Kunikuzushi - Blog Posts
journey of the jointed.
All beings that ever come to grace the dirt, have known love, no matter how little or how much.
And as much as he'd like to lie and say he was an exception he was loved only twice in his life thrice if you count beginnings.
Once, by a good man, who forged blades of benign shine, struck in the heart where his soul lay the heart that was tossed since yesterday.
Twice, by a sick child, who sewed stories of old of dancers and soldiers and burned in phoenix flames, promising a heart in the midst of gray ashes that say; The meaning of soul is defined by humanity, as hearts and souls go hand-in-hand, to have a soul is to feel, to feel is to have a heart.
And so the collapse of a frail child, greeted the puppet with no strings, and now his mind has lapsed back into loathing.
And now he sits in rubble and flame, singing a soundless soliloquy wishing to burn, and burn to death The jointed man wakes to a rising sun, and sheds the "son" that once was.
The years fly as wind blows just as time does, harrowed by horrid hands that never knew how to heal, finally finding oneself standing with kinder kin, as the world forgot the puppet of old, and now only knows who wanders with the wind as most visionary vassals do.
The jointed jaunt the joyous world, with a jaded face and biting words but now free of past grievances, still gruesome; somehow untrue.
The world cares not for the wandering soul that walks with the wind, Yet he does not care in return.
SCARA DRIP!!
OMGG!!HSDFSD^$&#Q$%&RTKFF?FE&TR*W&$ ang.... gandaaaaaaa moo ScaRaAAAAaaAAA hfgsdfd my gawdd wthh
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
uwahh anyone pleasee T0T)// ...,, i can't find a gn!reader or fem!reader x scara fic as their adopted child!!@^#rdGHrw&#q@*#* help me find one😭😭😭😭😭 and if possible, its tag(s) would be angst-angst w/ no comfort or angst-fluff or just pure fluff onggsgdfhds-- and also, imagine one of the lines of reader is from this song, and as for scara this ✨✨. ....... ahem,, please excuse me for this sudden behavior ^ ^)7
a lil edit by me ♡
s/n: plss im just so desperate.. 🥹🥹 i only see it on yt comms :'>
In the Fray
Word Count: 594.
Genre: Fluff(?)
(First official post? Hell yes! Super excited to interact with this community!)
Flashes of purple electricity bolted around you, your chest heaving. Using your claymore to shield yourself in rapid succession along with your uneven breaths. The air smelled thick with smoke, trees lay in an ashy mess around the forest. The violent strikes of electricity coming from two different people, both equally as strong as the other.
Your chest heaved as your eyes blinked like flickering orbs of light. Pupils darting from side to side in an attempt to pinpoint the next strike of electricity. Of course, this had been your fault in the first place. Walking into an ongoing fight that consisted of two people who hated you wasn’t the best choice.
However, what you hadn’t expected was the puppet to be working with the Shogun to try and kill you. The Shogun certainly didn’t care whether or not she killed you or him, she had reasons for both after all.
Your eyes narrowed as you heard a fizz in your left ear, jumping to the side to narrowly dodge another bolt of lightning. The Shogun stood before you in the dark smoke covered sky, the hands she stood on only making your fear worsen. She was an Archon after all, and you a simple vision bearer. Her eyes glowing purple with surges of electricity jolting through them. The aura that surrounded her seemed as if she’d lost all humanity, only being driven by her urge to kill.
On the other hand, your second opponent had been on the ground with you. The catalyst bearing puppet who swore up and down he hated your guts; even though you worked along-side him for years. You, being a Fatui Harbinger as well as a Cryo vision bearer, had quite the challenge against these two. The slightly slower swings of your claymore adding more insult to your already terrible situation.
Your arms were littered with black spots, turning your veins purple and surging with and electric jolt. A single moment of focusing on something else would be your downfall because within the next second, the ground before you was stricken with electricity. This, of course, sent you flying backward.
What you didn’t expect, is to be caught by something. Two hands grabbing your arms as your back rested against his chest. You turned your head to the side to look him in the eyes.
“I thought you hated me, Scaramouche?” You spoke out dryly, making sure to clearly say his Harbinger name just to spite him.
“We’ve got bigger problems right now.” He spat back.
He pushed you off him lightly, picking your claymore up from the ground with one hand. You stared at him for a moment, forgetting about the ravaging Shogun trying to find the both of your positions from beneath the trees.
