Jules of Nature
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@godbringer
#GODBRINGER ━━ private, highly selective, canon divergent blog for 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆 from hoyoverse's 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕. 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙥𝙘. this portrayal focuses heavily on godhood & eldritch / horror aspects related to the concept of being the puppet of a god ! trigger warnings for body horror and body mutilation especially apply. follow with care. written by ash ( 25 / he + they ).
pinned art. icon art. carrd.
Husk of Opulent Dreams: Song of Life
@godbringer , continued.
“ no. ” it doesn’t. perhaps the answer comes a bit too easily as hands finally stop what they’re working on. “ because that is precisely what i wanted. ” to be forgotten, left behind, a ghost or corpse with no name to be remembered by. but you didn’t, did you, little balladeer ? all this anger and rage and bitterness that consumes him is but the pain and grief and sorrow he has felt from the very beginning. when he was left all alone, made to feel, bear the burden of having a heart without the means or guidance to properly handle them. adrian sees that now, all too clearly.
scaramouche is dangerous. even moreso now that adrian has dared to speak her name ⸺ perhaps the one and only switch that invokes pure and absolute hatred. they shouldn’t chance poking the beast again. but to leave the air stifled with static electricity and this heavy tension is simply not an option.
they rise from their chair to close the distance between them, daring to sit before the other, daring to gaze upon him with warmth and tenderness and daring, briefly, to cradle his cheek with a gentle palm, bracing for the prick of electricity beneath their fingertips. “ what is it that you want ? ”
“ good for you. “ a bitter snarl, saturated in its own bloodlust. a dark sweep of lashes disguises the intent, whatever else may be beneath the surface. with distrust, he tracks their movements -- an animal backed into a corner, more liable to bite than anything else. he hasn’t bared his teeth. not yet. from something like him, this is all but docility.
and then their palm cradles his cheek, and he sparks. not quite a wildfire, but oh, how he wants to be. his molars ache. the back of his hand connects hard with theirs, the room lighting with a brief flash; the embers of a collision, rather than the sustained violence of a storm. scarcely even enough to shock.
( she had held him when he had knelt on that floor. his memories are so scarce, fractured, like a mirror shattered, but he can remember how cold her hands had been, the faint smell of ozone in the air. the feel of nails dragging along his scalp, and his cheeks, wet with tears. he hasn’t cried since; hasn’t felt someone touch him since, at least not in a way that isn’t rife with violence ).
“ what do you think this is? “ his hands are fists in his lap. a fury so crystallized that it’s ceased to bear resemblance to anything but what it is ( hurt – age old / a fire tended through centuries ). “ do you want me to cry for you? would that make you feel better? focus on your own pathetic life. i’m not playing this game. “
if u use it pronouns on scara he’s legally allowed 2 tear out ur throat. thank u x
SCARA LEAKED ANEMO DELUSION BIG UP
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@sungracd » unprompted ( always accepting ) : “ … do you despise her? ” their voice is gentle as it breaks through the silence lingering in the air. but rather than tense and filled with discomfort, it's one of pensive calm as they busy themself with the task at hand, fingers weaving torn fabric with needle and thread. “ the one who created you? ”
𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, awash in the red purple hues of blunt force trauma. it is a good thing they aren’t looking at him, because he’s mimicking the impression of a fish right now -- parted lips, closed, parted, closed. the temper comes, but it’s molasses thick and a moment too late to disguise what it really is ( pain / flared somewhere in the cavity of his chest where a heart should sit ).
his head jerks away, hand swiping against his cheek, clawed fingers curving palm into a light fist. the answer itself is wrapped in layers of stillness, like the quiet of the world in the center of the storm. outside, it rages. he doesn’t bite, but his teeth ache all the same.
restraint, if only for the sake of hiding how well that perception pierces him.
a long, long moment passes. they’re so calm in their corner, unflinching in their task, diligent as if there is nothing else half as important. as if they haven’t just driven a stake straight through his chest. no one has dared to ask him about her since he’d woken up, and he’d nearly killed the doctor for that infraction. it is a testament to time that history does not repeat itself here -- not that it can heal, but that it can erode. awash the hurt in dust, so it is fuzzy at the edges, and harder to identify.
