a Rishboland tiger.

Never mind that he can faintly hear Paimon’s cries as she calls for Lumine.

“Or… have the fungi evolved enough to know how to kidnap hostages? At times like this, I really wish I have Tighnari’s knowledge of the forest, maybe it’s best to ask him for help to track down Paimon…” Lumine continues with her musing, not realizing the deepening frown in Scaramouche’s face.

‘Tighnari? That half-bred dog that was hanging around Lumine last time?’

“Fine,” Scaramouche sighs under his breath, coming up behind Lumine without her even noticing her presence.

‘She’s an excellent fighter but she lets her guard down too easily in the presence of an ally.’ He muses to himself but doesn’t think to bring it up because in some ways, his heart melts at the thought of her trusting him this much. 

“Hold on tight.” Scaramouche wraps an arm around Lumine’s body and the two lurch towards the sky. 

The motion is so sudden that Lumine ends up unconsciously clinging to Scaramouche, her arms tightly hugging his neck, her chest flushed against his and her natural scent overwhelming his senses.

She smells like the wind in a flowerfield.

“Whoa…” She breathes out at the magnificent sight of the expanding greenery beneath them; trees that grow up to 200 ft and vines that climb up old damp barks in symbiome

“So this is the power of a god.” She murmurs seemingly to herself before turning to said god who’s holding her with a sparkle in her eyes, “we can find Paimon easier this way.”

Scaramouche resists the urge to grimace as though the name of the flying anomaly physically hurts his ears. But if it makes Lumine that happy to be reunited with that floating creature…

“The winds are saying she’s somewhere north,” He says simply and lets the current lead them towards the deeper parts of the forest where it’s known to host streaks of Rishboland tigers.

“Isn’t that where the Rishboland tigers live? Do you think Paimon’s alright?” Lumine’s eyebrows join together.

In the distant rainforest, a fairy-like creature shrieks as she levitates just inches higher from her original position, enough to escape a Rishboland tiger’s claws but barely. She whimpers, “L-Lumine, where are you when Paimon needs you most?! Save Pai-AH!” She survives the wild creature’s claws for the second time with her wits and her will.

The traveler, unaware of the struggles that befell her companion, continues to worry, “if they get to her first, it’s going to be hard to find another emergency food…” 

The screws in Scaramouche’s brains came to a stop as though needing oiling. When the blond traveler’s words finally sink in, Scaramouche bursts out into laughter. He knew the duo had a running inside joke about food but he’d never, in a million years, thought that the soft, too-selfless-for-her-own-good traveler would refer to the floating creature as rations especially given how she’s been the peacemaker between him and said emergency food all this time.

“Just when I thought I knew you…” Scaramouche mutters to himself, knowing full well that the gust of wind blowing past them would mute out his words.

They reach an area where an ambush of Rishboland tigers crowd around, their tails languidly moving from side to side, some watch with curiosity while some leap into the air, their paws extended towards a floating object from afar.

“A-ah, g-good kitty…” The floating object stammers as a tiger larger than the rest–supposedly the alpha–approaches it in a calm yet intimidating fashion.

“C-c-c-ome on, P-Paimon isn’t even that delicious.” The object barely manages to form a coherent sentence.

“Paimon!” 

Almost as Celestia finally looked upon her with mercy, Paimon hears a familiar stern yet warm voice calling her name. A second after that, something white falls from the sky in front of her, forming a barrier between her and the alpha.

The familiar blond before her almost makes her want to cry.

“L-Lumine…” She sobs.

“Stay back, Paimon.” Lumine instructs, a wind vortex slowly forming under her palm.

In a matter of seconds, she directs the vortex towards the approaching tiger and the rest of its kind flying into tree branches and dispersing away with a menacing hiss.

“Whew.” Lumine sighs, wiping off the sweat from her forehead as she sheathes her sword.