You hesitantly rested your hand on top of his. “Care to help me calm down this sweets loving Archon, Kuni?”
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”
You took the Claymore from him. “No, not really.”
He huffed out a breath before walking behind you and pressing his back against yours, his catalyst ready to aim in one hand. His other stood poised and ready to direct lighting at any given moment. You positioned your Claymore in front of you, plunging it into the ground. The dirt beneath, cracking and surging with a light blue hue.
He spoke one last time before everything blew up in a flurry of elements and light, a sentence you’d never forget.
“Let’s get this over with, my dear.”
© Aruchemihq - 2022
i keep forgetting tumblr exists
singer au scara yay
i forgot to post hello tumblrians or whatever you call tumblr people
here's beloved in his demo ;;;;
repost because i wanted to fix stuff haha
scaramouche playing with fire⁉️⁉️
scaramouche and childe
cw: slight gore, childe's head (literally it's off his body beware)
too lazy to color it so
liminal space °˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✿°.💚⋆ scaramouche!
summary: trapped in a space where time doesn’t make sense, an aspiring streamer and academic struggles to find their place in newfound fame and love and struggles to answer the age old question: does anything even matter anyway?
005. boba gone right 🌿 written!
“You’re gonna be fine,” Tighnari’s voice came from the couch. “He said he’s okay with being on stream, right?” He asked. You nodded.
“Then it’s fine. Stop pacing or you’ll wreck the floors.” You knew he was right, somewhere in your busy mind. But you were nervous. You hadn’t had a new friends over in a long time. Once you’d found your friends, you’d stopped branching out. You didn’t need to, you had all you needed. But then you’d met Kuni. New friendship was scary territory, and you think you were handling it well—you know, like a liar.
“You didn’t even lay these floors, motherfucker. I did.” You’d spent hours laying new wood planks with Beidou soon after you’d moved into this apartment. Tighnari had sat and watched and made comments if things didn’t line up. To him, that was the hardest job. Only he possessed the eye for perfection, or whatever he’d called it.
“I’m the only one who respects them, clearly,” he shot back. Your hand slipped, and a finger flipped up. Tighnari rolled his eyes.
“Does Kuni know you suck?” He asked. You added a second middle finger to your cause. “Fuck you,” Tighnari spat as he flipped up both of his middle fingers.
A knock at the door made you pause. Tighnari turned to look and sighed as he pushed himself off the couch.
“I think that’s for you,” he stated. “I’ll go let you stream, holler if you catch something on fire.” Tighnari turned and walked down the hall to his room and closed the door, leaving you staring at the door, forcing yourself to breathe normally. You’d cleaned everything minutes before Kuni showed up, and you’d even changed into less blobfish inspired clothing. This was as good as it was going to get.
You pulled the door open. Kuni stood on the other side, mask already over his face. He must’ve taken public transit over.
“Hi, Kuni, come in!” You pulled your door open and he stepped inside. He took his shoes off and slipped into your rack of freshly cleaned guest slippers. A good purchase, honestly. “You’d spent hours can put everything on the counters. We’ll get everything ready before we start cooking!” He nodded and crossed the room to your kitchen. You’d recently redone it, with Beidou’s help, and the green cabinets seemed to add a new layer to the otherwise quiet apartment.
Kuni placed the bags on the counter and began taking the supplies out. He’d insisted on buying what you needed, because he wanted to make boba the “right” way. Whatever that meant. You were happy to let him. Grocery shopping had always been stressful for you, so letting someone else do it was a treat.
“What kind of boba does your fuckass roommate like?” Kuni asked. You couldn’t stop the snort that shot out of your nose.
“He likes matcha.” You thought it tasted like dirt, because he never added sugar. You’d once seen him eating the powder raw at 3 AM, but you weren’t entirely sure if you’d imagined it.
“That makes sense. Green seems to be a theme.” Kuni gestured to your cabinets.
“I chose those, actually! Green’s my favourite colour, and the landlord said we can do whatever we want with the space since we’re saving up to buy it one day!” You explained. Kuni nodded, but you could tell he approved. He didn’t talk as much as you did, but that was fine. You always said that you talked enough for the both of you.
“Green and purple go well together,” he remarked as he finished setting everything up. You nodded and smiled, placing your mobile stream setup on the counter.
