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Скарамучча | yandere драббл
Мудрецы Академии вместе с Дотторе пытаются создать искусственного бога, используя Скарамуччу и Электро Гнозис в качестве источника энергии. После соединения с сознанием Хайпасии Итэр может напрямую разговаривать с будущим исскуственным Архонтом. Во время их разговора Путешественник изначально не выглядит полностью враждебным и пытается расспросить Предвестника о его причинах и мотивах быть чьей-то марионеткой. Однако, находясь в состоянии глубокого отрицания, Сказитель отказывается заниматься каким-либо самоанализом и, не в состоянии признать свои проступки, удваивает свой план стать богом, созданным человеком. Из-за отсутствия у Скарамуччи раскаяния в собственных действиях, Итэр не проявит никаких колебаний, когда, наконец, придёт время встретиться с ним лицом к лицу. Пульс Акаши и пламя кальпы[ ] Их последняя встреча перед исчезновением Скарамуччи из Ирминсуля состоялась в Мастерской Дзёрури, расположенной под городом Сумеру. Итэр и Нахида прибывают и обнаруживают его подключенным к Сёки но Ками и погружённым в глубокий сон. Благодаря силе Нахиды эти двое тайно проникают в сознание Сказителя и пытаются победить его снова и снова.
Битва приводит к проигрышу Итэра в 168 раз, каждый из которых будет зарегистрирован Нахидой и передан жителям Сумеру в надежде найти новую стратегию, чтобы победить Предвестника. Их финальная схватка происходит в реальности, и Итэр, благодаря мудрости, которую он приобретал с каждым поражением, и с помощью народа Сумеру, способен победить Скарамуччу раз и навсегда. После поражения тот падает на землю и теряет сознание, но Путешественник не проявляет никакого интереса к благополучию своего врага. Инверсия бытия[ ] После событий квестов Архонта Сумеру Нахида призывает Итэра в Храм Сурастаны, где он находит проснувшегося Скарамуччу, ожидающего его. Кусанали рассказывает, что ей нужна их помощь для расследования в Ирминсуле, и они вынуждены сотрудничать, несмотря на неодобрение Путешественника и его спутницы. Удивительно, но во время расследования Скарамучча сотрудничает без особого сопротивления, прибегая вместо этого к своим обычным язвительным и грубым комментариям, чтобы показать своё раздражение. Однако, после раскрытия правды об Инциденте с Татарасуной - событии, которое навсегда травмировало Предвестника 400 лет назад, тот закрывает Итэра и себя от контроля Нахиды под куполом.
Держа его за руки, он телепатически связывается с Путешественником, чтобы спросить его, можно ли изменить прошлое. Поскольку Итэр ни отрицает, ни подтверждает это, Скарамучча интерпретирует его ответ как положительный и рискует в Ирминсуле удалить свою первую личность - Кабукимоно и Сказителя.
The harsh lift of a chin, a slender hand on your cheek, then your shoulder and hip. His face was one that resembled divinity in its purest form, yet he could not be as tender.
He never really gave you anything. Perhaps, at times, a condescending smile or an eyeroll, but that was merely all. With you he was ephemeral, but his presence was eternal, forever imprinted on Teyvat. The crunch of dirt under his sandals can be heard anywhere.
His laugh echoes through the night, taunting the corpse in the sky. Yet he always came back to you. Everything felt colder when he was here. His being seemed to activate your instincts.
Eyes scattering to every corner, looking at the build-up of frost on the windows. He scoffed and snatched your vision. You felt helpless, naked. A dendro vision would have been more to your taste as someone who worked at Bubu Pharmacy before, but as the snow and hoarfrost murmur, the Tsaritsa gives cryo visions to people who shoulder the grievances of the world.
He threw your vision back at you. Humiliation ate you as you fumbled to catch it. But you wished you did because he left once again. You felt empty without him.
