˗ˏˋ ꒰THAT BEAUTIFUL NIGHT꒱ ˎˊ˗ Wanderer

˗ˏˋ ꒰ YOU ARE A LIGHT OF EYES OF MINE꒱ ˎˊ˗ ballader / wanderer

you are a ray of light in his impenetrable darkness..

✧ warnings — mention of angst, fem ! reader, doomed relationship, mention of organs. ✧ a/n — sorry for the absence, i was busy writing part 3 of the fic with yandere scara) but for now enjoy a little angst ( BRUUH I will delete this shii tomorrow 💀)

must listen with .. A Little Death – The Neighbourhood

Scaramouche had been stabbed in the back three times, but only after the third time had he finally learned not to expose her to the blow, but to strike first. It was easy to hate people - easier than he had initially thought. Vicious, petty, deceitful and infinitely selfless in their desire to prolong life at any cost, even when it was devoid of the slightest sense… They worshiped the Gods with the most sincere faces, and then sinned with selfless rapture. They smiled kindly, showered pleasantries as if they were gold coins, but each time they began to swear as soon as they realized that there was no longer any need for pretense.

And that made it even more disgusting to realize that some part of his non-existent puppet soul continued to stubbornly strive to acquire this very notorious "humanity". The emptiness where the ribs should have been itched and burned - and he hoped to fill this hole with someone else's blood, pain and suffering.

Killing people is also simple - simpler than he initially thought. They have fragile bones, soft skin and hot hearts that beat in his palms in the last dying fit with quivering clots of bloody flesh.

But the Balladeer did not see beauty in human hearts - slippery, disgusting to the touch and foul-smelling. Disgusting even from an aesthetic point of view. He sincerely tried to discern something in them that would arouse at least a bit of interest in him, but stubbornly did not find it. Or he simply desperately did not want to notice anything, in order to finally convince himself that imitation of people is a waste of time, effort, not worth its cost.

The Electro Archon puppet is created to be the perfect vessel for the Deity. He is above people by right of his birth, by any other right that exists. Electro Gnosis alone will be more than enough to replace some pathetic piece of flesh that drives blood through the veins.

The divine doll Electro Archon was hardly interested in the human body in such a… vicious and obscene aspect.

If he had no need for food, water, or banal rest, then for bed games - and even more so! And did Raiden think about such functions of the puppet organism, creating it…

But when he found such an innocent and bright creature as you, somehow managed to change his opinion about the human race. Hah.. In all his 500 years, he could not even imagine that a creature like him would so tenderly embrace, so passionately kiss and speak such sickeningly sweet words to some human maiden…; he always considered human feelings so alien and forgotten for him, Its uch an unearthly and alien feeling for him… so wrong, but so pleasant… It's as if you're dispelling his bitterness with your sweet taste.

He had no idea how he allowed some girl like you to cross the dangerous line and get so close to him.. Although he does not regret anything. But sometimes he thinks that it was better to kill you then than to break your fragile, like crystal soul into a thousand pieces… He initially understood that your attachment to him was a mistake. A terrible mistake.

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— hmm..i plan on writing a few fics next week but can't decide where to start first?i'll pass that opportunity on to someone else!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ ───.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ OH MY SWEET GIRL..꒱ ˎˊ˗ wanderer

Wanderer never thought about people in such a vicious and obscene aspect… but as for you, everything is completely different.

✧ warnings — NSFW. fem ! reader, cuniculingus, fingering, xenophilia (reader) , gentle sex, just fluff at the end, ✧ minors do not interact. !! ✧ a/n — my dears, sorry in advance for my English, I wrote everything in my native language and translated. enjoy!

Hah.. Wanderer for all 500 years of life, full of resentment, anger at the whole world and people, he can't even think that he will look with such adoration at a simple mortal girl like you.. so worried about your pleasure, so tenderly stroke and cherish, all this was so vicious.. But so nice, damn nice.