“It’s go time! It’s your last chance to back out!” You teased, your finger hovering over the START STREAM button. Kuni chuckled and leaned in, stealing your hand from you and clicking it himself.
“None of that pussy shit,” he remarked as your chat started pouring in. No starting screen, just you and Kuni in your kitchen.
“Hi, everyone!” You greeted your 200 viewers with a smile. “We’re making boba today! And I have a friend with me, too! He’s not comfy showing his face on camera. If I see anyone, and I mean anyone, try to doxx him, know you’ll never be welcome here. Doxxing is illegal!” You pointed an accusing finger at the camera. You turned to Kuni.
“Okay, you’re good to come on now,” you spoke softly. Kuni nodded and stepped into frame. His mask and hair covered most of his face, and the baggy hoodie he wore only added to the mystery.
“This is K!” You’d both agreed that he’d use a fake name to avoid people trying to find him. You, as a content creator, could only do so much to protect him, and you intended to do even more. “Say hi!” You teased. Kuni gave a wave.
user: omg who is he?? user: why is he kinda...?
You chuckled at your chat and shook your fingers as similar messages kept pouring in.
"You're nasty, all of you," you scolded. Kuni snorted as he added the tapioca starch to a bowl. "Okay, chef, what's first?"
"Wash your damn hands," Kuni grumbled as he pointed towards the sink. You giggled at the way he pitched his voice down. He had he was worried people would link his voice to any videos on his social media. As much as he admired your streaming, he didn't want to get into it himself.
"Okay, okay," you sighed as you turned on your sink and let the water warm up. Behind you, Kuni shook his head.
"Should I be worried?" He asked your chat. You'd done cooking streams before, always with a trusted adult (Beidou) to supervise.
user: they're good at cooking dw king user: just be patient
Kuni nodded and hummed in approval.
"I can do that."
"Do what?" You asked as you returned to your spot beside him.
"Be patient," he explained. You couldn't help but laugh. Kuni turned to look at you. "What are you laughing at?" He asked.
"You're not patient. You broke a pencil sharpener yesterday," you reminded him. You could see the tips of his ears turn red.
"That was one time," he assured you and your chat. You shook your head. He was a natural at this, knowing when to turn back to chat and when to shift his focus back to you. Multitasking king, truly.
"Then prove me wrong," you teased as you bumped your hip against his. Kuni turned his face away as you doubled over in laughter.
"You're awful," he said.
"I know."
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liminal space °˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✿°.💚⋆ scaramouche!
summary: trapped in a space where time doesn’t make sense, an aspiring streamer and academic struggles to find their place in newfound fame and love and struggles to answer the age old question: does anything even matter anyway?
004. friends only minecraft server
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omg ignore the time i was working on this i was going thru a crisis and needed an outlet >:)
also this is kind of filler, it’s gonna start picking up next time. just for curiosity’s sake and no reason: xiao or alhaitham?
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liminal space °˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✿°.💚⋆ scaramouche!
summary: trapped in a space where time doesn’t make sense, an aspiring streamer and academic struggles to find their place in newfound fame and love and struggles to answer the age old question: does anything even matter anyway?
003. back tf up
i’m so sorry for the length between updates! my classes require my full attention since i’m set to graduate soon! also we forgo formatting bc tumblr on mobile sucks. hope you enjoyed!
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liminal space °˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✿°.💚⋆ scaramouche!
summary: trapped in a space where time doesn’t make sense, an aspiring streamer and academic struggles to find their place in newfound fame and love and struggles to answer the age old question: does anything even matter anyway?
002. i’ve connected the dots
we got the ball rolling let’s goooo! so kuni knows (name) irl?? that certainly won’t be important to the plot at all no way! also prince mention, the real ones know! also the last slide is scara’s POV btw :))
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liminal space °˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✿°.💚⋆ scaramouche!
summary: trapped in a space where time doesn’t make sense, an aspiring streamer and academic struggles to find their place in newfound fame and love and struggles to answer the age old question: does anything even matter anyway?
001. meet cute
first chapter woohoo!! and so it begins! ignore timestamps lmao school kicked my ass for a week
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liminal space °˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✿°.💚⋆ scaramouche!
summary: trapped in a space where time doesn’t make sense, an aspiring streamer and academic struggles to find their place in newfound fame and love and struggles to answer the age old question: does anything even matter anyway?
