"they are the lifeline of teyvat, traveler. everything you see before you is a product of everything that they came to be. if this world is kind, then surely our dearest god is also a being of kindness, no? i've done many dangerous things, traveler, but believe me when i advise you don't do anything too brash. divine retribution is very much real in teyvat."
[scaramouche] chat: personal shrine
"many people have their own personal spaces for worship, so what do you hope to achieve by trying to snoop through mine? hm? you're interested in making your own, traveler? very well, just listen carefully to my advise, and make sure you follow them properly. i won't allow you to disgrace my god with your carelessness."
[gorou] anything to share: smell
"one trait i share with my furry friends is my sense of smell. my nose is very sensitive to certain scents more than most of my clan! when i was younger and we used to visit the main shrine in narukami island, i remember how the place always smelled... warm. i can't exactly describe how it smells like, but it always felt like home. say, traveler, you almost smell the same. it seems like our god has certainly favored you."
about itto: appearances
"you gotta be neat and orderly, y'know? that's why i always carry around my trusty comb and keep my appearances up. i can't have the chance of the supreme deity descending before me while i look like a mess! that'd just be the worst! good thing i have some hair gel to spare just in case."
one of my favorite parts of genshin impact (other than the characters) has to be the NPC world quests because i find it really amusing that the world renowned traveler is doing stuff like getting 2 berries for some random person they met when exploring-
so it’s only natural that i think it’d be funny if god darling really loved to help people, like these random people are just approached by their GOD being like “hey i saw your commission, have 3 meat” before just leaving and moving on to help someone else.
just god darling slightly disguising themself (like when traveler to sneak into fauti schemes just puts on a face mask and calls it a day) and joining the Adventurers’ Guild and constantly sneaking out of their Teapot to do their daily commissions (they’re married to the genshin grind-)
so can i get headcannons with a darling like that with scaramouche, venti and anyone else you would like :)
yours truly,
gremlin anon
#commissions, commissions, commissions
headcannons of reader disguising themselves and doing commissions ft. cult!scaramouche and venti
warnings: yandere content, yandere cult stuff, mentions of murder
it'd be a miracle that you were able to slip away so easily without zhongli or anyone else noticing, and perhaps that they do know of and acknowledge your little hobby as an adventure— their way of letting you indulge since the know just how you hate staying cooped up.
venti knows where you are at all times through the gentle whispers of the wind, but he lets you do as you wish. depending on what commission you take, he’ll either just watch over you or join you. he doesn’t dare try to expose your identity sine he sees it as alone time with you.
if anyone disrespected you during one of your tasks, he so badly wants to tell off the person for, quite frankly, insulting their god— but he doesn’t. in lieu of this, he just makes some passive aggressive comment and/or kills them off later.
the breaks in between doing your commissions are filled with the gentle strum of his lyre. venti helps you calm down and catch your breathe while he makes sure you’re thoroughly entertained with songs that he comes up on the spot with. you’ll find him poking fun at some of the other archons or dropping shade on some characters.
overall, he just does commissions with you. his favorite one to do is where you have to sweep up all the leaves because he just does the work for you while making it a fun experience by floating up with you.
scaramouche, on the other hand, detests having you lift a single finger, but he just wallows in silence since it makes you happy. while he may not approve of you doing such things, it doesn't mean he'll just leave you alone to do as you please. he always tries to persuade you into "taking a break" for that day or going with you if you refuse to budge.
our harbinger is surprised that no one has realized that it's their god that's been heeding their requests, given how you just put on a mask and called it a day. no one dares to mess with you with the fatui harbinger trailing beside you, and even if someone tried, they won’t miss the way the tension rises from scaramouche’s glare alone.
if any of your commissions include any fatui personnel, he’ll take care of it. while he may not care if the said fatui dies, he does care of the long-lasting effects it will have on you if they die. in lieu of this, he results to just ordering them to do something else to help you complete the task. scaramouche would have to feign friendly relations, even if all he wants to do is bash their skull into the ground.
these two think it’s incredibly adorable of you to try and keep your presence a secret when it might as well be a given when they’re right next to you, overprotective in every sense of the word. if you leave your mask lying around them, you might find it decorated with a cecilia or sakura petals.
overall, the two wouldn’t interfere with your plans. in the case that zhongli finds out, they’ll be happy to keep you company as you’re effectively put under house arrest for the time-being.
he-- no matter how much he denies it-- is still somewhat an extension of baal; thus, he would harbor affections for you like his creator.
he vehemently also rebels against his own feelings by denying anything he can about you. he literally forces himself to dislike you even if the tsaritsa might not. scara is like a teenager going through a phase, actively rebelling against anything in your favor.
but when he sees you for the first time, he can't help but turn soft. childe makes fun of him for it, teasing the shorter man because "i thought you hated them, balladeer. maybe you're losing your touch."
scara would eventually just accept that he does, indeed, worship and revere you. he'll never say it to anyone else other than you, though. expect to only experience his neediness and clinginess when he has private time with you.
he's a bit snippy, but he respects you more than anyone else. if you scold him, he'll correct himself right away. if you give him orders, he'll heed it with no complaints. if you want to punish him, he's hesitant but he goes through with it if even if he has to grit his teeth or suffer in solitude for some time.
i've written this before, but you are his pride as much as he is yours. any and all insults directed towards him is an insult directed towards you. he cannot have that at all. he'll break bones and leave bruises if he even hears someone tell him how taxing working is under him.
scaramouche's form is lithe, delicate-looking because of his lean figure and porcelain skin. but his punches tell a different story. his fists are heavy, the force behind them strong enough to crush a boulder if he wanted to. he's powerful enough to take down even the largest of enemies with one blow, a small feat for someone as mighty as the balladeer. it's unfortunate the new recruits had to learn it first-hand.
a platoon of fatui are straightened out in a line, posture rigid and stressed at the sight before them. the ones working under the sixth harbinger have been around long enough to know how short their master's patience is. it's not surprising to them that when a young man had snickered in the middle of the harbinger's speech, the trainee would end up with a face colored purple and blue.
scaramouche pulls on the recruit's hair, promptly lifting his head up from the concrete floor. the fear is evident in the man's eyes even if his eyelids puffed up in a swollen mess from scara's beatings. the harbinger makes him look into his eyes, voice booming enough for all present to hear.