Those violet eyes first bore into you in the land of geo. A serene and balmy day it was, you were urgently called to tend to those who were hypnotized by slumber after touching mysterious meteorites. On the way to Wangshu Inn, you met a handsome man dressed in black attire. He claimed to be a vagrant from Inazuma.
The way his eyes softened as you examined the victims. The way he desired to help you seek answers. The way his small smile seemed to grow when he was gazing at you. He was saccharine.
You painted, sometimes, and you often caught him staring at you as you worked. It made your stomach flip. His name was Kunikuzushi.
He was not some noble, but a mere traveler, he said. Your cheeks heat up even now when you think back to the first time he told you his name. All inquiries for it had been ignored, in the past.
Danced around, pushed aside. Until one day. You had been painting, and talking endlessly about the things you wanted to see, how you were even a bit jealous of him, really.
As you prattled, you saw him lean forward. He whispered his name in your ear, like a secret, like a lover. And in the end, he became both.
Is it any wonder that you were drawn to him? Someone who had the life you dreamed of, someone who saw things you could barely imagine. Someone free from the shackles of expectations that others put on you, even here in your little home at the outskirts of the village.
Someone different. And not different like you. Not a bit odd and dreamy, bucking against the norm.
Someone who seemed… new. Above this. Destined for something bigger than your little house and sets of paints and vegetable scrap stews.
Kunikuzushi was blank, like clay; as if he was half-formed, waiting to be finished. As if when you would wrap your arms around him and press your fingers into his hips, pushing yourself forward as your mouths met in warm kisses, those fingertips might just leave permanent impressions. Maybe you did.
Maybe you helped complete him, whoever he was, whatever he was missing. At night, bodies intertwined, sometimes laying out under the stars if it was warm enough, you would whisper to each other. You told him about your hopes and dreams.
About your refusal to marry the kindly butcher man your parents recommended. About your wish to someday live a life beyond slinging wet laundry into your arms to make enough money to keep your belly full and a few paints in your pots. About your hopes of painting the world, some day.
He would take all of this in and accept it, just as you accepted him. He took in your body and mind and dreams, all wrapped up in your imperfect package, and you thanked him for it with every kiss. What he made of it all.
Life and people and the world. Sometimes he seemed amazed and at other times, bitter. He would never say why.
There are things about Kunikuzushi you would never know. Things he would never tell you. And you learned to accept this, as you learned to accept all of his quirks and habits.
The way he watched you whenever you went about your daily chores. The way he was needy and a bit greedy without vocalizing it, expecting you to match his mood and indulge him before he got too gloomy. Yet there was a lightness there, something fresh, something you felt you were unpeeling as you lived together day by day.
Something that kept you coming back for more, eager to see what might be finally revealed underneath if you just worked hard enough. And for all that he kept himself guarded, he never stopped you. He was yours, and you were his.
And then one day, Kunikuzushi was gone. Just like that. An empty bed and an empty house in the morning.
Not a note, not a goodbye, not a tearful farewell.
Мона и Скарамучча Геншин. Скамурачча Геншин.
Геншин Импакт Скарамучча и Казуха. Дотторе Геншин. Тарталья Чайльд Геншин.
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Fatigue, yes, fatigue. The river water reflected the blazing sun. You hissed, shutting your eyes tightly. The noise of your wicker basket dropping startled you. It was getting harder to breathe; every cell seemed to be wailing.
You heard a gasp, then a hoarse cough. Soft hands choked your neck. Wait, was that you? Tears ran down your cheeks, piercing anguish gripped your lungs, it was getting harder, harder, harder to think, to breathe. Calm down. But it was too excruciating, the sting in your throat. You heard the jingle again, like a serpent dressed as a lullaby. The jingles kept ringing in your ears like a persistent tune. You stumbled again, then fell with a sickening slump.
