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chapel floozy. III
priest!Scaramouche x Reader
Tags --> nsfw, religious topics, slight yandere
part. II --- current --- part. IV
chapel floozy. I
priest!Scaramouche x Reader
Tags --> nsfw, religious topics
current --- part. II
Beginning Notes
This is it. This is the fandom-sanctioned priest-fic. The market was pretty dry I noticed and I figured I should create an interpretation of priest!Scaramouche. I’m a sucker for religious tropes if you can’t tell.
Since I grew up in Catholic spaces and have a lot of general knowledge about Christianity, I tried to stay both true to his nationality and put my own spin on it, by which I mean, I sort of crafted a kind of Christianity religion with little nibbles of Shintoism, just for fun. I also use the term priest to describe Scara, but in all honesty the duties that he performs and his way of life are actually more akin to that of a monk lol. (“Monk” is just way less fun to debauch. ;) Even with my existing knowledge, I had to do an ungodly amount of research on both the Christian and Shinto ends to make sure the terms I was using were accurate, and even then I’m sure I definitely got something wrong lmao. But, the proof is in the pudding I guess.
With all that said: enjoy!
Hi!! I really love your work on Ao3! And I noticed Camp Glamrock was no longer able to be read. It's saying it's part of a mystery collection do you have any idea on what happened?? I didn't get to bookmark or Kudos it :(
Hi!!! They're up again now, explanation is in the introduction of the collection. Sorry for the late response!
Hi! I'm a big fan of your work and i also follow you on ao3 if you're uncomfortable answering in any way i understand, if its ok though i was wondering why you deleted your fnaf fanfics you always write the characters in such beautiful and realistic ways!!!
Hi! They're up again now, sorry for the wait!!! Explanation is in the introduction! <3
milky
Pairing: Akechi Goro/Reader
Rating: Mature, AU: Blood-Indicative Morality
Words: 4,763
Notes on on AO3, PLEASE READ: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40965519
TW: blood
#7ee675
pairing: Glamrock Freddy/Reader (Monty/Reader as well)
tags: unrequited love, mentions of smut, angst
wc: 2,710
I would highly recommend reading this on ao3 (here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36424591?view_adult=true )
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knuckle cracking ain’t for the faint of heart
drabble — 571 words, pairing: glamrock freddy/reader
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You sat in Freddy’s green room tapping mindlessly on your phone. It was a slow night at the Pizzaplex, which left you with virtually no responsibilities to attend to. You took sanctuary in Freddy’s room.
“Ah, it is you! Come in,” he said, beckoning you inside with a friendly hand.
So there you sat, just as bored as you were before, but now in the added company of a ginormous, animatronic bear. You set your phone down, taking a deep breath and stretching. You curled your hand around your fist, cracking your knuckles on each hand, feeling the tension between your joints fade with every pop. In your peripherals, however, you spotted the bear gawking in horror at you.
“Oh, stars, are you alright? Did you just break something?” He asked, blue eyes scanning you worriedly, “I will go and fetch a splint right away!”
You watched Freddy shoot to his feet, pacing nervously around his room and trying to find something to help. You put up your hands defensively, actively trying to show him that you were, in fact, perfectly fine and did not require a splint.
“Freddy, what the hell—“
He pointed a claw at you, “Language.”
You waved him off, “what in the world are you talking about? A splint? For what? I haven’t broken anything!”
Freddy turned to you anxiously, brows furrowed with concern, “do not lie to me, superstar, I heard something crack a moment ago! Usually, cracking within the human body is cause for concern.” He tapped a nail to his chin, murmuring to himself, “should I alert the main office…?”
“Wait- wait, wait. Are you talking about me cracking my knuckles…?”
“So you admit it then! You did fracture something!”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. Was he seriously unaware of the concept of cracking one’s knuckles? Of course, it’s not like he, himself would be capable of doing it, but surely someone in the plex has done it in front of him before? You sighed, squeezing the bridge of your nose.
“Freddy. Do a quick vital scan on me.”
He scanned you.
“Do you see anything wrong?”
“Well, no…but—“
“When I said I cracked my knuckles, I didn’t mean I actually cracked them, bud. It’s a bedazzled way of saying you popped the air bubbles between your joints. Tons of people do it. Completely normal human thing. No bones were fractured, I promise.” To emphasize your point, you curled your fingers in and out of your palm to show him that you were, in fact, not injured in the slightest.
Freddy huffed the robotic equivalent of a disappointed sigh and walked over to you, taking your hands into his own, much larger ones and cradling them, lowering himself to your eye level.
“Well, if you say so, then I believe you, superstar. Just know that if you are ever in need of medical attention, I am capable of giving first-aid and various emergency procedures.”
His sparkly blue eyes looked at you affectionately, worry dissipating. You patted his head.