But now, you are awkwardly lying on your small bed, in only stockings with a belt, and the wanderer is hanging over you, without the usual white haori, in only black gloves and a thin turtleneck, a tight-fitting structurally puppet body. So pleasant for your eyes. The wanderer made a cheerful hum when he noticed how you embarrassedly covered your chest with both hands, what a ridiculous innocent gesture.. He thought, grinning, intercepts your thin wrists, lowering your hands to the sides.

"It took me just one second to get a good look at you", - He whispers and you blush again.

"So why be shy when it's pointless?"

You nod hesitantly. The Wanderer closes his eyes, listening to the sensations, and carefully pulls back the fabric of your panties, running his finger along your hot, wet folds. You exhale loudly, digging your nails into his shoulder and barely holding back an intermittent moan when he presses his fingertips onto your most sensitive spots.

"We haven't even started yet, and you're already at your peak."

The Wanderer speaks up again, penetrating you with two fingers, lightly massaging your excited clitoris with his thumb. You moan muffledly, willingly responding to his actions, and try to press as close as possible in order to fully enjoy the moment. Archons…his fingers, how long have you been waiting for this, these fingers are so thin and long, moving so quickly but gently inside you that you want to choke!

"Its just…You…" - You answer on an exhale and scream when he reaches the sweetest point inside you with one sharp movement.

"..The first one who makes you embarrassed literally every minute?"

Not wanting to hear your obvious answer, the puppet pulled you into a short kiss on the lips.

Unexpectedly for himself, the Wanderer gently tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear, pulling wet fingers out of you, You whined resentfully when you felt emptiness inside. You let out a light sigh when the Wanderer left an air kiss between your breasts, going down, leading the road of kisses. You nervously watched him, breathing heavily.

"Mhm.."

He left a soft kiss on your pubis, and settled between your spread thighs, looking into your eyes, peering into your face with his indigo eyes that shone under the moonlight, he looked at your face, every hollow to the smallest detail, as if he was seeing it for the last time.. The puppet slightly spread your thighs with two hands in black gloves, his gaze went lower, looking at your warmth, without lust, without any rudeness.

Wanderer let out a raspy sigh, giving you the cold touch of his lips over your stomach and lower, he stopped to kiss your groin before moving lower.

"Haha..So fragile...Adorable"

A soft smile appeared on your flushed face, hearing such words from someone like him was so strange and so foreign, these words and touch.. like a soft breeze enveloping you. The wanderer, staring into your eyes, drinking in your adoration, his tongue darted out, tracing the delicate line of your slit. A soft moan escaped your trembling lips. Emboldened by these sounds, he plunged deeper, swirling around your sensitive clit before exploring the depths of your warmth inside.

He savored every reaction, every shudder and gasp, marveling at your trust. Time seemed to blur as he continued his caresses, alternating gentle circles and firmer strokes. To be honest, the wanderer had never experienced such an intimate feeling for mortals, and now, he did not feel such "arousal". But he did not deny at all that he knew perfectly well how everything was arranged, do you think this puppet does not know how to properly satisfy his woman?..

Lost in the throes of love, he admired the trust and vulnerability imprinted on your face. Never did he imagine that his hands, which were elbow-deep in the blood of innocent and not only people, could bring such delight to someone as refined as you. he gently stroked your sides, devouring you with tenderness and passion. Undoubtedly, his love for you was deeper than the bottomless oceans.

The Wanderer buried his face even deeper in your warmth as if he had devoured the most delicious food (even if he didn't feel hungry), slightly squelching and wet sounds filled your small room, but apparently, this didn't bother the Puppet at all, on the contrary.. He stopped the movement of the tongue and look at you with cloudy indigo eyes, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb.

"Yes..please don't stop.."

"Oh my sweet girl.."

You rolled your eyes, everything around you became cloudy and dizzy, you threw your head back, allowing yourself the audacity to press your hand to his indigo hair, when the Wanderer settled down again between your spread legs. Your languid sighs changed to loud moans, or rather, even screams?

