I am a mirror roleplayer. Meaning, I match whatever you decide to write, from illit to novella.
I will primarily be roleplaying as Scaramouche, but if you would like me to roleplay as someone else, feel free to let me know and we can make plans.
1. Account rules.
DNI if you are below 18.
Sexual content is not allowed.
Basic DNI criteria/No homophobes or transphobes.
Respect the people who interact with me on this profile.
Cluster a, b, & c safe.
I do not support callout culture.
Do not be rude or condescending if I ask a seemingly stupid question. I do not know how tumblr works, so I won't always know what specific terms mean & I don't have other social media. "Everyone should know this." I don't.
2. Disclaimers.
This is not my main account, so do not expect fast responses.
There will be a lot of dark content on this profile. I will tag things where I can, but please DM me if you have any specific tw tags I should include.
I write a lot of graphic depictions of gore and various forms of abuse.
I am duplicate friendly.
I am generally a dry person in conversation with limited tone fluctuations. But this does not mean that I dislike you.
scaramouche and tighnari headcanons. requested by the one and only @songofmanywaters
ScaraNari, but Tighnari slowly helps Wanderer with his trauma surrounding doctors through exposure therapy, becoming Wanderer's sole repairman.
A headcanon derived from Tighnari being knowledgeable on mechanical lifeforms (ref: the crab).
"It's okay, Wanderer. I'll talk about what I'm doing as I'm doing it, so you know what to expect... will this help?" Tighnari's tone was gentle as he tried the compromise with his puppet friend; his brows furrowing with concern.
Wanderer's ankle was sprained after saving a child from falling rocks. It wasn't a serious injury, but he tensed with fear every time Tighnari came near it. He looked at the man with fox ears with a wary gaze, slowly nodding with a reluctant expression.
"I'm going to kneel down and raise your leg up." Tighnari's actions followed every word he spoke, tending to Wanderer's sprained ankle with careful hands. "I'm going to clean the area... repair the..."
Throughout the entire procedure, Wanderer's indigo eyes did not once leave Tighnari's form. He was like a frightened cat who was ready to attack at any moment... but kept silent anyway because he knew better. He knew, logically, that Tighnari wasn't Dottore. That Tighnari was only trying to help him rather than experiment on him.
He appreciated Tighnari's sharp mind that immediately noticed Wanderer's distress when the medical visit was realized. How Tighnari kicked everyone out of the building for his privacy, how Tighnari made sure Wanderer was comfortable... It was a level of effort and respecting Wanderer's dignity that made him want to try and trust Tighnari.
ScaraNari, but Wanderer collects herbs and material for Tighnari without being asked to. He overhears that Tighnari might need something later, and without thinking, he goes ahead and collects it for him.
I headcanon that both Wanderer and Tighnari are "acts of service" kinds of people, especially Wanderer. Wanderer relies primarily on acts of service in order to show that he cares, being weak in other areas related to affection... while Tighnari is more flexible in responding to others' needs due to experience in his role.
"I gathered the mushrooms you needed..." Wanderer stated before placing down a basket of rukkhashava mushrooms onto the table. It was filled to the brim, all hand picked.
Tighnari owlishly blinked as he stared at the basket, his left ear twitching in curiosity. "I don't believe I asked for you to do this? But I appreciate it nonetheless. Thank you, Wanderer."
The blue puppet huffed as his eyes darted away, seemingly attempting to appear nonchalant. "I overheard you talking to Collei about it. Let me know if you need anything else..."
Tighnari smiled. "I will. Thank you."
ScaraNari, but Wanderer is consumed with guilt over Tighnari's lightning scars. Especially since Tighnari has been nothing but kind to the boy.
It doesn't matter if Tighnari doesn't remember where he got them. It doesn't matter if Wanderer erased Balladeer from existence. Every time Wanderer catches a brief look at those scars engraved on Tighnari's shoulder and back... it makes him feel deeply ashamed and guilty.
"I'm sorry."
It was an apology that slipped past Wanderer's lips without meaning to, causing both Tighnari and himself to freeze for a moment.
"Why are you apologizing?" Tighnari carefully inquired, unsure of how to react to Wanderer's out of character behavior.
At first, Wanderer didn't respond. He seemed hesitant to speak, and was honestly surprised by himself that he said anything. He supposed it was because he couldn't stop thinking about what happened so long ago. When he hurt Tighnari over something so... fleeting, and stupid.
"Don't worry about it. I don't know why I said it."
ScaraNari, but Tighnari is the first person Wanderer ever reveals his true past to. All because Tighnari noticed and questioned the guilt that plagued Wanderer's mind.
"Wanderer, we need to talk." Simple words that carried heavy intention. Tighnari was going to get to the bottom of Wanderer's problems, especially since Tighnari knew--just by observing Wanderer's behavior--that it had something to do with him.