Muffled wheezes were the only indication of your survival. You opened your eyes, expecting to see the blooming, red Dendrobium. However, all to be seen was violet eyes. The comforting silk sheets and pillows tried to lull you back to sleep, but your eyes opened at the unfamiliar environment. The tatami flooring, the ornate orchids decorating wooden furniture, the pale purple futon you were in. Huh, you were also dressed in a kimono. Everything was blatantly from Inazuma. The door slid open. You rubbed your eyes then looked up.
Come on, get up. You need to eat. You trembled; this was just a dream.
Скарамучча и Кадзуха
ScaramoucheYes I’m finally posting it lol, I had this sitting around a while actually and was hoping we’d get more info or anything on my boy, but since it looks like that’s not. Призываем Скарамучча — пост пикабушника Sayanary. Смотрите 54 фото онлайн по теме ожп скарамучча. Смотрите 49 фото онлайн по теме ожп и скарамучча. Фф Скарамучча и ОЖП.
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Скарамучча и Люмин. uMv1DwQaGbtP_250x350. Просмотрите доску «Скарамучча и Итэр» пользователя Хикэри Такахаси в Pinterest. Скарамучча и Казуха Геншин Импакт шип. Hanahaki!AU Мона и Скарамуш связаны общим детством. Я не сомневался в способностях великой волшебницу и совсем не удивился, когда в нашу первую встречу моя дорогая сбежала с помощью глаза бога. Просмотрите доску «Шип Скарамучча и Сяо» пользователя _ в Pinterest. Посмотрите больше идей на темы «милые рисунки, рисунки, веселые мемы».
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Or worse? Was there a sickness going around? What was going on? Your son struggles to keep up as you practically start running for home. He laughs, thinking it a game, and your heart pounds in your chest. But when you turn the corner, your home is very much not as normal as ever. Outside your home are two men in get-ups that have caused their own whispered murmurs through the village before. Late night gossip sessions in hushed tones, as people talk of this traveler and that traveler who brought news from the wider world Fatui.
They must be. But why? Why here, in your village, in your home? As you approach your home, your son now clinging to your dress, having noticed the strangers and finally taken in your rapidly anxious mood, you see your husband walk out of the doorway, flanked by two more men. His face is so pale that your immediate thought is that there was an illness in the village, after all. Perhaps something dreadful and contagious, and those men were sent here to contain it. But the closer you get, the closer you see the expression on his face.
Or holding the knife? You stop within a respectable distance. A safe distance. A distance that, you think, is far enough away to push your son to safety should it come to that. One of the men takes a step forward. Maybe you can talk your way out of this—whatever this is. A misunderstanding, surely.
What on Earth could you have to do with anything bigger than your village, your home, your family life? The man looks at his companion and they nod in unison. The sight makes your fingers clench tighter around your basket. Respectable, but questioning. What have we done? Instinct that makes your other hand go to his head, to the softness of his hair. To feel it and recognize it and compare its fullness to the thin downy wisps on his head when he was born.
Your husband is crying. They have weapons. They have power. The masked man practically growls at the wait. Instincts are not always smart one. Instincts sometimes need to be squashed. You smile.
It hurts, and your lips tremble, but you smile. Your back aches when you stand back up. The hollow, horrified look in his eyes does nothing to soften your own fear. Instead, they make you walk, marching on, ignoring the questions that occasionally leave your lips. Where are you taking me? What have I done? When you stumble, the grip on your arm tightens.
You ignore him, refusing to answer, pettiness stabbing at your heart. Let him think what he wants. By the time you reach what your aching legs hope is your destination, your anxiety has forcibly abated. What would the Fatui want with you? And would the person who ordered this kidnapping be willing to listen to reason? The tent itself is an ornate red monstrosity, and you wonder at such a waste.
You protest?
Sound good? Then why bother saying anything? You should have known that was the alternative. So… have fun. How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?