Paimon comes running into the blond’s arms, sobbing like a child who had a nightmare. Lumine’s face falls at the thought of Paimon having to fend off the tigers all by herself. 

Scaramouche does not not feel emotions. If he truly felt nothing as a puppet, then he would not have agreed to join the Fatuis nor hold resentments for his mother. But to say he swore off picking on the silver anomaly would be a lie. He holds no remorse for what happened to the floating intelligence. She didn’t even have a scratch on her body–all that was just an act to get Lumine to hold her in those sturdy yet gentle arms, he’s sure of it.

It takes a while for Paimon’s cries to fall into sobs and then finally, soft sniffles as she falls asleep next to Lumine in front of the fire. All the while, Scaramouche discreetly grumbles to himself about how sly the floating creature is–she managed to monopolize Lumine all to herself. 

The last thing he remembers is seeing the sight of Lumine’s wavy bangs swaying against her face and the orange hue of the fire warming her pale skin. Her golden eyes appear more amber as she soothes Paimon with kind words, her hand patting the silver haired creature’s back gently.

But the crackle of the fire slowly turns into a mechanical sound of rusted screws dragging against a rough surface while thunder echoes from somewhere in the distance. The fire he was staring at is long gone and in front of him, is nothing but endless darkness.

Scaramouche sighs. He’s been here one too many times.

“Why… did you abandon us?” A scratchy voice asks from every direction.

Scaramouche doesn’t bother answering, he doesn’t even react.

All of a sudden, light pierces through a hollow from the ceiling, revealing the crouched body in a white yukata standing 20 feet from him.

“You… you promised you’d make them pay!” The vassal’s head snaps up, its black, pupil-less eyes somehow manage to stare right into his violet ones and send shivers down his spine. Its deep purple hair brushes against its porcelain skin, its body making cracking sounds with every movement of its joints… as if it wore itself out all these years. 

He wished that the times he’s seen this… this thing has made it easier for him. But it never does. He’s staring right at himself–or, the part of him that crawled out of the failed experiments belonging to his mother. Lost, vengeful and devastated.

“Things… things are different now…” He finds himself trying to appease this creature’s wrath.

“Ha! How different do you think it is? Until their mortal bodies fall and decay? How many times must we be abandoned for you to see?”

“Lumine isn’t like the others.” He finally says, stern.

The creature scoffs. “She is a creature of another world, once she finds her kin, she will waste no time in setting course to another world. And we –we will be abandoned yet again.”

The creature cackles, its joints cracking as it tosses its head back.

“Scaramouche. Scaramouche– Zephyr !” 

The wanderer’s eyes snap open to find a pair of golden pools staring at him, distraught. The scent of wind in a flowerfield pierces his senses, forcing him to focus only on the woman in front of him. He feels warm–too warmed by the fire that seems to still be dancing in full vigor. The resounding laughter is now but a distant echo in his mind. 

“What, did you have a nightmare? Want me to cuddle you to sleep?” He wants to smirk like he usually does but for some reason he feels too tired to do that so it ends up looking as if he is genuinely asking.

That turns out to be a mistake. Lumine’s worry stricken face morphs into one that of anger.

“Worry about yourself! You were thrashing in your sleep, your face was so scary… and… and you were saying my name.” Her expression returns to anxiousness as she recalls the scene that woke her up.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“That’s not the point here, Zephyr.” She seldom uses the nickname she gives him though he wishes she would.

But that makes this situation even more dire than he thought.

“I must’ve scared you, sorry.” 

“That’s not it either.” 

Lumine’s face contorts into an unexplainable cypher, she looks as if she wishes to say more but instead she sits next to him, raises his head and places it on her lap. Scaramouche freezes as if he’s been hit by the icy frost of cryo slimes.

But he recovers a second later and curls his body into a fetal position–he may not be able to ugly-cry like a certain floating intelligence but if a showing his vulnerable side after a nightmare is what will raise pity for him in Lumine’s books, swallowing his pride and acting like a scared little puppy is a small price to pay for salvation.