The puppet slowed down for a moment, hearing such sounds from you, he smiled slightly.. He was used to hearing screams of horror and despair, but hearing screams of pleasure and admiration from you is something completely different. The wanderer immediately increased the intensity of his caresses with his tongue, pushing you closer to the cherished edge.

"Im gonna..O-Ohh"

"Mfhh.."

The quiet creak of your old bed rushes through the room, mixing with muffled splashing sounds, smacking and intermittent moans, squeezing all the space into a vacuum, leaving only the two of you and nothing else. As if the world around does not exist at all, only his icy skin in contrast to yours, wet and hot.

You press your hips closer to his tongue, hold his hair, and scream loudly. How good it is that the wanderer does not need to breathe.

Feeling your fingers unconsciously tighten from the approaching orgasm, you let out a loud, slightly painful cry. The muscles inside you contract, pulsating noticeably, and you throw your head back onto the pillow, trying to catch your breath. The wanderer leaves his tongue on your crotch a little longer, and growls muffled, burying his nose in your pubis. You laugh quietly when he crawls up to you, ruffling your hair and he softly kisses your swollen lips, intertwining your fingers

Wanderer himself, slowly lay down on your chest, right where the youe heart is, which, by the way, is beating very fast. He heard this sound for the first time, before that he could only fantasize about how a human heart beats, so he was in no hurry to get up or disturb this rare idyll for both of you.

"You so loud, it's ringing in my ears..and how are you not ashamed..mm?."

Puppet raised his head and slyly looked into your eyes. You understood perfectly well that you were all disheveled, red, and the puppet felt great and after a while was ready for the second round. Wanderer lightly flicked you on the nose, then laying down on your chest.

"And now let me lie down for a bit. Your heart is about to give away all your secrets, beauty.."

i love him

𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑻𝑶𝑶 𝑴𝑼𝑪𝑯

wanderer finds a way to ease your insecurities after you overhear some rumors

⟡ content: wanderer x gn!reader ; established relationship ; reader is a student at the akademiya ; reader feeling a bit insecure about their relationship with wanderer ; but he knows a good counter :) ; the vibe i was going for was silly and sweet hehe ; 2k w/c

⟡ a/n: i did proofread and edit this, but i was a little sleepy in the process, so apologies for any glaring errors! i hope you enjoy, mwah !

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Just because the Akademiya was one of the leading institution for academics in Teyvat doesn’t mean that its students are all about studies. Gossip and rumors were some of the biggest sources of entertainment to come out of its lecture halls and labs.

Though many of these tales were unfalsifiable, students did not need to adhere to rigorous experimental principles when it came to coming up with stories. It all started with the story that the building Vahumana scholars studied in were haunted. Apparently, a Vahumana researcher had brought home an ancient relic they weren't supposed to from the ruins of one of their expeditions. This relic held a spirit who had been a revered warrior in ages long past. Angered at being removed from their station, the spirit now stalked the halls, trying to enact revenge on the person that committed this heinous act. If objects were knocked over by an unseen force, and the air grew chilly, it was said to be a sign that the spirit was near. From then on, many other stories began to rise, each to varying degrees of popularity.

Wanderer thought all of this to be absolute rubbish.

But, he did find the deliberate arousal of widespread fear to be quite amusing. Spread by the students themselves, no less. Mortals were certainly interesting creatures. He also loathed these rumors and tales popping up because he found himself to be wrapped up in one himself:

Hat guy is dating someone famous!

Someone had seen Wanderer on a date and, to everyone’s complete shock, being intimate. But, it was only from a distance, so they couldn’t figure out their identity. Thus, the speculations began. Wanderer wished everyone would just mind their own business.

As an Akademiya student yourself, you have also heard many of these stories during your time here. And as Wanderer’s partner, the ones about his romantic relationship was something you’d wish you heard less of. Unfortunately, you were now within hearing distance of an excited group of students talking about exactly that. They were seated at one of the public tables used for studying, though they were doing very little of it.

