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you & me, right here, right now. - scaramouche/kunikuzushi

love stored in decorations - scaramouche/kunikuzushi

lets be friends ! 친구 ?

icons credits: 1 & 3 picture @/sseongryul via ig

[ven7s]

you & me, right here, right now.

— scaramouche x gn!reader ; wc. 1.1k; genre fluff, angst, hurt-comfort

notes. this is before scaramouche became a harbinger. personal headcanons mixed in 🤭. not proofread. i haven’t written in a while so sorry if this is rigid

contrary to popular belief, scaramouche is actually quite vulnerable.

yeah, scaramouche, ei's prototype and creation, is vulnerable.

the abandonment by his creator was caused by his cries at birth. he's always had an overwhelming amount of emotions flooding within him. and ever since the abandonment, his identity had been stolen.

he doesn't exactly know who he is or what his purpose is in this world.

he's terribly afraid, angry, and most of all, desolate.

and as he wanders around the land of inazuma, he finds himself a temporary home in tatarasuna. 

while he walks through the region, he finds children laughing and running around without a care in the world. their grandparents watch them, some scold the kids to be careful while others sit on the front of their house, waving their grandchildren and their friends over to eat fruit. and he can't help the small smile that arises on his face as he watches them do so. 

he wonders if he could have been one of those children if not for the fact he was born only to be discarded by ei, the almighty shogun.

then he remembers those foolish feelings are the reason for his misery. he hates the reminder of it and soon enough he finds himself repressing those feelings.

but then, only a month into settling in tatarasuna, he bumps into you, a common villager. the first encounter is a chance meeting, at the local supermarket when you had both reached for the same amakumo fruit.

you laugh an apology for the inconvenience and as he looks up, all he sees is the smile across your face and amused look in your eye.

he mumbles out an "it's okay" before reaching for the fruit next to the one he had just tried to take.

as he turns around to go to the vendor, you pause him, and he looks at you in confusion.

"wait, wait, you shouldn't take that one. it’s rotting," you say hurriedly, handing him the fruit that both of you had attempted to grab a minute ago, "here, this ones perfect!"

scaramouche looks at your outstretched hand, then to the fruit.

"how'd you know?" he asks, looking at your fruit then back to the one in his hand.

"hm?" you look confused for a moment before your face brightens up again, "oh! you must not be from around here!"

you go on to explain the difference between the two fruits and soon enough you realize that scaramouche doesn't really know.. anything.

when he gives a vague explanation about how he hasn't been in inazuma since he was born you offer to help him around. and soon enough the two of you are joined at the hip.

wherever you are, he's there. and wherever he is, you're there.

in no time, your relationship progresses from mere strangers to friends. 

now, two years later, he finds himself growing shy from your presence. the fleeting touches of your body against his makes him rigid with embarrassment and he can't help the warmth that rises.

with the help of a local grandmother, he finally realizes those feelings to be love. and the first thought that comes to him is that it's about time for you to abandon him. it’s okay he thinks. he doesn’t truly have a heart anyways, it wouldn’t affect him in the very least.

that's what he repeats to himself everyday anyways.

but quite frankly, if he's being really honest, scaramouche knows he doesn't want you to leave, he doesn't know how he would handle it.

and the disbelief of how you've managed to stay by his side for so long is already always in the back of his mind. 

it doesn't help how scaramouche feels guilt throb inside of him whenever he's with you. he feels like he’s been deceiving you, not sharing much about himself while you share the wonders of the world with him. he knows how frustrating it must be to be his friend, even more, a potential lover. he’s barely told you about his past, being vague about his family and himself, just alluding to certain things.

you know though. you know that he's had a difficult past, albeit never being told about it. but you understand, and he's grateful.