He thought being able to lay his head on Lumine’s soft thighs is the most he’d get out of the nightmare but her lithe fingers begin to stroke the strands of his hair. Every time her finger tips touch his scalp, he feels an electrifying current run down his spine and settles deep within his bones. Perhaps, if he had an organ to pump blood to his veins, this would be equivalent to what people would describe as a racing heart.

“You know… you don’t have to act tough anymore… you don’t have to hold it in. If something annoys you, you can vent to me. If something makes you sad, you can cry with me. If something disturbs your sleep, you can wake me up and I’ll do everything I can to soothe you.”

“I’m no child. Some nightmare isn’t going to make me cry and weep and ask you to check every shadow for monsters.”

‘Because the real monster is within me.’

“Still, isn’t it nice to have someone lay with you to talk to on nights like this?”

“Well, every night is ‘nights like this.’”

Lumine’s fingers go motionless at his words but he simply murmurs ‘don’t stop, it feels nice’ and the gentle motion of lithe fingers combing through his hair resumes.

“When did you start having these nightmares?’

“I was already having them after I became transient but it got worse after achieving godhood–the ghost of my past self seeking a promise I made to myself long ago… It makes sure I don’t forget.”

They fall silent for a moment, only the sound of running water nearby and the nightly creatures fill the air.

“Sing for me, traveler.” His way of speaking makes it sound like an order but the subtle tremble in his voice tells her that it isn’t easy for him to open up to her like this.

These are the things only Lumine knows about Scaramouche.

“I’m not much of a balladeer… so don’t blame me if one of your eardrums bursts.”

Scaramouche makes a sound between a chuckle and a scoff, as though agreeing to her terms.

So she begins to hum a tune; one that reminds her of the folklore she heard somewhere in the past about wandering souls finding one another through the whispers of the winds. Her melodic voice seems to calm his nerves and soothe the knotted strings within the hollow of his chest. The owls and crickets accompany her singing like an orchestra. Squirrels peek from within the tree trunks as though curious which of its forest dwelling kin owns such an angelic voice.

The mellow, tilting song comes to an end with the story of the wandering souls returning to the winds as they reach the end of their lives.

“Hmm. Not bad.” Scaramouche remarks.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet? I’m not singing another song.” Lumine responds, a playfully annoyed tone wrapped around her words.

“I’m scared of falling asleep. I need something to hold… like a life sized pillow–ow.” 

Scaramouche’s head hits the hard ground as Lumine abruptly stands up, looking down at him with an unfazed expression.

“Seems like you’ve calmed down enough to be cracking jokes, I’m going to sleep.” She walks across him to her original spot and lies down next to a snoring Paimon, her back on him.

Scaramouche folds his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow, staring at the vast galaxy–the skies may be fake but they Celestia did an excellent job at replicating the intricacies of the stars and the cosmos.

He lets his eyelids flutter shut as he trails off, “perhaps another time…”

To get the traveler to agree to let him hold her while they sleep, he means.

[scifur]

[abelkainn]

[noriee404]

blond x her stray cat

[azshi0]

[lynnscolle]

Scaralumi cuddling 💕 I head canon that Wanderer is more willing to show his vulnerable side to Lumi when they are alone together in the tea pot, so this is how I imagine them to sleep together every night ^^

[raechenblut]

Countdown to your lips

| Scaralumi | Fluff

In a moment, Lumine had him on the floor, straddling him imprisoning his hips while immobilizing his wrists to the side of his head, something routine in their training sessions, nothing new. And he wouldn't admit that on more than one occasion he'd been tempted to push her to his lips, wipe that smug smile from hers and smash her against him making her shudder, but his pride outweighed.

It always weighed more. For that reason, to this day, he dared to bury those ideas deep within his non-existent heart. He would never be able to succumb to such repulsive temptation, so why was he choking with anticipation now with her so close to him?