“Guess what?!” one of them exclaimed. “I saw Hat Guy the other day with his mystery partner.”

The rest of the group erupted into gasps. Is this some kind of Hat Guy fan club? you couldn’t help but wonder.

You stood innocently by the message board a ways from them, pretending to check and read if any new information had been added whilst your ears remained perked.

“No way! Did you find out who they were?”

“I had to rush of to class before I could sneak by them!” the witness of your date huffed. “I wouldn't have to do all this if he wasn't so secretive about this.”

Two days ago, you had indeed met up with Wanderer between classes, sitting by one of the more secluded gazebos in Razan Garden. You both weren’t actively trying to keep your relationship a secret, rather, you just enjoyed your privacy more.

One of them folded their arms rather decisively. “It has to be a celebrity. With how haughty he is, there’s no way that Hat Guy would settle for anyone who wasn’t some renowned star.”

Hey, that’s a bit rude! you protested internally. They don’t have to be a renowned star…

“That’s why he’s being so hush-hush about it, so it doesn’t become a huge scandal.”

“They must be jaw-droppingly gorgeous then. Only the best for the leading scholar of Vahumana,” agreed another, with loving sigh that made your eye twitch.

You pouted to yourself. Sure, you thought you were somewhat pretty, but not anything jaw-dropping… Hang on, why were you giving into these strangers’ silly speculations?

“Could they be a performer from Fontaine? I heard they have a grand Opera there.”

“They’re probably a vision wielder as well!”

“Yeah, definitely not some ordinary student like us.”

“Or maybe they’re a famous bard from Mondstadt—”

The group turned into a flurry of chatter as they continued with their guesswork. Your time here was up. You didn’t feel like listening any longer.

Some ordinary student… you repeated in your head. It wasn’t untrue, but the way it was said by them made it seem completely absurd for Wanderer to even consider dating someone like you.

Just as you turned to walk away, you jumped at a sudden noise.

An open door to an empty classroom had slammed shut. The sharp thud echoed throughout the space.

The chatter from the students immediately ceased.

They began to laugh uneasily. Surely that was just caused by a simple strong draft. The laughing faded when the books and loose parchment on their table were suddenly pushed to the side, the lighter of these items tumbling to the floor. They all stood up, horror frozen on their faces. The air grew noticeably cooler. Wind swept in, causing the papers pinned to the message board in front of you to flutter.

“I-it’s the ghost!” one of the students shrieked, pointing to one of the doorways that led into this central space. “The ghost of the Vahumana building!”

A figure loomed at the threshold, a sinister air surrounding them.

The group of students snatched their bags and rushed as fast as they could away, scrambling for the exit in the opposite direction. Their urgency greatly juxtaposed against your nonreaction.

There was just something about the figure that was all too familiar.

Stepping into the lit space, the figure ruffled a hand in his violet hair. Annoyance was twisted on his face.

“Using your anemo on Akademiya grounds?” you asked with a quirk in your brow.

Wanderer let out a huff, walking towards you. “For good reason. Not only were those students talking nonsense, they had the audacity to be loud about it too.”

Since there was no one around at the moment, you felt comfortable enough to bring up a hand to tidy his hair up. Though he gave a begrudged sigh, Wanderer leaned into your touch as you combed your fingers through it.

“I didn’t know you were the ghost of the Vahumana building,” you teased, moving an index finger down to poke at his cheek. “You seem pretty corporeal to me.”

“That ridiculous story again?” Wanderer responded, swatting at you to stop. “Humans seek out information that already confirms their previous beliefs. They saw whatever they wanted to see.”

Even though he shrugged as he spoke, Wanderer was unmistakably satisfied with the result of his doings. As he was heading to meet up with you to head home together, he heard that group of students yapping away about his relationship and saw your discomfort at their rudeness. He needed them gone and gone fast. So, he conjured up his most basic form of anemo. Even that was enough to send them scurrying away like mice.