Given his position, he can easily persuade anyone to let him bring you with him to whatever work he has to do. He keeps you collared and tethered to the desk, most of the time. Most of said guards value their lives and know the man well enough to know they had better keep a very good eye on you. How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate? But I mean, really, the question is more… is it really worth the risk? Lying or any kind of deception is a very severe offense on his internal ranking. He actually gets mad if you try that sort of thing.
Any exchange like that, you see, gives you a semblance of some sort of power, which is unacceptable. Why give you an inch of your way when he can just brutalize his way into getting you to do whatever he wants? How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied? Books, paper and pencils, anything that works if you give him some peace and quiet. As far as roaming, though, absolutely not. Really, he gets upset even if you move around the room too much, prefers you stay still.
What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use? Rules are simple actually, because a simple rule encompasses a lot. Stay within his sight at all times. Most importantly. Expect a lot of simple beatings — slapped in the face, some hair pulled out, a combination of both is common, where he just grabs you by the hair and smacks you around. Spits in your face.
Chokes you on the collar, chokes you with his hand until you black out. As aforementioned, escape attempts are a high-ranking offense, but not quite worth severely broken bones to him. However, this changes if they become repetitive. However, the actual worst offense is trying to harm him or yourself. This might also get a wrist or fingers broken, to prevent you from hurting yourself. But if this happens again, he decides to do something a little more… permanent. Oh, and probably the most physically traumatic experience of your life, that aspect will help it sink in.
In fact, you get the choice. He thinks something like that would look so nice etched out on your skin. What kind of design do you want? Do you want it on your front or your back? Left side or right? Chest, shoulders, hips? Carving into you like a piece of meat.
It could be his name, or a design, maybe. He could write it down your thigh. Across your stomach. On your chest. Speaking of not going to deep, notably, he will never actually do anything that puts your life at risk, or impacts your… health? How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them?
Will they kill them themselves, or find another way? Because by now anyone should know better. And to be fair, he might actually be wrong. He will, simply, kill them. He feigns irritation at best, rolls his eyes, but inside it actually sets him off like nothing else. Eats him alive inside.
Только я к Волде не пойду! Плавали знаем… напротив сидел Регулус Блэк и читал. Что-то темное читал и лыбился как идиот, ну ладно нам его не лечить. Рядом с Регом был Эйвери.
Этот высокий блондин с голубыми глазами строил глазки…. Мда… Не спорю мальчик симпатичный, но не в моем вкусе, мне брюнеты как-то ближе. От скуки я открыла учебник за пятый курс, который мы собственно с успехом завершили. Результаты СОВ придут в июне. В этом году Северус, то бишь я, поссорился с Лили. Ну и хрен с ней. Она меня еще в книге бесила. Свет божий блить! Нашлась фифа, я покрасивше была! Ну а сейчас надо решать вопрос с судьбой Сева.
К Лорду не пойдем! Мастера получим! Здоровье нормализуем! И кстати, будучи в ванной я приметила, что Снейпа назвать страшным ну никак нельзя. Нос не такой уж и большой. Нормальный, как будто в ближайшей родне грузин имеется и все. Кожа белая, нежная. Ммм завидую. Рост где-то 175 см. То есть не слишком высок, но и не низок.
И да, телосложение у него нормальное. В памяти всплывали тренировки у слизеринцев. И никой я не сальноволосый, они блестящие! Так, исходя из канона, мамуля уже за Гранью, папуля туда же скоро отправится. В общем дома меня никто не ждет! Порывшись в вещах я обнаружила мешочек с галлеонами. Насчитала пятьсот. Нужно купить нормальной одежды и привести в порядок дом и здоровье, а то голова раскалывается и желудок режет. Красиво и сказочно. Еще бы народ не толпился как в СССР за молоком, вообще бы зашибись.
Ну ладно где наша не пропадала! Северус к слову умел аппарировать и это никак не отслеживалось. Ибо сложно и непродуктивно. Поэтому уйдя с платформы под пожирающий взгляд Эйвери, я аппарировал.