Silence hung between them, while their heavy breaths from exhaustion filled the space. He should be wriggling out of her grasp, struggling to find an opening in her defense and turn the tables in his favor. He should, he should...

His gaze fell inevitably to her lips, beautifully painted pink, full and tempting. Approaching timidly waiting for any sign to stop.

He wouldn't fall, not to her. Not to the honey eyes that bathed him, not to her perfume combined now with the sweat and salt of the hustle and bustle, not to those beautiful curves that danced to the sound of her sword to hypnotize him.

Maybe if he counted down, his stupid head would clear up and he could keep burying those feelings in the darkest part of his being.

Ten, nine

He swallowed hard.

Eight

Their breaths now mixing like a dangerous cocktail. His eyes looking at hers with a sick longing.

Seven

Why was his empty chest clenching so tight? His pulse profusely ringing in his ears.

Six

Her lashes fanning, still searching him for a shred of rejection to stop this before he regrets it. He could still stop her. Why the hell wasn't he stopping her?

Five, four

Her hand resting on his cheek, still asking for unspoken permission to continue. Deluded, he would never give it to her.

Never…

Him, unconsciously leaning into her touch that made him shudder, his stomach fluttering with anticipation.

Three, two

He found himself running his hand down her neck to the nape of her neck, sinking into her golden strands, in case she still had the audacity to move away now. His eyes closing, getting lost in the softness of her lips that still barely touched his timidly.

One

His lips finally moving with hers. A slow kiss of discovery. Like someone trying for the first time a strange fruit they had never seen before. Cautiously, taking the time to savor the texture, flavor, smell. And he doesn't understand how the absurd gesture fills his chest so much. Heat that she lulls him to sleep and envelops him like a lullaby. Fluffy lips, as soft and sweet as he always imagined. His hand on her nape, moving in time with their dance. Her hand pulling him a little closer and he complies. Both melting into each other.

A moment, so eternal and so ephemeral at the same time. He felt that years, centuries, had passed, and when that finished, he felt it for a vile second. He found himself chasing after her in an attempt to prolong the moment, but his sanity quickly returned to him only to end up scowling at her with all his confusion. The question of why she had been so cruel as to give him that delicious morsel and then just rip it off, was drawn on his delicate features.

Lumine shyly tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear without being able to meet his eyes, still embarrassed for having initiated the touch, an aggressive blush on her cheeks.

"You can pretend this never happ-"

She couldn't finish the sentence by the time his lips collided with hers again. This time the kiss was more voracious, eager, hungry. The wanderer had raised himself over his elbows so he could reach her, taking her by the neck and jaw to pull her toward him. Stupid human, believing that from now on, having given him a taste of that horrible elixir that ignited the fire already latent in him, he was going to simply pretend that nothing happened.

Days, he would even dare to say that many nights, having her like this between his lips had crossed his mind. So wrapped up in his pride that he'd try anything. And now that he had her just as he had wanted so much, he was not going to deprive himself of the sweet taste of her lips, much less the pleasure of enveloping her in his arms over and over again.

[fairykazu]

SNOW WALTZ FT. AYAKA contents // friends to lovers, pining, requited love, fairies au (?), implied scaralumi & implied kokotao, plot holes and ice skating masterlist notes // i couldn't finish this one or complete it in the way i wanted to so it's unfortunely unfinished

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although it was hard to explain to your normal friends that you kept in touch with fairies, one particularly being a snow fairy princess. your friends were confused as to why you were still friends with imaginary beings but assumed it was a bit so they went along with it. you asked her if it was alright if you brought along two friends and she agreed as along she can too.

"it might take awhile for her to be human sized. it's actually way easier if we were smaller." you explained while both of your friends and you were in your backyard, sitting on a nook of a weeping willow. the tree has been decked out with fairy decorations or houses.