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You both were bathed in the warm sun as you walked through the streets of Sumeru City. It was a lively afternoon, with people bustling about to run errands or savor the perfect weather. Usually, you’d also relish in a day like this, but your attention was elsewhere. The conversation those students had repeated frustratingly in your mind, as much as you didn’t want it to affect you. Your focus returned just in time for you to move away as a woman carrying several boxes of Harra fruit almost sent you toppling over.

“Be careful there!” she called before moving on her way.

You shouted an apology, shaking your head in an attempt to return to your senses. Wanderer frowned, tugging at your arm to pull you closer to him.

"Are you going to spit it out?”

Though you hadn’t done anything wrong, you still felt like you’d been caught.

”Spit what out?” you answered.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he said, glowering at you. “You’ve been acting strange since we left the Akademiya.”

Turning the corner into the more residential area of the city, the streets grew less busy, save for the occasional resident tending to their garden outside or taking a walk with their family.

There was no keeping anything from Wanderer with his senses and hard-headedness. You probably had a better chance with hiding a Sumpter Beast under a blanket.

“I was just thinking about what those students were talking about back at the Akademiya. You know, about who you were dating.”

“They were saying: Oh, they must be some kind of celebrity, or famous adventurer with a really cool vision who’s super incredibly gorgeous and isn’t just some nothing student,” you mimicked with disdain.

Wanderer cocked his head to the side. “And that was verbatim?”

“Yes, yes it was!” you nodded emphatically, ignoring his pointed sarcasm. “It just had me feeling I don’t know…”

Wanderer didn’t say anything more as your sentence trailed off. He simply looked at you, expectantly. The sound of your feet hitting the paved road rung clear in the air, every step pushing you to admit what you were truly feeling.

“I just felt a bit insecure!” you blurted out.

Sighing, the words began to tumble from you.

“Like if this is the kind of image people have about who’s dating you, once they see me they’ll start to think: Why on Teyvat is he dating that person? Which will make me think: Why on Teyvat are you dating me?”

“And I know, it’s horrible to think like this, and I don’t want doubt your reasons for liking me, but I just can't help it. So, now I’m starting to worry whether you'd prefer someone else—”

Your rambling stopped short.

Not because you had lost your train of thought, but because there was something physically preventing you from continuing.

Your lips was being covered by Wanderer’s own.

Your mind finally registered that he was kissing you in the middle of the street, only a few blocks away from your home.

Protests of stopping him fizzled away as you relaxed in his hold. His hand moved up to rest at the base of your neck and you gave in to the soft coolness of his lips. Wanderer’s kisses always had a hunger behind them, but there was something else now too.

Frustration.

Like he was trying to send you some kind of message each heated movement. When he finally pulled away, your body was left with tingles and you were still enveloped in his gentle scent of linen and parchment.

Wanderer silently admired the flush he left on your lips—the colour of ripened Zaytun peaches. He lightly tapped the side of your forehead with a finger, almost in scolding.

“You’re really that affected by the stupid things other people say?” he chided.

You blinked at him, still slightly dazed by his previous stunt.

He continued, with a sincerity to his voice that gave you pause, “Isn’t the proof you need right here? I chose you. So no, I wouldn’t want some famous superstar, or whatever, because they wouldn’t be you.”

Your mouth parted at such an open confession. Wanderer couldn’t handle the joy swimming in your eyes and turned away, hiding his own buzzing feeling that rose within him with a long sigh.

“I can’t believe you’re feeling like this when we’re walking to our shared home together,” he muttered, starting to walk again.

You kept up by his side, hands behind your back. You almost felt like skipping now down this street.

“Do you think you could say all that one more time?” you asked, the question filled with mirth.

“Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nope,” Wanderer, again, immediately replied.

“But what if I need more reassurance?”