“ what a stupid question. “ he is resolutely not looking at them. picking, instead, at the fading polish on his thumb, its sheen catching the light in a myriad of colors, like the wings of a beetle, like an oil sheen beneath lamplight. he feels like that, too. if they shift wrong, maybe he’ll catch fire. a sneer, pretty and petty and cruel, is on his mouth. “ is that what you want to talk about? philosophy? “
like a pinned specimen under harsh light. the feeling isn’t so different from someone poking around his guts; more instead like shrapnel shaking around in his lungs. every reaction feels like he is giving something away.
“ do you hate your creator? it doesn’t matter – they don’t even think about you. you aren’t real, aren’t worth the thought, aren’t alive to them. “ it is spilling from his mouth like an insult, but there’s something there beneath it all. greater depths within the shallows. he finally looks at them – the temper is swirling, a violet glow in the flash of his eyes. “ doesn’t that make you mad? “
scara’s reputation is something that built itself. which isn’t to say that he’s not violent or short-tempered, but more that temper leads to a lack of control that he only barely manages to cover up as being intentional. he has all of ei’s power, and none of her control -- partially because of the lack of a gnosis, partially because of the experimentation, and partially because he’s a doll. he’s not supposed to wield that power.
living vicariously thru bastard by giving him piercings
kazuha + kazuha weapon haver (:
🧍♂️ im here for dinner can we have dino nuggets
well ... i suppose that depends on how well-behaved you’ve been as of late, my little balladeer. have you committed any atrocities ? engaged in senseless killing or bodily harm to others ? be honest now. i’ll know if you’re lying ! been the cause behind any missing persons posters ? threatened the lives of innocents or their loved ones ? left behind any collateral damages to the city that could potentially prove to be dangerous in the near future—
why don't u give ME a lollipop when you zap me back to life?
die more. we can get practice reps in.
good evening have you considered healer scaramouche
Leaves childe here, do with him what you please.
i am once again thinking abt healer scaramouche acting as a defib
scara with long hair💜
❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
add context & change gendered language to your needs . happy roleplaying !!
“ great . just fucking great . ” “ any ideas on how to get us out of this mess ?? ” “ this is the last time i go anywhere with you . ” “ haven’t you done enough already ?? ” “ don’t worry , i have a plan . ” “ well , that didn’t work . any plan c , genius ?? ” “ you know , i genuinely don’t think this could get any worse . ” “ how did you manage to do everything incorrectly ?? ” “ this is wrong . all of this is wrong . ” “ looks like we’re stuck here . ” “ admit it ; you have no idea where you’re going , do you ?? ” “ we’re completely lost . ” “ of all the people in the world i could end up stuck with … ” “ well . was this your idea of a fun vacation ?? ” “ how is the tank almost empty ?? i thought you said you got gas before we left !! ” “ there’s a gas station five miles / eight kilometers from here . we’re just gonna have to push the car there . ” “ the good news is , i found someone who i think can help us . the bad news is , i don’t think they speak [ language ] . ” “ thank god , it’s about time you showed up to help !! ” “ could you run any fucking slower ?! ” “ i can’t get any signal out here . ” “ someone stole my fucking wallet . ” “ we are below rock bottom right now . we’re , like , in hell . ” “ are you really just going to leave me here ?? ” “ okay , you being dramatic is not going to help us find a way to fix this . ” “ are you bleeding ?? ” “ i’ll try to find us somewhere to spend the night . ” “ i don’t know what to do !! i’m not a doctor !! ” “ of course this happens to me . i can’t even be surprised . ” “ i can’t walk … you’re gonna have to carry me . ” “ things could always be worse . at least you don’t have flesh - eating bacteria , right ?? ” “ don’t panic , but i’m pretty sure we’re being followed . ” “ maybe some music will help you calm down . ” “ my glasses are broken … ” “ i didn’t have enough rocks to write out ‘ help ’ so i just spelled out ‘ hell ’ . ” “ maybe we can play a game to pass the time until someone notices we’re missing . ” “ okay , i swear this is not what it looks like . ” “ there’s a killer storm going on outside , so unless you want to disappear under mysterious circumstances , i suggest you get comfortable . ” “ how long was i out ?? ” “ well , at least i’m trapped here with you . ”