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you remember the first time you had met ayaka. maybe when you were around fourteen and ayaka was around the same age. ayaka said that she heard she was birthed from a baby's laugh or breath when she was born, saying that your laughter brought her peace.

you thought she was being a little crazy especially when you met her she was very... human sized. "what do you mean? weren't you born from your mother's belly?" you asked, curious.

ayaka seemed to laugh, her silvery hair flowing in the wind, not even getting disheveled. "no? do you?"

"yes?"

"oh! that sounds terrifying." ayaka said, her face twisting in horror trying to imagine how that must had felt. you agreed, "it was. or at least it sounds it does? wait..."

wait, this girl isn't from the neighborhood. she's too... pretty to be in this neighborhood. no offense to anyone living on oceanvines blvd, but you have seen the people who live here and they look average. she looks out of this world. also! you're fourteen you should remember, stranger danger???

"who are you?"

"um, im princess ayaka kamisato. i live in winterbreeze-" you caught onto her lie but you played along. "avenue and i like to play in the snow."

"where is winterbreeze avenue anyway? i havent heard of it."

ayaka's face grew visbly nervous, "um, you'll see it's a new street." the blue eyed girl looked at every other object and animal but you. seeing when the animals in the area scurried to her as if she really was royalty made you question if you were dreaming or not.

you pinched yourself.

you weren't. you heard some weird sparkling sound behind ayaka. "hey, uh, princess?"

"yes?"

"what's that?" you pointed at her back, showing a pair of light blue wings that show up as transparent as ice. ayaka froze on the spot, getting caught. she groaned, leading you on the park's bench. "um, so, i am a princess."

"right."

"and i am a fairy and i come from a place called tevyat." although you did had a suspicion, that she was really out of this world, she sounded crazy. if she was a fairy, it would make sense since she was too pretty to be here. but you were still confused, nevertheless. like why was a fairy like her on earth with you? why here?

"okay, let's say you are a fairy-"

"which i am." ayaka fluttered her wings as you corrected yourself.

"you are a fairy princess who lives in tevyat. why are you here with me as a human sized fairy? if you're okay with telling! if it's like sensitive stuff, it's totally okay with me." you smiled as sweet as you could muster. hoping that you don't look like a total freak.

"i... i wanted to escape from my world. although it is magical and i love it since i grew up there. but there is so much responsibilities i have to take over and care of. i was trained since i was a child to do all this 'princessy things'. it just feels out of place for me."

although you weren't a princess and certainly not a fairy, you understood where she was coming from. "don't worry, i understand. but you should probably go back home because your family is most likely worried about you. if you do want to talk to me, let me know. you're really pretty... looking!"

ayaka's natural rosy face flushed, "thank you so much-"

"name."

"name. i will visit soon, i promise."

"okay!"

eventually, ayaka kept coming back to your house. playing pretend with you, hanging out with you; you spent most of your teen years with ayaka and you were even able to go to the fairy land too. however, as the both of you grew up, you weren't able to hang out as freely as before and without realizing it, the both of you developed feelings for each other.

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"what?" you turned to hu tao, tilting your head.

"what? i know it's a bit... confusing. but she's real."

a blonde laughed,"yeah, right. she's as real as hu tao's crush repiocrating feelings."

"lumine, she said she would think about it." hu tao frowned.

suddenly, a gust of cold breeze danced through the backyard, swirling itself around the willow tree. eventually, it formed a silhouette of a girl with long silver hair that couldve been created by threading ice, a fair complexion dusted by rosy cheeks and the winter breeze. "hi, princess!" you said, waving at ayaka. across from you were hu tao and lumine agape.

"she's real??"

ayaka smiled, "of course, im real! as promised, i also brought my friends." they were right behind ayaka, stepping out to reveal themselves. one was a manifestation of wind, blowing the strands of lumine's hair. he was tall and had a purple-blue hair flowing down. the other was nearly like a mermaid if you had mistaken her wings as a tail, which was weird to think about without the context.