000. the elitez 🤪
kuni: streams under the alias SCARA bc he wants to keep his stream life separate from his personal life. second year astronomy major. cares for his friends but never shows it. mainly plays pvp and horror games, swears constantly.
kazuha: third year literature major. doesn’t stream but constantly appearing in scara’s streams. fans simp for him to scara’s dismay. got scara through the worst years of his life, his ride or die.
ayato: fourth year business major starting his own business and streaming the process. pretty privilege personified. student council president, too busy with school. always has the best advice but no one asks.
yoimiya: first year chem-physics dual major. she is struggling. streams zelda and tortures koroks on screen. also makes science experiment videos and content about her prosthetic leg and chronic pain. people’s princess.
childe: second year economics major. rich. definitely a nepo baby. scara’s childhood friend. streams modded minecraft, pvp, and baldur’s gate. amateur model, basically scara’s manager.
heizou: first year criminology major. streams mystery games (mainly nancy drew) and horror games with scara. banned from among us for trolling. new friend of scara, but wiggled his way into the inner circle so fast.
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liminal space °˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✿°.💚⋆ scaramouche!
summary: trapped in a space where time doesn’t make sense, an aspiring streamer and academic struggles to find their place in newfound fame and love and struggles to answer the age old question: does anything even matter anyway?
000. the indie gamers
(name): second year biology major (where the stem girlies at), struggling to balance school and streaming but is getting there! they/them pronouns only! streams stardew valley, minecraft, and calmish games! very chill but also chaos incarnate.
tighnari: third year botany major, currently tutoring (name). the one who hates streaming but does it for the money. productivity streamer mostly but also games with the crew if asked.
cyno: criminology major, aiming for policing. hates police. streams lethal company exclusively. is there for vibes. mod in all his friend’s streams and does NOT hesitate bitch.
mualani: first year marine biology major. works at a local marine life conservation centre. streams most nights and is the designated “comfort streamer”. only member to attend cons. also does educational streams about sharks and irl streams.
beidou: fourth year international relations major. doesn’t stream but has been on stream. the mysterious friend. mother™️ and mom friend.
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💜Scaramouche x Reader💜
A/N: This is a second part to the one I wrote before. You can read the first part here "💜💜". I'm sorry it took too long, I've been busy on school works. Anyway, hope you have a good day and enjoy reading.
Like the first one, there might be some curse words here 'cause again, it's Scaramouche.
💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜🔮💜
Scaramouche isn’t kind. It’s an obvious observation everyone can deduce if they can’t be fooled that easily. He’s an embodiment of manipulation, in your opinion. You saw how his tactics work every now and then. Putting a mask of a friendly smile and nice words before turning into a venom that traps the prey. Without even knowing, he would slowly devour the knowledge of the prey or worst, even its life.
Every low rank Fatui members are scared of him. You always notice how they immediately fix their posture every time Scaramouche passed by them. It’s almost like they’re hugging themselves to shrink, afraid that one wrong move would send them to the jaws of death. You can’t blame them, not when you saw how cruel and cold his eyes look every time, he looked at them.
So why?
Why did you put yourself into such thing?
A frustrated groan left your mouth as you slumped on your chair. It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since you said those words to him and it’s the last time you saw him too. Though you don’t know if it’s just coincidence but after submitting those files, the Tsaritsa tasked you to a mission to visit the city and look for some people. It’s an easy work, as you found all of them in just a day and a half. But once you’re back, you never crossed path with Scaramouche again.
Until you learned he was also sent into a mission in Liyue. You deduced that it might be because of how the Tianquan of Qixing, also known as Lady Ningguang, is tightening their guard against the Fatui and investigating every Fatui business in their land.
In all honesty, you’re quite relief he’s not around since you didn’t quite plan what would happen next or the conversation after that. But still, you’re quite disappointed upon not seeing the outcome yet. Even after knowing Scaramouche, you can’t say for certain what would he say the next time you meet. Will the two of you talked about it? Or pretend it never did happen?
You sighed, your eyes landing on the clock. It was already past dinner time. You started fixing your table and organizing the files you've done for today. It's already late and you know how colder it is during night in Snezhnaya.
