HELLO EVERYONE ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ welcome to my blog aka your local junkyard
I'm Anna your local lurker and occasional stalker but everyone just calls me goob so I guess that's just my name now 🥀
Any/all but I prefer she/her on most days so can't go wrong w that (gender is hard ok? 😔🙏)
I draw stuff, mostly genshin read: Wanderer/Scaramouche but I'm open to drawing anything else :D
I want to keep this blog sfw so please keep that in mind if you request anything 🙏
Also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if something doesn't make sense (´▽`,) But other than that I know both Hungarian and Italian ^^
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More will very probably be added but I can't think of anything rn so stay tuned ig
Also the moots are in alphabetical order I'm not playing favourites I swear
A/N: This took me two days to write🥹*sigh*. IDK I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND THEN GOT LAZY AT THE END😭😭
Warning: violence and (sort of)out of character? idk, I can't tell. NOT proofread :((
WC: 1.2k words
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Imagine being part of a cult as kid. Every five years, a child is offered as a sacrifice and of course, you're the sacrifice(typical plot, but whatever).
That was until a bunch of armed hooded men breached the ritual chamber and began ransacking the ceremonial items.
Scaramouche stood just behind them, his ichimegasa covering his eyes, yet you could see the smirk on his face as his men caused chaos among the people, brutally cutting down anyone who tried to leave while dragging others to the ground, binding their wrists in heavy cords.
Then, his eyes landed on little ol' you, sitting on the table surrounded by lit candles with foreign texts decorating your skin.
And yet, despite the horror surrounding you, you still marveled up at him with shining eyes.
All you could see was your savior, your God.
He scoffed and slowly walked closer to you, ignoring the havoc around him. The silk clothe on his ichimegasa moved gracefully behind him like serpents.
He stopped right in front of you, leaning down slightly till his hat covered what was happening behind him. You peered into his electric gaze, your eyes trailing the eyeliner framing his features.
"Well, aren't you just a pity." His voice was filled with disdain and mockery. But it was the only voice that you'd be willing to hear on your last days.
He reached down to smudge the ink from your cheek, clicking his tongue.
Tunnel vision began to set in the longer you stared up at him.
Eventually, he turned around to address his men, and only then did you finally notice the scene in front of you. There was not a single soul in the room, other than them and you. Everyone else was reduced to mere corpses, lying in a crimson pool.
And it filled you with so much joy.
Before you could look around, he began to walk away from you. Your breath hitched and you hastily tried to grab onto the silk of his round hat,
"K-Kami--" A gasp left your lips as you suddenly fell off the table and face planted onto the ground before you could grab onto him.
He turned back at you with an almost apathetic expression, raising an eyebrow. "Kami?" He hummed, looking down at you as you picked yourself up, wiping your face before you gazed back at him.
"I-I want to come with you!" You proposed, your hands clutching onto your dress as you waited for his judgement, pleading with your eyes.
The puppet only snickered, scoffing at the sheer absurdity of a fragile mortal calling him a god. And then, without a word, he signaled his men to bring you along.
---
He didn't raise you, per se. He offered you over to The Knave the moment you arrived at Snezhnaya.
Occassionaly though, The Knave would bring you over at meetings after you'd cry for hours about seeing Kami again. You'd either sit on her lap while you stared intently at The Balladeer, or trail after him whilst your small hands hold onto his silk drapery.
He'd goff as he watches the 3rd Harbinger dote on you, feeding you sweets while humming an eerie melody.
As you grew up, you eventually became a fatui agent under his organization. And so far, you were the most worshipful human he's ever seen. Maybe obsessed is the right word for it.
Everyone seemed to fear mentioning his name around you. The moment they do, you'd appear right behind them with a smile on your face.
You killed for him so easily too. It didn't matter what was standing before you, whether it'd be a man or a woman, a child or an elder. You'd gladly get your hands dirty if it means pleasing your Kami.
You'd perk up and squeal like a fangirl whenever he's around, screaming 'Kami, Kami!' like it's a concert.
He's just standing there with his cloak, staring down at the traitors that you caught.
It was pretty rare to finally meet a traitor that's alive for Scara nowadays. Most—if not all—of the time, they'd drop dead with your dagger buried in their chest.
Every Harbinger was familiar with you, and so, they'd trust you enough to do some important work for them. With your skills and experience, they once offered you to be the 11th harbinger.
You only refused because it would take you away from him.
How amusing. To watch you grow into this lovesick psycho for him. You're such an interesting mortal.
It felt like days ago when you'd given him little hand-made trinkets you made as an 'offering' to your God. Now you offer him decapitated heads.
Scaramouche would be lying if he said he didn't relish in your attention. After all, to be a god, you had to have someone worshipping you.
However, when the newly promoted 11th harbinger, Childe, came into the picture, he'd find the younger one requesting you more and more to his missions. When you come back, of course, you'd go back to worshipping him and him only.
Even so, Scaramouche was growing agitated by each request.
When you received the 4th request from the 11th harbinger this month, Scaramouche had permanently banned the other harbingers from requesting you.
And you were absolutely over the moon to see him so possessive over you. Ever since then, you never took orders from anyone but him. And he made sure you only worshipped him.
Once, he had tasked you to escort some recruits for him from the harbor back to the camp. Little did he know, you'd come back with none.
"Alright, everyone! Let's start our journey to the top!" You beamed so brightly, it could melt the snow in Snezhnaya. You ran up at the top of the hill and turned back to encourage them.
"Come on, go go! We can do this, comrades!"