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between the group of fairies and yourself, leaving out of your friends, you all decided it was probably best to transform as little elves or fairies instead of being big ol' humans. "as well as not jeopardy the future of fairies."

"i agree." you said, nodding your head. keeping the conversation very hushed as lumine and hu tao gets progressively more and more curious.

you turned around to hu tao and lumine, "so, we are becoming little elves in the fairy world. im going to hang out with my good friend,"

hu tao raised a brow. she has seen the way ayaka looked at you and it was more than just being "friends". "ayaka and you two can have a tour of the fairy tevyat. ayaka says it's okay and plus, she is the princess so whatever she says goes."

"i don't think a princess of a nation should-"

"shut up, lumine, fairies are real. get with the drill." hu tao interrupted.

[doubleotakupower]

GENSHIN 3.2 SPOILERS

Uuuuh so Scaralumi- ya’ll like Scaralumi? I like Scaralumi A LOT- so much so I made a webtoon- with a very angsty prologue- A PROLOGUE I DEFINITELY DIDN’T HAVE TO CHANGE OR REDO ONCE 3.2 DROPPED - AHAHAHA THAT WOULD BE CRAZY RIGHT?!

I want to become slowly known as that one deranged Scaralumi fanartist by this time next year- expect a good few comics from me (I literally cannot stop drawing them)

On a side note- post boss battle cutscene killed me- the light and hope leaving his eyes lives with me always- which is why you can imagine the pain I felt having to rewatch that very cutscene over and over 168 times- HA- I am in the PTSD pancakemouche samsara!

I really hope using the spoiler tag works- don’t be too mad if it doesn’t I am still very much trying to relearn how this site works lmao- 3.2 SPOILERS BTW-

[jinkicake]

BIG MOOD PATHETIC SCARAMOUCHE IS SO FUNNY HES RLY THE LITTLE MEOW MEOW😭 need him to be absolutely obsessed w me but he’s too embarrassed that he wants to hold my hand so he pretends to hate me and im like “ that’s mice sweetheart what di you want for dinner?” Saw someone make a dc where you ignore him for like 5 days and he’s on his knees begging like “PLEASE LOOK AT ME” like thats so real to me😭😭 bc once you’ve given him affection he’s gunna do everything to keep it within his grasp😔 ALSO HE DEF WOULD TIE YOU UP AND LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN💀 childe and singora are so casual about it😭 when he comes back they talk like you’re not even there “how long have they been here?” “I lost count after the fourth hour” “ they’re still conscious I’m impressed” like he’s such an asshole but he will do the 🥺🥺👉🏼👈🏼”can I have a hug” afterwards💀 love that for him. Keeps him in my pocket like a little purse dog, he’s my guard dog boyfriend bc he will kill first and ask questions later. “ I don’t like how he looked at you” “he’s the waiter” AND YOOOO DONT EVEN LET DOTTORE UGLY ASS COME CLOSE TO YOU ITS OVER FR-don’t like his new design he’s just a creep like I was the “clones” back the short haired funny scientist dude like I like them unhinged in a clown way!! He’s fuckable, the abusive leather daddy dom on the other hand😒 like he’s fun if he has a tired annoyed uncle personally like he lives to bully childe. But just going around threatening scaramouche and collei bc I forgot he did experiments on her too in the manga is musty like that mask is lame!! WHERE IS THE CLOWN KING😡- he would reflexively go for his throat like he opens his mouth and suddenly his throat is slit “ my bad I got anxious” SGDHSHS UNDERSTANDABLE😭😭😭 and the streets is saying he’s gunna have a claymore??? BE SERIOUS HES A SCIENTISTS TWINK WHOS HUNCHED IVER IN A LAB ALL DAY HE CANT CARY THAT SHIT?? Like he only experiments on KIDS bc he could never kidnap a whole adult like imagine he tries to get itto?? HIS ASS WOULD BE DEAD IN 10 SECONDS!! HE CANNOT FIGHT DELUSION OR NOT!! I would beat his ASS like if you don’t get your ass out my face looking like an X-ray 😒 like be bothering all them people bc he wants so ass he weights 70 pounds soaking wet so he needs to borrow childes body weight