“is it okay for me to stay by your side?”

your eyes widen slightly, turning over to where scaramouche sits, but ,then, the loud noises of crackles interrupt. in the reflection of scaramouche’s eyes you see brilliant lights, flaring into the sky. they’re like giant, sparkling flowers that bloom in the air, lasting only a few seconds, and quickly being replaced by new surges of color.

you look over again and the wonder and curiosity that fills scaramouche’s eyes as he watches the fireworks has your heart drumming in your chest.

“i only want you,” you say without a thought and this time scaramouche’s eyes widen, “i’ve never regretted meeting you. and i never will.”

your whispered words makes him feel as if something is stirring inside of him, it feels as if his heart is aching, but that would be impossible.

again, the heartless scaramouche feels overwhelmed with feelings and he feels the tears trying to burst through the seams. for a second he thinks again about his birth and how these feelings are worthless, that they are the sole reason why his mother had rejected him.

then he feels your hand take his and the gentle way in which you pull him into your arms. you rub his back and whisper, “it’s okay. i'm here for you. i'll always be here for you kuni. you can let yourself feel, it’s okay.”

because you already know.

you’re a common villager in tatarasuna, and you already know of scaramouche’s origin. you’ve heard the rumors circulating the town. that the almighty shogun had created a doll, one that resembled the shogun so similarly with fair skin, long indigo hair, and beauty so unimaginable that you couldn't fathom it. it wasn't hard to connect the dots, how your new friend was supposed to be the almighty shogun's puppet.

and although it’s quiet, you hear the gasp of inhale come out of scaramouche.

scaramouche has always felt like shielding himself from his feelings would compensate for the flood within him, but how can a person who is so humanly sensitive and constantly overflowing with emotions hold back for so long?

"thank you,” he whispers, and just like that he lets the tears fall.

his words are so simple and gentle. the state of his fragility in this moment is comparable to that of a wilting flower and you can't help but embrace him with all that you have.

it’s then that scaramouche, a meager vessel made to hold the gnosis of the almighty shogun, finally comes to the conclusion that he isn't as heartless as he thinks.

there are no words spoken between the two of you, just the sounds of fireworks crackling and chorus of crickets whistling through the night. and the moon that shines from above witnesses it all.

[ven7s]

my favorite month is almost here

[ven7s]

sometimes i think about how im now older than the fictional characters i used to write about and it feels so weird.. i wouldnt say bittersweet but somewhere along that line?

[ven7s]

having a personality disorder and wanting to be in therapy but not being able to find GOOD professionals who arent close minded, dont stigmatize PD's, and dont stereotype people with PD's is sooooo frustrating

[ven7s]

on new medication and first appointment with new therapist next week

[ven7s]

i missed you tumblrrrr

[loveridden1999]

a good fan edit will change how to you listen a certain song forever

[ven7s]

hallooooooooooooooooooo

ive been nostalgic & reading my old writing... it makes me feel bittersweet !

[inkskinned]

one thing that's really monumentally hard about this moment is accepting that there will never be perfect allies. i'm hispanic; i have been against ICE and state-sanctioned violence the whole time. it's so hard for me to hold both my activism and my personal rage in both hands. the rage in me keeps asking why the fuck wasn't it enough at the first kidnapping. why haven't the other deaths mattered at all?

but at the same time - if Good and Pretti's murders are radicalizing people, it's radicalizing them. someone online (with 5k likes) said: i don't know why, but this one feels more personal than usual. i don't blame them for their ignorance (they're just people) but that one comment hurt me. none of the other crying mothers or little kids calling out for their parents or men slaughtered by police felt personal?

and ... i get it. maybe for once other people are finally saying that could have been me in the car. they are finally saying he just tried to help someone up, he wasn't even at a protest. maybe they finally realized: these people did nothing wrong, but the government defamed them before any investigation was even begun. the killer was pardoned before he even drew the fucking gun.

and i know what that's like, i have seen this happen too-many times.