You shivered as you exit the headquarters. Mentally cursing yourself for not noticing the time. You can hear the whispers of the wind and the noise of the city as you walk, looking for a food to eat. You need something hot to control the temperature of your body or else you might find yourself sick the next morning. It's always better to be safe.
You ended up in a small inn that sells some hot soup. It somehow helped you calm your shivers a bit. It has a mild taste, the meat in the soup filling up your stomach.
"Travelling to Liyue is such a pain in the ass, you have no idea how many troubles I've encountered."
You blinked as soon as you heard his voice, stopping in action. You almost thought you're hearing things until he took a seat in front of you. His bored eyes met yours, eyebrows raising in question on how you stare at him.
"You're back."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, finally. Two weeks felt so fucking long."
You wanted to agree but you keep it for yourself in the meantime. You just hum in response, signaling him that you're listening.
"It's kind of late for dinner. Did you forget to eat again?" He questioned, his eyes fixating on the soup.
You wipe your lips, "You know me too much."
He scoffed. "Of course, I do, you're the most tolerable harbinger."
A smile formed your lips. "I wish I could say the same with you."
"No need to remind me. I know myself and if you're trying to piss me off, not a good time." He clicked his tongue, leaning in a chair with crossed arms. "We need to continue the conversation we had two weeks ago."
You coughed. "Sorry, uh, so how are we...?"
"How are we? I don't know Y/n. What do you think?"
"What do you mean 'what I think'?"
"It's your fault, you didn't even bother to wait for my reply. What kind of person is that? Confessing then leaving immediately?"
"I don't want an awkward silence after that!"
"An awkward silence? You didn't even give me a chance to talk."
"I'm nervous, okay? Don't scold me and just give your reply, goodness."
You took a deep breathe, trying to regain your posture. When you looked at him again, his eyes look amused. A small smile on his lips as he stared at you.
"What?"
"Did it bother you?" He questioned.
"What are you on-"
"Did the thoughts of 'I wonder what Scaramouche would reply' bother you so much? You even need to wait for two weeks, I bet that's the reason you're late for dinner."
You didn't answer. Now, you wanted to go out for some cold air. The burning sensation in your cheeks triggers the feeling of flying butterflies in your stomach.
He chuckled, "Wow, Y/n is getting trapped right now."
"I hope you'll have too much in your plate, you won't even leave the office."
He hummed. "If that's the case, how are we going to set the date then?"
"Date?"
He cringed. "Ew, did that word really just came out of my mouth?"
You laughed. "You said it yourself."
He sighed, “I can say it's fair then."
"What's fair?"
"You also make me do unfitting things, not for a harbinger, I don't give a fuck about that. It's just unfitting for me," he explained.
You nodded. "I can see that."
"Good. Now, let's leave this place. I still need to go back to the headquarters to send my reports. Go with me."
You scoffed. "I just got out-"
"Just join me, brat. It won't take that long," he insisted.
You sighed as you watched him stand up and leave the inn. Scaramouche will always be 'the balladeer'. Although, that's the first nickname he called you. It's nothing sweet but for some reason it made you happy inside. Maybe it's also because you're expecting something like this.
As the both of you head back to the headquarters, the same whirling sounds of cold wind surrounds both of you. The dancing of snowflakes all around, surrounding every area possible. It's the same but a little different. It's not that cold anymore, not when he’s here. His presence somewhat warming you and the sound of the tinkling bells in his hat makes you feel safe and comfortable.
Before you know it, you found yourself hiding a smile but if you looked at your side that time, you probably should’ve known that it’s not just you. A small smile is also plastered in his lips, hiding beneath the shade of his hat.
thunderbolts and lightning very very frightening
*In the jungle outside Vimara Village*
Fatui Agent stalking Vimara Village Kids: …
Scaramouche, shadow-babysitting: …
Scaramouche’s Aranara Supervisor: …
Fatui Agent: The- The Balladeer—!
Scaramouche: >:)
Aranara Supervisor: (ツ)/🔪
i got lazy
scara hc: sad wet kitten scara was born after he met kazuha's friend's cat. how dare his boyfriend give another feline attention? why does kazuha allow that his fur on his clothes? kitten scara will sit in the rain until kazuha (who saw his theatrics from a window) shows up on their porch, crouches down and opens his arms wide. scara 1 - white cat 0
youre so right
thank you @runawaymun for this inspired idea