"...What do we need to talk about?" Wanderer replied with a concerned tone, unsure of what Tighnari could possibly want to talk about. Did he do something wrong?
Tighnari wasn't sure of how to confront this issue, but he knew that it would eventually need to be addressed. Which is why he waited until they were alone, undisturbed, before speaking up about it.
"I'm not even sure what the problem is... it's just..." Tighnari spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "There are moments where you behave... weirdly around me. It's almost as though you carry a heavy weight of guilt. But I'm not sure why."
Of course, Tighnari would notice. As much as Wanderer wanted to hide it, Tighnari was an observant man whose entire job relied on observation and analytical skills. But it didn't mean Wanderer liked this situation that was now apparent to the both of him.
What was he supposed to do, much less say? Reveal that he's actually a war criminal, an international terrorist that put Sumeru's Archon's life at risk? Someone who erased his entire past, ensuring that almost no one can remember who he is? Not even is own mother?
"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Was what Wanderer first said, but Tighnari quickly cut him off.
"No, you do know what I'm talking about. Look, I won't pester you if you really don't want to say it, but... please know that I'm here for you, and whatever it is... I won't be upset."
But in Wanderer's mind, it wasn't so easy for him to believe Tighnari. The Balladeer committed countless crimes... one of them being striking Tighnari with lightning over Haypasia. He doubted Tighnari would be anything but angry, and yet...
Yes, I will still use this blog when I feel like it. But I haven't been in the right mental state to be creatively productive, and you see, it takes a lot of effort and time for me to escape anhedonia.
I will get back to it when I want to. This blog is not abandoned, but it's certainly on a hiatus until further notice.
scaramouche and tighnari headcanons. requested by the one and only @songofmanywaters
ScaraNari, but Tighnari slowly helps Wanderer with his trauma surrounding doctors through exposure therapy, becoming Wanderer's sole repairman.
A headcanon derived from Tighnari being knowledgeable on mechanical lifeforms (ref: the crab).
"It's okay, Wanderer. I'll talk about what I'm doing as I'm doing it, so you know what to expect... will this help?" Tighnari's tone was gentle as he tried the compromise with his puppet friend; his brows furrowing with concern.
Wanderer's ankle was sprained after saving a child from falling rocks. It wasn't a serious injury, but he tensed with fear every time Tighnari came near it. He looked at the man with fox ears with a wary gaze, slowly nodding with a reluctant expression.
"I'm going to kneel down and raise your leg up." Tighnari's actions followed every word he spoke, tending to Wanderer's sprained ankle with careful hands. "I'm going to clean the area... repair the..."
Throughout the entire procedure, Wanderer's indigo eyes did not once leave Tighnari's form. He was like a frightened cat who was ready to attack at any moment... but kept silent anyway because he knew better. He knew, logically, that Tighnari wasn't Dottore. That Tighnari was only trying to help him rather than experiment on him.
He appreciated Tighnari's sharp mind that immediately noticed Wanderer's distress when the medical visit was realized. How Tighnari kicked everyone out of the building for his privacy, how Tighnari made sure Wanderer was comfortable... It was a level of effort and respecting Wanderer's dignity that made him want to try and trust Tighnari.
ScaraNari, but Wanderer collects herbs and material for Tighnari without being asked to. He overhears that Tighnari might need something later, and without thinking, he goes ahead and collects it for him.
I headcanon that both Wanderer and Tighnari are "acts of service" kinds of people, especially Wanderer. Wanderer relies primarily on acts of service in order to show that he cares, being weak in other areas related to affection... while Tighnari is more flexible in responding to others' needs due to experience in his role.
"I gathered the mushrooms you needed..." Wanderer stated before placing down a basket of rukkhashava mushrooms onto the table. It was filled to the brim, all hand picked.
Tighnari owlishly blinked as he stared at the basket, his left ear twitching in curiosity. "I don't believe I asked for you to do this? But I appreciate it nonetheless. Thank you, Wanderer."
The blue puppet huffed as his eyes darted away, seemingly attempting to appear nonchalant. "I overheard you talking to Collei about it. Let me know if you need anything else..."
Tighnari smiled. "I will. Thank you."
ScaraNari, but Wanderer is consumed with guilt over Tighnari's lightning scars. Especially since Tighnari has been nothing but kind to the boy.
It doesn't matter if Tighnari doesn't remember where he got them. It doesn't matter if Wanderer erased Balladeer from existence. Every time Wanderer catches a brief look at those scars engraved on Tighnari's shoulder and back... it makes him feel deeply ashamed and guilty.
"I'm sorry."
It was an apology that slipped past Wanderer's lips without meaning to, causing both Tighnari and himself to freeze for a moment.
"Why are you apologizing?" Tighnari carefully inquired, unsure of how to react to Wanderer's out of character behavior.