You angled yourself to try and meet his gaze, hoping that the pleading in your expression would better convince him. However, he seemed to be notably avoiding your eyes. Unconsciously, Wanderer’s eyes flicked over to you. In that millisecond, his own resolve crumbled. He groaned aloud.

“Later… then…” he conceded with a mutter.

For all of Wanderer's supposed unwillingness, he would always give you the reassurance you needed in his own mischievous way. Still, he didn’t like how those rumors had so quickly burrowed into you. Perhaps it was time to stamp them all out by showcasing to everyone who he was dating.

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are you perchance willing to write for dottore nsfw alphabet

Hmm..I will definitely write this after I finish writing part 3 of yandere scara. But you can write me a private message right now, what kind of Dottore would you like to see, gentle and dominant? or do you like the gore more?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ YOUR GENTLE MADNESS꒱ ˎˊ˗ scaramouche

pt I - pt II - pt III

scaramouche takes you from this vicious, dirty world into his arms, twisting, tying, shackling you and not letting go.

✧ warnings — unhealthy attitude, forced affection , angst, singer ! fem ! reader , kidnapping , coercive relationship. ✧ a/n — two more chapters + epilogue are planned. The next one will be a terrible mess, I don’t advise those who are particularly impressionable to read it! So that later somebody don’t complain about me.

He takes you away from the dirty world without a twinge of conscience, and has no plans to give you back.

You follow him like an obedient dog, barely breathing and not raising your eyes from the ground. Scaramouche's fingers squeeze your wrist loosely, carefully, but it still seems to you that your hand is numb and trembling from his grip. He notices your shaking hand out of the corner of his eye and sighs, forcing a smile.

You have time to examine the small Inazuma house you entered and the gloomy hallway, and he pulls you further. He walks you to the very door of the bathroom and only then lets you go and leaves you alone.

And only then does all the horror wash over you like a wave.

You are heartbrokenly silent, feeling that you cannot force yourself to utter a sound. Convulsively open the tap and wash the blood from your wrist and palm. The sound of rushing water makes you feel sick, your eyes water, and you close them, forcing yourself not to cry. You peer into the reflection, wash the burgundy stains off your cheeks, and close your eyelids again. You calm

yourself down with difficulty and even out your breathing.

You gather your thoughts and with titanic calm on your face, you enter a small living room in the Inazuma style, where you find Balladeer.

"What next..?"

You try, however, to make your voice sound confident, but it turns out to be hoarse to the point of disgrace, which makes the harbinger laugh.

"It's obvious, sunshine, you will live with me."

He grins. You are covered in frost, and your whole face acquires hard features. How unbroken, stubborn, strong you want to seem in the eyes of the harbinger brings him to tenderness. You hide all your fear behind sarcasm and irony.

"Pha, the last thing I wanted in my thrice-wanked life was to be held captive by some megalomaniac."

You respond sharply, to which he smirks, surprised by your ability to be sarcastic, he does not even respond to your remark and insult. Scaramouche closes his eyes and folds his arms over his chest, shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

It seemed like you wanted to add something, but you turn around and leave. This amuses Balladeer even more. It is hard for him to imagine how gray and atrophied his century-long existence was before you appeared. Now, after each Fatui task, after a trip to Snezhnaya for the sake of a meeting, after completing another stage in becoming a God, when he returns to you, Scaramouche is met by the cold gleam of your eyes, and the strands of your hair braided by his own hands.

The first few days you look like a ghost. You hide, barely move, and keep your mouth shut. Fear crawls under your skin and tickles your ribs - fear of pain, fear of loneliness, fear of the unknown. You keep waiting for something merciless, restrictive, perverted, but Scaramouche does nothing and only occasionally catches your silhouette with his gaze.

Scaramouche is not one to wait patiently when he has every opportunity to take his own immediately. But he gives you time, like a merciful deity.