but maybe this was the first time they've ever actually seen ICE violence. maybe they don't read the news, maybe they genuinely believed every kidnapped person "deserved it". maybe... i don't know. maybe it didn't feel real until now, you know? to be fair: social media has a way of making everything film together, a massive wave of tragedy that you cannot parse. and maybe there's just such a sense of pointlessness to it that it filtered out for them. the government usually provides such a clean narrative (he was resisting, she was a criminal); maybe it had given them some peace to just-believe. maybe this is the first time that the lie is obvious even to their eyes.

it's frustrating, and dehumanizing. a white lady and a white man shouldn't be the face of a movement that largely affects everyone else.

and... they died for our movement. and if this is what it takes. if now there are people who are going to take up a banner and walk with me... I want them to be there. i want them to feel the same fire i do. i want them to have that fury that has been burning in me for so long. hell, maybe because they're new to it - they'll burn hotter. there's probably places i am jaded and overwrought. a friend in need is a friend indeed, right?

i have always hated the parable of the prodigal son. i cannot help but feel i have been standing in this space, screaming. that we have been begging for help. that we have warned you. why wasn't it enough when it was one of us?

still. still. i close my eyes. they're here now, and that is something. a handprint. at least, at last: they're by my side. as the saying goes: better late. okay. okay.

whatever it takes.

[inkskinned]

How clearly does the point need to be made that "police officer" is just a fucking job, one with minimal training and minimal monitoring. It is NOT some kind of promise of honesty, truth, or heroism. It is a bunch of assistant managers with extremely powerful weapons. IF you can understand "pedophiles choose to be priests and teachers so they can get to children", IF you understand "arsonists choose to be firefighters so they can be present at their own crimes" - then you can ALSO understand "people who are bigoted, violent, and power-hungry choose to be cops for the opportunities the job presents" and you can ALSO understand "any occupational culture that chooses fraternity over justice - and the allowance of violence in the name of a unified front - is therefore siding with their worst representatives"

[inkskinned]

by the way. the average time to train to be a police officer? 19 weeks. A little over 4 months. many states only require a high school diploma and no further education. there is often no requirement of any form of previous experience - no interning or observations. it took me 3 years of experience and a master's degree for me to get my job in writing. hell: in my state, it takes at least 6 months with a permit before people are allowed to drive a car.

being a police officer is an entry-level job, and we are handing them weapons. nothing about their occupation automatically makes them smarter, quicker, braver, or in any way elite. there is very little in their onboarding process that would allegedly "weed out" the worst of the applicants - and once they are part of the fraternity, they're not gonna leave.

we have been taught to respect, honor, and worship them by virtue of a job title they barely even had to try for. they sign no contract, swear no vow, and make no promise to the general public. it is a community that is extolled above others and given virtually no oversight. think about the kind of people who would be attracted to that opportunity. the adage: power corrupts. absolute power corrupts absolutely.

[inkskinned]

circling this back around to say FUCK ICE, and fuck you if you willingly support them just because they're "a federal agent" and therefore "deserve respect".

ICE officers are a fucking privatized militia they do not have authority over united states citizens and none of their so-called "purpose" requires live rounds and weapons. It is entirely made up of fascist racist dickbags with no fucking training. they are lower than scum. they're police-school dropouts with no fucking spine. there is no honor in their position. they accomplish nothing but terrorizing communities they don't even fucking live in.

Any!! occupation or government !! that chooses fraternity over justice - and the allowance of violence in the name of a unified front - is therefore siding with their worst representatives.

[barsilaybdroer]

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orgs to donate to

[abedmajeed]

What Strength Really Means 💪

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Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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bruh i love rin

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i havent been on here in forever😭😭

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itoshi rin is perfect. he has such a dog shit personality (says with love)

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gojo n megumi calls tsumiki miki as a nickname

(gojo calls megumi a variety of nicknames like hedgehog, tumbleweed, sea urchin, etc.... and tsumiki would definitely play along while megumi would grumble to himself how annoying they are)

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this did not age well☹️