no exACTLY. listen, i love mean!scaramouche as much as the next person but if he's not obsessed then i dont want him. pathetic!scaramouche is the best scaramouche

i saw this scaralumi fanart of him drunk at a bar and diluc calls lumine to calm scara down and when she answers hes like 'hey ugly' and she hangs up and he starts crying again and ugh it's too perfect like that artist captured his best side with that simple fanart heheh

HAHAH yeah scaramouche is the worst bc he would do something so mean to you like ignore you while working but the second he finds out youre mad at him he'll be begging for your attention like he didn't just starve you for two days.... hes a great yandere me thinks-

Scaramouche = purse dog is the best comparison ive ever read T T

okay hear me out... i can forgive all the heinous crimes dottore has committed but i draw the line at him being UGLY. Maybe if he were cuter I would also be obsessed w him but he's so..... eh- LOL i like the clones better than him! (rip to the clones :-(() but also.... him being ugly is kinda the appeal? am i right??? i can never make up my mind-

dottore is supposed to have a CLAYMORE?! WHAT THE HLLL,,,im very confused about his leaks bc i heard that the shit company can't let characters be playable if theyre evil and tbh i dont want him to be redeemed bc he literally cant be redeemed and hes fun as a psycho like??? idk idk idk im just focused on sexy yelan in 3.4 she will be mine!

also isn't dottore one of the top three strongest in the fatui??? right i think....? i seriously dont know how but tbh i dont care! i just focus on mr hottie soooooooooooo sexy capitano teehee

[zenexxe]

i do not ship scaralumi but their dynamic is peak comedy 😭😭 i can imagine them going like

"oh-hoh, just you wait traveler!! im gonna get u this time around!!"

"huh?? what's that?? i cant hear u over the sound of ur mother being disappointed in u!!"

"shut up, you're no better!! this is why ur brother left u!!"

"OH?! you're one to talk? YOU were discarded by ur mom as well!!"

[viatrixtravels-a]

Ship Bias

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse!

// I am such a sucker for the tension which Wanlumi/Scaralumi provides hnnnーー

With most other ships Lumine is either protective over her S/O or she gets all uwuwu and flustered around them, but not with these two, haha.

They're constantly at each other's throats and getting into arguments but there's also a lot of low key romantic/sexual tension between them. 👀

I just imagine a scenario where it's like:

"Fuck you."

"Well, fuck you too."

"...So, my bed or yours?"

[lynnscolle]

Scaralumi Week Art 2023

Trigger warning: blood for day 6 art

Scaralumi week on Twitter was from the 1st to 7th December however since I got sick in the middle of it my last piece was a bit delayed haha ^^" But now that all of them are posted I'm posting them as a batch here :D

Day 1 - Modern Au

Amusement park date~

Day 2 - Domestic Life

This one is a continuation of day 1. Lumine likes to take some photos of their daily life :D

Day 3 - Tattooist x Florist

That tattoo artist from the studio next door seems to be very close with the little blonde florist from this flower shop huh

Day 4 - Vampire AU

Lumine was saved from bandits by a vampire but for some reason he doesn't want to let her leave... Should she feel lucky about it our not? :> (This one I wanna turn into a longer comic :D)

Day 5 - Wedding

I wanna attend their wedding

Pose reference: https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4736743884459377

Artist: _毛森 (weibo)

Day 6 - Promise/Betrayal

I can imagine that we will come back to Mondstadt one day and Celestia will go bonkers

Day 7 - Free day

Their daily sillyness~

If you made it this far, thank you! :D Thank you for your appreciation and support as always! Your comments are funny xD