At first, Wanderer didn't respond. He seemed hesitant to speak, and was honestly surprised by himself that he said anything. He supposed it was because he couldn't stop thinking about what happened so long ago. When he hurt Tighnari over something so... fleeting, and stupid.
"Don't worry about it. I don't know why I said it."
ScaraNari, but Tighnari is the first person Wanderer ever reveals his true past to. All because Tighnari noticed and questioned the guilt that plagued Wanderer's mind.
"Wanderer, we need to talk." Simple words that carried heavy intention. Tighnari was going to get to the bottom of Wanderer's problems, especially since Tighnari knew--just by observing Wanderer's behavior--that it had something to do with him.
"...What do we need to talk about?" Wanderer replied with a concerned tone, unsure of what Tighnari could possibly want to talk about. Did he do something wrong?
Tighnari wasn't sure of how to confront this issue, but he knew that it would eventually need to be addressed. Which is why he waited until they were alone, undisturbed, before speaking up about it.
"I'm not even sure what the problem is... it's just..." Tighnari spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "There are moments where you behave... weirdly around me. It's almost as though you carry a heavy weight of guilt. But I'm not sure why."
Of course, Tighnari would notice. As much as Wanderer wanted to hide it, Tighnari was an observant man whose entire job relied on observation and analytical skills. But it didn't mean Wanderer liked this situation that was now apparent to the both of him.
What was he supposed to do, much less say? Reveal that he's actually a war criminal, an international terrorist that put Sumeru's Archon's life at risk? Someone who erased his entire past, ensuring that almost no one can remember who he is? Not even is own mother?
"I... I don't know what you're talking about." Was what Wanderer first said, but Tighnari quickly cut him off.
"No, you do know what I'm talking about. Look, I won't pester you if you really don't want to say it, but... please know that I'm here for you, and whatever it is... I won't be upset."
But in Wanderer's mind, it wasn't so easy for him to believe Tighnari. The Balladeer committed countless crimes... one of them being striking Tighnari with lightning over Haypasia. He doubted Tighnari would be anything but angry, and yet...
π - " gah. useless little . . . " the doctor trailed off as he fiddled with a device. " oh ? communication is back online . . . " , he spoke dryly, " it has been a while, skirmisher. we speak again. "
then, a step forward, echoed through the expanse of nothingness.
" a curious reunion. possibly more so than our first. "
"You are the last person I want to see right now in this God forsaken void." Scaramouche mumbled bitterly, running his fingers through his hair as he processed just how annoying things will be now that Dottore is here.
There was sorrow in his eyes as he looked at these pictures. Nonetheless, he hid the truth, choosing to shake his head and dismiss these inquiries. "No. You don't."
"Hah. Are you trying to get under my skin, you insolent worm?" The puppet huffed, sounding annoyed by these questions.
But ignore him, the Admin loves these questions.
"Ignoring the fact that this is an extremely unrealistic scenario... I would assume my rightful place as the Shogun. A figurehead while she hides away like she's always done."
I don't know either, it's complicated... But your world is interesting yet it's also different.
But l am not some ancient omniscient being... I am just a normal person... Who is technically an alien since l am not from this world... yet my powers are weird too.
The figure didn't know how to explain it... The figure silently just sat down on the ground and they silently accepted their fate.
It's not like they can escape this darkness, and yet this darkness is similar to their power. (Ooc: The figure is the opposite of Traveller. I don't know what to call them... I guess their name is yin.)
Ignoring his own desperation, he couldn't deny how weird this situation was. They were just another normal person? Were the other shadows also real people? But how did they know him, and why did they act so casual in this setting?
"...All of you figures are getting on my nerves." He gritted his teeth, unnerved by this whole ordeal.
iβm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i donβt often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / iβve never dated anyone / i have a best friend iβve known for over five years / i am an only child
Too many reblogs, so I'm just sending a picture of yours. Thanks for the tag fam.
i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i've never dated anyone / i have a best friend i've known for over five years / i am an only child
This is mostly directed to the admin but feel free to respond muse-wise!
When you open any socmed app (More specifically, Tumblr.), what's the thing you expect the most? (ex. A message from a trusted friend, a bunch of activity, or just random shit)
After opening the app, what's the first thing you do? Stare at a post for 3 minutes? Go on a reblog spree?
When you're done for the day in this app, what's the thing you expect tomorrow? (basically the first question lmaoo)
Sorry if this pries too much into your life, im doing a survey for my school work!! Thank you <3
1. Notifications. On here, I usually expect to see an ask or two being sent every couple days. On my main blog, I generally expect to see my mutuals liking or reblogging my posts. I have only recently began talking to people on tumblr, so messages from friends is an afterthought.
2. Here, I stare at posts. On my main I do reblog sprees or rant about random things.
3. Repeating the cycle in the morning because I do not check this app often during the evenings or afternoons.
I dont know if I answered this correctly, but oh well.