Your cheeks heat up even now when you think back to the first time he told you his name.
All inquiries for it had been ignored, in the past. Danced around, pushed aside. Until one day. You had been painting, and talking endlessly about the things you wanted to see, how you were even a bit jealous of him, really. As you prattled, you saw him lean forward.
He whispered his name in your ear, like a secret, like a lover. And in the end, he became both. Is it any wonder that you were drawn to him? Someone who had the life you dreamed of, someone who saw things you could barely imagine. Someone free from the shackles of expectations that others put on you, even here in your little home at the outskirts of the village.
Someone different. And not different like you. Not a bit odd and dreamy, bucking against the norm. Someone who seemed… new. Above this.
Destined for something bigger than your little house and sets of paints and vegetable scrap stews. Kunikuzushi was blank, like clay; as if he was half-formed, waiting to be finished. As if when you would wrap your arms around him and press your fingers into his hips, pushing yourself forward as your mouths met in warm kisses, those fingertips might just leave permanent impressions. Maybe you did. Maybe you helped complete him, whoever he was, whatever he was missing.
At night, bodies intertwined, sometimes laying out under the stars if it was warm enough, you would whisper to each other. You told him about your hopes and dreams. About your refusal to marry the kindly butcher man your parents recommended. About your wish to someday live a life beyond slinging wet laundry into your arms to make enough money to keep your belly full and a few paints in your pots. About your hopes of painting the world, some day.
He would take all of this in and accept it, just as you accepted him. He took in your body and mind and dreams, all wrapped up in your imperfect package, and you thanked him for it with every kiss. What he made of it all. Life and people and the world. Sometimes he seemed amazed and at other times, bitter.
He would never say why. There are things about Kunikuzushi you would never know. Things he would never tell you. And you learned to accept this, as you learned to accept all of his quirks and habits. The way he watched you whenever you went about your daily chores.
The way he was needy and a bit greedy without vocalizing it, expecting you to match his mood and indulge him before he got too gloomy. Yet there was a lightness there, something fresh, something you felt you were unpeeling as you lived together day by day. Something that kept you coming back for more, eager to see what might be finally revealed underneath if you just worked hard enough. And for all that he kept himself guarded, he never stopped you. He was yours, and you were his.
And then one day, Kunikuzushi was gone. Just like that. An empty bed and an empty house in the morning. Not a note, not a goodbye, not a tearful farewell. Like he was once again ripped at the roots, only this time he tore off your own in the process, leaving most of you behind.
Looking back, you can view those painful days afterwards with a wistful nostalgia, a half-smile as you shake your head at your own dramatics. At your tears, at the way you tore up your home in anger and disbelief, smashing a plate to the ground and feeling satisfied at the way the shards spread across the floor. Like you were nothing.
Скарамучче/ОЖП
Из места срезанного будущего растения потекла алая кровь. Ему было плевать, главное сейчас добраться до переулка, где была его безответная любовь, он должен рассказать все ей, главное успеть, главное не умереть. Цветки превратились в соцветия... Ещё немного... Вот он...
Тот самый переулок... Тут должен быть один человек... Человек, по которому страдает Акутагава... Его убийца...
Ножка цветка с шипами пробилась сквозь одежду на спине и оьвила шею на половину...
Because, well, how could you forget him? Maybe interrogation? He feigns apathy. An annoyance. Whichever word you like best. You protest? Sound good? Then why bother saying anything?
You should have known that was the alternative. So… have fun. How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? Given his position, he can easily persuade anyone to let him bring you with him to whatever work he has to do. He keeps you collared and tethered to the desk, most of the time. Most of said guards value their lives and know the man well enough to know they had better keep a very good eye on you. How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?