"i will not tolerate any more disrespect than this." he spits. "be happy i've been kind enough to leave you with a few bruises. any more than what you did will have you end up with broken bones." then he tosses him away like a ragdoll much to the horror of the lot inches away from him.
"if you don't want to end up like this poor sad sack, i expect full obedience and respect. am i clear?" even once that is cleared up, his hands are still itching to smack something. he really can't help it, not when he can imagine these worms doing the same to you.
La Signora
to be clear, she isn't really part of the cult. in fact she is one of the few who don't care for you at all. yes, she knows your existence and who you are, but does she really care? no. as long as you aren't in her way, she doesn't mind whatever the fuck you do
she'll never voice this out loud since the tsaritsa would have her head, but even she slips sometimes.
her fall starts when you interrupt her meeting with the shogun along with the traveler. it irks her just enough to rudely insinuate that you are no person of power, just a dumb mortal who wants to play hero. it shouldn't be so surprising that it sets baal and the traveler off.
you'll be watching from the sidelines, safe and sound, as signora becomes the victim to an onslaught of attacks much too aggressive for what treatment they should give a snezhnayan diplomat. it's unfortunate, really. if she just held her tongue, maybe she would've loved you too.
in her final moments, she'll see your face painted with pity. she's in enough pain to consider begging for your forgiveness and mercy as she holds out a hand in your direction.
you want to stop them, you really do. but at this point, signora is about to die so why even bother? baal's and aether's swords are crossed above her neck, inches away from cutting her skin. she weakly stretches a hand towards you, a plead for mercy in hopes that you truly are the benevolent god many believe you to be.
the flame that is her soul flickers dimly, on the verge of being snuffed out at the smallest of breezes. how ironic it is to die like a flame from the harshness of the wind-- it goes to show how all her sins have come back to her.
"please." she coughs out. the word sounds foreign on her tongue, but it's her only chance at survival. "please forgive me."
you want to, but you think back to the times she had so unceremoniously manipulated everything in her favor to grab the gnosis of the two archons you held so dearly. you truly pity her, but what kind of god would you be to ignore the suffering she caused your dearest followers?
so with a steeled will, you turn away from the scene before you. you give out the order for the two holding her head to do whatever they want. you hear her pleads echo before they're cut off by the sickening sound of sliced skin.
synopsis: why settle for those who don't deserve you when you can be loved by scaramouche the best? after all, he knows what it's like to be in your shoes.
warnings: mentions of harassment, assault, and near-death experiences; yandere content; yandere cult stuff
note: lovingly inspired by @wisteriaisekai's villian! au
it takes one to know one.
scaramouche follows you into the cold embrace of the abyss, fully embracing the notion of you in his veins even when the entirety of teyvat didn't want to. he holds your hand in the dark as he observes the rise and fall of your chest. countless furs and blankets wrap around your weary figure, and there's a part of him that wishes you'd heal faster.
his mind wanders as he spends his time mulling over his plans for the space outside your little domain. scaramouche could never compare his own pain to yours, but he can still recall the feeling of abandonment and the way it digs under your skin and leaves you trembling for warmth as it sucks the very kindness from your heart. the bitterness of it all has already swallowed him, staining him in all the ugly colors he'd rather not show you.
scaramouche hopes you'd never turn out the same, filled with nothing but the aching rage that claws its way out of his throat ever time the anger bubbles out of your chest. he's always seen you as kind, compassionate-- everything that he's never been. still, he couldn't blame you if you weren't, not when you still feel pain under those scars. he just hopes he's never on the receiving end of it all.
his delicate lips find their way to your knuckles. he'd never want to see you in pain again, but... perhaps, all of this could work in his favor. maybe if he played his cards right, he'd earn a place by your side-- a place that'd never be second to that wretched excuse of an electro archon. yes, he'll be your favorite.
he'll be the one that wakes you up in the morning, unlike that fool of a geo archon that left you being stoned at the harbor like you were a criminal. he'll be the one to accompany you under the sakura blooms during spring instead of that idiot that tossed you into the sea as if you were nothing. he'll be the one to sing you soft ballads better than that tone-deaf bard who left you for dead behind mondstadt's beloved tavern. scaramouche will be everything and more. he'll even treat you better than the three of them combined.
your fingers twitch, and he perks up in his seat. it's nothing more than a baseless thought, he thinks, for now. if fate would allow him, he hoped to put his little plan into action as early as possible. as your eyes flutter open to be greeted by the nightly atmosphere of the abyss, he offers the gentlest smile anyone's ever seen on his face.
"your grace, i've arrived. i'm sorry i didn't get to you sooner." he whispers as your body journeys closer to him in search for warmth. he feels triumphant as he takes the first step into becoming your most favored worshipper. "i vow that from this point forward, you'll never have to suffer another horrid day again. perhaps it's time you are treated the way you deserve to be, my light."