"You're late. I was hoping you wouldn't come back,"  You can't help but let out a rude retort. The harbinger walks into the kitchen, taking off his hat, leaning against the door frame, and says sarcastically, drawing out the words: "Oh, look,voice has already emerged huh?"   

You grimace, burning your hands with a cup of hot tea. "What's new, other than you were worried about me?"   

"Me? Worried about you? Don't flatter yourself"

You grin, the puppet knows exactly which weak points to press so that you react, transform, become softer.

"What's new about being cooped up inside?" You raise an eyebrow skeptically and chuckle, leaning back in your chair. "I created a new salad recipe from what I found, meditated, and developed a speech, coming up with fifty epithets for your name. I'll make a song out of it." 

"It's so sweet that you thought of me, I would have listened," - He squints slyly and goes to the countertop to make strong, bitter tea. Bitterness with the taste of bitterness. He himself hides his usual cynicism, as if pushing needles back under the skin. He is irreconcilably drawn to this barely familiar feeling.

Your mutual mockery is diluted with calm conversations about something personal and everyday, sometimes you talk about the past while he braids your hair into a light braid (and you, initially, did not agree). You relax a little, almost get used to it and begin to notice how non-committal and calm Balladeer can be. It seems that he does not need anything at all, except your presence and involvement.

The false sense of security becomes too clear and all-encompassing. You convince yourself of the falsity of this feeling, beg yourself to be stronger and more stable, but inevitably you open up and respond to the most obvious manipulation of the harbinger.

You can't do otherwise. Otherwise, you'll just go crazy from loneliness in a cage. And is it possible not to think about how truly good Scaramouche can be when signs of a peculiar silent care are embedded in your consciousness: You'll find a blanket in your room: the harbinger knows for sure that you're freezing at home in particularly windy weather and therefore love everything warm, you bury yourself in the blanket and do something. Or in the morning you'll see a still-hot mug of tea with your favorite flavor on the kitchen table: the harbinger has accurately calculated the time of your rise and food preferences.

It throws you off balance. You have to pull yourself away and replay the images of what happened in your head over and over again. You remember he's a murderer, right? You remember his hands covered in someone else's blood and that guy's sclera? (The sclera is like the eye who dont know)

Now will you drink tea brewed by these hands? Or wrap yourself in a blanket bought after another murder? 

 Yes...

You should have felt disgusted, but no matter how hard you tried, you didn't feel anything close to that. But you felt how his cruel, dark image, invented by you, was breaking into pieces and becoming better in some ways, more ideal in many ways. To a pleasant surprise. You once again take a mug and sit down in an armchair in the living room, covering your legs with a blanket. On a nearby table, you find a book in a red hard cover with ornate silver patterns.

 "All sorts of synonyms to enrich speech." And, to your horror, you smile sincerely and laugh infectiously at his mockery.

"I need to go to the market square," you casually drop, combing your hair in front of the mirror. Late evening has crept up unnoticed and settled on the window panes with the night darkness and howling wind, too similar to someone's helpless crying. Scaramouche is distracted from some inazuma book and looks at you, or rather at your reflection in the mirror.

"For what?"

You sigh in irritation and, without turning around, answer sarcastically: - "Let me remember what a retail space might be needed for. If my memory serves me right, to buy something!"

"Oh, and have you forgotten how to open doors?" - You wind your eyes in surprise, stop combing your hair, putting the comb aside. In the reflection of the mirror you see his casual look. - "Go and buy some."

Scaramouche is not one of those who willingly respond to all requests. And yet Balladeer allows you too much. Generously provides independence, does not constrain movement, loosens the invisible noose. - "But for this liberty you will sing to me," he smiles playfully, baring his incisors, and squints. You suppress a dismissive laugh and, without trying to hide the lie in your words, echo:

"of course..! "

Scaramouche catches that this means never, and laughs. How sharp you are. You see in the reflection how his features soften, take on shades of innocence, and so he freezes between two extremes. You exhale through your open mouth and hold your gaze on him longer than necessary.