But I mean, really, the question is more… is it really worth the risk? Lying or any kind of deception is a very severe offense on his internal ranking. He actually gets mad if you try that sort of thing. Any exchange like that, you see, gives you a semblance of some sort of power, which is unacceptable. Why give you an inch of your way when he can just brutalize his way into getting you to do whatever he wants? How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied? Books, paper and pencils, anything that works if you give him some peace and quiet. As far as roaming, though, absolutely not.
Really, he gets upset even if you move around the room too much, prefers you stay still. What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use? Rules are simple actually, because a simple rule encompasses a lot. Stay within his sight at all times. Most importantly. Expect a lot of simple beatings — slapped in the face, some hair pulled out, a combination of both is common, where he just grabs you by the hair and smacks you around. Spits in your face. Chokes you on the collar, chokes you with his hand until you black out.
As aforementioned, escape attempts are a high-ranking offense, but not quite worth severely broken bones to him. However, this changes if they become repetitive. However, the actual worst offense is trying to harm him or yourself. This might also get a wrist or fingers broken, to prevent you from hurting yourself. But if this happens again, he decides to do something a little more… permanent. Oh, and probably the most physically traumatic experience of your life, that aspect will help it sink in. In fact, you get the choice. He thinks something like that would look so nice etched out on your skin. What kind of design do you want?
Do you want it on your front or your back? Left side or right? Chest, shoulders, hips? Carving into you like a piece of meat. It could be his name, or a design, maybe. He could write it down your thigh. Across your stomach. On your chest. Speaking of not going to deep, notably, he will never actually do anything that puts your life at risk, or impacts your… health?
How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?
Стало ужасно холодно. И этот леденящий душу холод пробирался под кожу, заставляя всё тело покрываться мурашками. Руки, в которых находилось уже бездыханное тело, подрагивали, а в его голове стали всплывать образы. Шёл дождь, размывающий реки крови, которой истекали уже убитые солдаты в округе. Раздался первый раскат грома, вспышкой озаривший небеса.
Глаз Бога Геншин Инадзума. Глаз Бога Геншин Импакт.
Крио глаз Бога Геншин Импакт. Кадзуха Геншин Импакт глаз Бога. Альбедо Геншин Импакт. Кадзуха каэдэхара Геншин. Бэйдоу Геншин Импакт. Каэдэхара Геншин Импакт. Кадзцха Геншин Импакт. Казухо Геншин. Sayu Геншин. Саю Геншин Импакт.
Кадхуза Геншин. Беннет Геншин арт. Беннет и Фишль. Беннетт арт Геншин Импакт. Беннет Геншин арты. Кадзуха Геншин арт. Скарамучча Геншин. Скарамуш Genshin. Скамаруш Геншин. Вэнти Геншин.
Люмин и Венти 18. Венти и люмин Геншин шип. Баал Геншин. Казуха и Райден. Баал Геншин Импакт Чиби. Саракамуча Геншин. Скарамуш Геншин. Геншин инппакт скарамуа. Фанфики Хэйдзо Кадзуха. Heizou x Kazuha.
Chilumi Genshin. Пейринг Геншин. Геншин тройничок. Дилюк и Венти Геншин. Геншин шиппы. Шипы с Венти Геншин. Тарталья и Чжун ли шип. Чжун ли Геншин Импакт яой. Чжун ли и Тарталья арты. Дайнслейф и Кэйа.
Дайнслейф Genshin. Дайнслейф и Кэйа и Дилюк. Скарамучча x ИТЭР. Kadzuha Kaedehara. Геншин Kaedehara Kazuha. Юри Эмбер Геншин. Геншин Импакт Юри. Эмбер и люмин Геншин Импакт. Итер и Эмбер. Kazuha x Scaramouche Art.
Кадзуха и Скарамучча фанфики. Мона Геншин Чиби. Мона и Скарамучча Геншин. Мона Геншин Импакт Чиби. Скарамучча яой. Дотторе Геншин арты. Кадзума Геншин. Калзуха Геншин. Кацуха Геншин. Казуха Геншин Казуха.
Gorou Геншин.