Enhanced the quality of the pictures because the skin tone is too blue-ish.

I don't know if anyone needs this, but I'm sure as hell i need one 💜

- Why did you turn off the TV?

- Are we here for a movie?

𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

he is your husband and you are his wife. but of course you know the bitter truth—you will never be able to replace her.

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, drunken sex, mentions of injury, blood, hunter!reader (not l&ds mc -> l&ds mc is zayne's late ex-girlfriend here), spoilers! from zayne’s bond story nostalgic sweetness

note: wc. 8k ! i've been having these bits and pieces scenarios for zayne in mind and then i thought what if i combined it all into one angst joyride? :)) tagging per request: @kissxcore @rjreins @i2s2m @tom-pls-fuck-me @yueyoonie @sanriosatoru

07.15 p.m

Zayne would be getting off work soon. He had just finished an emergency surgery, and it had been exhausting. Now it was quite late.

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

this is how i feel with @luvbub 🥲

mission accomplished [ scaramouche x f.reader ]

masterpost

tropes and aus - enemies to lovers, detective & modern au, very slow burn, forced proximity

summary - you hate scaramouche. you really do. he's infuriating, a douchebag and he always manages to finish off cases more than you. he hates you too. you're mean, annoying, and overall a bitch. what happens when you both suddenly get paired up in a mission that will lead up to the both of you being stuck together?

warnings: mentions of guns, blood, drugs and everything crime/police related, slight angst, alcohol consumption, death mentions, swearing (bc it's scaramouche ofc), mostly crack i think, spoilers for scaramouche's name, childe's name and signora's name, kinda ooc scaramouche

status: COMPLETED!!!!

a/n: my first ever fic!!! i'm pretty new to the blog and i've been thinking of making a fic revolving around the police/detective environment and i think it fits scaramouche pretty well. i'm very much in love with the enemies to lovers trope and the slow burn, and what is a scaramouche fic if it isn't enemies to lovers? exactly. i'm very excited to start this series and i hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as i love writing it!

extra note: grammatical errors may occur as english is not my first language! feel free to point them out so that i can learn from my mistakes~

one | prologue

two | mission start

three | him

four | step 1 - be friends

five | sunshine & city lights

six | the frat party

seven | cat and mouse

eight | someone new

nine | i'd die for you

ten | the incident

eleven | flashbacks

twelve | trial day

thirteen | guilty

fourteen | look of love

fifteen | stay

sixteen | love is in the air

seventeen | everything has changed

eighteen | be your date

nineteen | forelsket

twenty | stage one, denial

twenty-one | where it all went wrong

twenty-two | the story of us

twenty-three | thoughts and feelings

twenty-four | a rollercoaster ride

twenty-five | viktor and yun jin

twenty-six | mission... accomplished?

twenty-seven | purple hearts

twenty-eight | epilogue

afterword

specials !

another day, another case

the die hard way

© arlecchno do not repost or plagiarize any of my works.

I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THIS FIC WHEN I SAW THE SCARA HOYOFAIR VIDEO CAUSE I READ THIS WORK BEFORE AND IM SO GLAD I FOUND IT AGAIN ILL REREAD EVERYTHING IGGAHJAJSJJ

i doodled anemo boi pfps for you and the bestie :)

no credit needed for pfp usage; no repost please! enjoy!

@anantaru

Earning Trust

A silly little scaralumi comic to spread my tsundere scara agenda <3

The entirety of Mondstadt City knows that the Cavalry Captain of the Favonian Knights is meticulous in his work. Deception is threaded into the words he spoke and his bearing in every battle is one of class. So what is there to think when Kaeya Alberich is seen walking around with a toddler in his arms, his usual cool demeanor shattered by how he answers the child's babble with his own? The citizens can only rub their eyes yet they felt a strange warmth emanating from him.

such an eventful world raid lmao.

when i realized what mob they were referring to, i malfunctioned 'cause i didnt know the nAME - and if i search it might take time and they'll leave so i just went for triangle ashddhakdhak

scARAmouche

“This gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the Almighty Shogun”

SO NOW HE’S TYING IT TO HIS VISION INSTEAD OF PUPPET STRINGS, AND FORGING HIS OWN IDENTITY.

the fact that al haitham speaks at least 20 languages is hot.

imagine him professing his affections in 20 different languages, knowing you don't understand him, as his way of gaining courage to confess.

It’s giving Jose Rizal

I CHOKED HELPPLWKWM

veneration.

"How fares your one follower, Lord Harbinger?"

The Balladeer pauses in the middle of what he's doing, a tangle of energy tubes falling around his ankles like an undignified noodle dish. Your voice is carefully, perfectly even, your eyes steadily fixed on your book as if nothing was the matter.

"Haypasia? Well, she's the first of many to come, so of course she is someone of great prestige in my eyes."

He enjoys the faint flicker in your eyes, choking back a taunting smile as your grip tightens on your book. To say that he held affection for you would be staunchly denied, but there was nothing Scaramouche delighted in more than to wear your nerves out.

veneration.

"How fares your one follower, Lord Harbinger?"

The Balladeer pauses in the middle of what he's doing, a tangle of energy tubes falling around his ankles like an undignified noodle dish. Your voice is carefully, perfectly even, your eyes steadily fixed on your book as if nothing was the matter.

"Haypasia? Well, she's the first of many to come, so of course she is someone of great prestige in my eyes."

He enjoys the faint flicker in your eyes, choking back a taunting smile as your grip tightens on your book. To say that he held affection for you would be staunchly denied, but there was nothing Scaramouche delighted in more than to wear your nerves out.