Threads - into knots, knots - into nets, and in them only to get entangled and to sink to the bottom. No balance and equilibrium.

You scrape your tongue against your teeth and force yourself to come to your senses while Scaramouche "unties your hands."

And, as it turns out, in vain.

be ready..

@anantaru @hitomisuzuya @lavandulawrites @himasgod @neuvigroove @quimichi @rsventhesecondd @anemoswirlsmyheart @nil4everheartz @kujiba @genshingorlsrevengeance

✧ last song — AYZHA NYREE x NO GUIDANCE REMIX , yzha Nyree - No Guidance (sped up)

✧ favorite color — cool colors, black, maybe red

✧ last book — history of Russia LMAOO

✧ last movie — substance (pls help)

✧ last tv show — "следствие вели", honestly..

✧ sweet spicy or savory — ALL OF THIS! I LOVE TO EAT! RAHH

✧ relationship status — I'm single but in love))

✧ current obsession — scara/wanderer (but my girl has a special place in my heart)

✧ looking forward to — lot of things!!

@hitomisuzuya @shyentsfoundherink @hairstuckinmythroat @bl0odyd0kuro @himasgod @bladeswifesthings @simp4konig

Ten people I’d like to get to know better ᯓᡣ𐭩

Ty for the tag @thebiggerbear 💙💙

last song: Black Moon by Creeper

fav color: Blue

last book: Lovely War by Julie Berry

last movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas

last tv show: The Mandalorian

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet!

relationship status: Single

last thing I googled: List of Horror Movie Monsters

current obsession: Jason Todd (as always) and Tea

looking forward to: Rewatching Over the Garden Wall

no pressure tags 🥰: @batchilla @sunnie-angel @jjenthusee @chaibarbie

I had some thoughts again...

sometimes I just be sitting and thinking about what kind of positions wanderer would actually enjoy if he were fucking someone. And just like how he'd casually fuck in general. And my personal theory is just from the back while standing up. And rough but not painful. Specifically standing up because it would give him more power in the situation.

Like just imagine how fun it would be.

Him holding your wrists as he buries himself in your pussy from behind. You want to fall to your knees as he thrusts deep and hard but he won't let you. Literally thrusting harder to make you keep your ass up and pulling on your arms every time you try to fall forward too. You basically would just be limp in his hold as he fucks you because he won't let you go anywhere. Your legs could be shaking underneath you and he still wouldn't let you fall.

And gods don't even get me started on how fast he could move if he wanted to. He was blessed with an anemo vision.

Wanderer could make someone scream as they came on his dick with just how quickly he could move his hips with a little bit of elemental channeling in the right area.

He'd leave your poor cunt dripping and abused but utterly satisfied.

And afterwards he'd definitely be the type to cuddle. I like to imagine too that he's not exactly an exhibitionist because he hates attention. But he's totally down to do you anywhere at any time (as long as it's just you and him) and you could be out fighting monsters and then he'd just push you up against a tree or something. It's unexpected but welcomed.

So like after he disrespects you by fucking you senseless, he'd be hugging you and helping you clean up and stuff and then would do something cute like pick flowers for you or something cause wanderer is a bit of an ass but he's still got his sweetness deep down.

And I feel like his kindness would kinda just spill out as he spilled in you.

You know? (He's just a little excited to have someone who wants him even if he doesn't show it. Don't worry. If you can't walk afterwards he'll just carry you:))

Also just another note, he's a flirt when he puts his mind to it. It's playful too. And teasing;)

If this doesn't make sense or is written weird I'm sorry I'm high again

HEEELP SHES SO PRETTYY AHHH!1!1 (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡

Yandere Genshin Men Memes

Repost since I managed to delete it

I was bored so I decided to make some yandere genshin men memes(^з^)-☆ (this is just for fun and they’re meant to be silly and stupid)

God this is so dumb＿|￣|○

Masterlist

(Ignore how the fonts are different)