You watched as some groaned while others pushed forward, taking note on who's going to have to be left behind to freeze to their death.
Two boys in particular caught your attention, left behind at the very back. They leaned against each other, speaking in a low whisper as they dragged the sled carrying their bags. Your smile widened just a fraction before you turned and began to walk onward.
"You better catch up before the cold gets you." You grinned and ran off while the recruits called desperately for you.
Climbing up a tree, you waited and watched silently as they plodded along, dragging the heavy sled carrying their bags through the deep snow, completely oblivious as they muttered complaints and curses to each other.
What a liability. They're not close to being good enough for your Lord's presence. They'll only throw dirt at his name. And you can't allow that. You won't.
Your fingers itched as they held the red dagger.
Just then, the two men walked past, still whispering secrets to each other. Thank Dottore for lending you the hearing aid that could amplify even the quietest murmurs.
"Boss told us to be wary of his assistant. We'll have to keep an eye for her once we get there."
"Are we even sure we'll meet either of them? We don't even know if they keep some resources at the camp we're heading to..." the smaller guy breathed out, tightening his grip on the sled's frozen towline. He looked up, watching the others ahead of them with furrowed brows.
"Who knows. Maybe we'll be lucky to meet one of them today. Lest we just burn the whole camp and force them out of their hiding spot." The other smirked, pushing further ahead to leave the smaller one behind, to which he protested and tried to catch up.
Before another word could be spoken, the male heard the soft crunch of the snow behind him. He halted and quickly spun around.
Weird. They had made sure they're the last one behind.
Shrugging it off as an animal, he turned back around to catch up with his partner. His eyes widened as he saw his partner crouched on the ground, clutching his neck as he slowly choked on his own blood.
"Kaelen!" He shouted as he rushed over and held his body, slowly succumbing to a painful death. He took out a small knife, twisting his head frantically in every direction. The blade trembled in his grip.
"W-Who's there?! Show yourself!" His voice cracked with fear, adrenaline, and rage. Delicious. A dash in between the trees made him turn sharply, almost dropping his knife.
He kept one arm wrapped around his partner's now limp body, blood soaking the snow under his feet.
"Whatcha looking at, comrade?" A sweet, honey-coated voice spoke behind him. The same voice that was cheering them on just moments ago.
The man whipped his head around, terror coloring his face as he looked up at your crimson tainted smiling face.
"Y...You...how did you g-get here?..Y-Y-You were supposed to be--"
"Ahead of you? I am."
You began to circle around him, hands folded behind your back. The man kept his gaze and knife pointed at you, his fear getting the best of him.
"I was only getting worried, after all, I have to make sure my new comrades get in the camp safely." Your smile reached your eyes in an almost eerie way. "It would be quite inconvenient to have you dying on your first day, right?"
You watched as his breathing grew heavier and his grip tightened before he let out a cry and lunged at you.
---
Scaramouche sat in his study, signing some papers. The soft crackle of the fire filled the silence as he read through some documents from Dottore.
An offer for collaboration. With that psycho?
A sigh left his lips as he placed down the documents, pinching the bridge of his nose. It's been a week since he left you to take care of the new recruits. Which was weird. The trip from the harbor to the camp would only take a day and a half.
Perhaps you'd run into some sort of trouble.
Just then, a soft knock echoed from his door. He grunted out a low "come in" before the door opened, revealing you carrying a cup of tea in your hands.
He raised an eyebrow as he watched you place the cup on his table.
"I'm guessing the...trip didn't go well." He muttered.
You hummed and looked at him, tilting your head as a soft giggle left your lips. "Really? What gave that away?"
Scaramouche leaned his head against his hand as he rested his elbow against the table, eyeing the dried bloodstains on your clothes.
"Just a hunch."
---
There were no new recruits delivered that day. Only a trail of blood in the snow.
step one: replace entire personality with open, festering wound
step two: contort absolutely all stimuli in my environment to relate to the my wound in some manner, ideally one which justifies random acts of unbridled aggression and vengeance
*takes a bite of my cigarette*...... heh. the character...... *walks into a small puddle but it swallows me up like the ocean* *i am found dead years later in maine*
The above is a video shared by smrchildsadness on Twitter, showing a person participating in a pride parade exchanging a pride flag with a person standing on his (am using his pronoun based on the TikToks/Tweets of what happened) doorway who had a Portuguese flag. There are sounds of cheers and crying and the two people hug each other as they exchange the flags. The man at the doorway then waved kisses to the crowd within the pride parade.
The Tweet says: "NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HE WAS WAVING THE PORTUGUESE FLAG BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE A PRIDE FLAG AND THEY TRADED FLAGS AND HE'S SO EMOTIONAL TO GET HIS OWN PRIDE FLAG I'M EMOTIONALLY RUINED"
For context, apparently they were worried that maybe he's a nationalist because he was waving the Portuguese flag and some nationalists opposing the pride march were waving that flag. But upon interacting with him, it turns out he didn't have have a pride flag and he wanted to wave *a* flag in support of the pride march. So they had an exchange and now he has his own pride flag 😭🥹.
The image above is a Tweet by kunwara_ladkaa that says "I'm crying so much right now (Image taken by Manuel Fernando Araújo/Lusa)". The image shows the same man from the pride parade crying as he hugs his new pride flag.
The above image is a Tweet by dudz_zZzz that says "ainda não parei de pensar nele," which according to Google translate from Portuguese to English is "I still haven't stopped thinking about him." The image is a drawing of the person from the pride parade, crying as he hugs his new pride flag.