“You would know if I’m injured before I’d know, you big goof.”
The two of you sat silently for a moment, just staring at each other. The only reason you didn’t point out the pregnant silence was because you could see a thought bubbling behind Freddy’s eyes. He opened his palms, looking between you and your hands.
“Do you think…I could ‘crack my knuckles’?”
You laughed.
“Wait.”
Signora raises an eyebrow.
“There is…one more thing I need to do. If you’ll oblige.”
She huffs and sets the contract down, “sure, whatever.”
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The fresh air of Jeuyun Karst and the setting sun cleared your head as you continued training. Your hands were raw with determination as you struck down your opponents once more. Your skin gleamed with sweat, and your clothes had long since gone sticky.
As you finished off the last hilichurl, you noticed a strange glow from just near the cliff. Wiping your forehead, you went to investigate, the sprightly orange miasma sparkling more and more as you got closer to it.
Touch it, a voice compelled you.
In a daze, you reached your palm out to the substance. It began to form a circle in the middle, a tiny vortex of magical energy, before beautifully materializing a geo vision into your hand.
You stood in awe for a few moments, but soon you took the vision and held it close to your chest, quietly thanking him as you stood over the harbor.
The House of Lamentation Fears of Mine #VII
The old roof echoed with pittering and pattering as a storm battled the leaves of trees outside the House.
Violent weather was not uncommon, but the intensity of this storm in particular had you worried. You grazed your fingers over the drywall and found that it lightly shook with every squall, and the windows looked as if they’d shatter at the next droplet, the water showering down the glass is thickened waves.
Naturally, it was no surprise to anyone that the power went out.
The lights crackled and fizzled until the common room was engulfed in the inky blackness of the night, the only light coming from D.D.D flashlights and the lightning roaring outside.
Mammon pointed his flashlight to you, speaking: “So how do we get out of this one?”
See, the interesting predicament was that the only two beings left in the House that night were you and Mammon alone. Normally, you’d enlist Lucifer to deal with it, as he was the only one who understood how the complicated electrical system of the ancient building worked. But unfortunately for you, Lucifer wasn’t there to save you.
You and Mammon surveyed the House.
The fridge was completely dysfunctional, the lights in nearly every part of the House refused to light, none of the electrical outlets worked, and what’s worse, the wifi had been completely obliterated by the wind, leaving you and your demon friend stranded in the middle of a dark, dreary home that leaked with pure and unstable paranormal energy through every chip in the wallpaper.
“Well,” you sighed, “the only way to fix it is to see what’s wrong.”
You looked to Mammon, rubbing your cold hands together for some much needed heat.
“Do you know where the circuit board is?”
Mammon’s eyes filled with dread.
“The basement.”
A heavily pregnant silence fell over the two of you as you stood statue-still in the hallway.
“The basement?” Your chuckle thinly veiled a dreadful underbelly despite its mirth, “isn’t this the plot of literally every horror movie ever...of course it’s in the basement.”
Mammon guided you through the thick crepuscule, the light from his D.D.D suddenly illuminating a wooden door hidden beneath a staircase. It’s chilled, wrought iron handle sent your nerves fluttering once more as you opened the door and descended into the depths of the House.
The cold stone beneath your feet rocketed you into reality as the dungeon-y basement saluted you with a dreadful sort of air. Swallowing your nerves and trudging on, you eventually uncovered the wires leading to the House’s circuit board. Opening the bright red box, you were greeted with cobwebs, dated bug corpses, and anaphylactic mounds of dust. You fiddled with the switches and cords, trying to find a lead to the issue of the outage.
Then a mischievous finger tapped your shoulder.
“Mammon, cut it out, I’m trying to do something here.”
He tapped again.
“Mammon, come on! Cut it out!”
He prodded one final time, coaxing a yell out of you.
“Mammon! Fuck off!”
The tapping stopped and you continued your task. Ultimately coming up with nothing, you raced back upstairs and into the foyer where you found Mammon fiddling with a random vase.
“Wha— How did you get up here so fast Mammon? Is that one of your weird demon abilities,” you questioned with a quaint laugh.
“Whaddya mean? I never went in with you. Like hell I’d ever go down there!”
Looking behind you, you noticed that the old oak door sat patronizingly ajar.
Then who was tapping me?
So...about that new archon quest...
Khaenri’ah Theory
Before Present Storyline
> Archon War
~circa 2000 yrs. BP (bp = before present)
> Celestial Thrones determined by the Archons created
~circa 2000-1500 yrs. BP, original Gods include: Zhongli (Morax), Decarabian (Old Anemo God), Baal, Hydro Archon, Cryo Archon (NOT Tsaritsa yet), Dendro Archon (old one, I think the new one came 500 yrs. BP)
WARNING! THIS WILL CONTAIN MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE NEW (1.4) ARCHON QUEST AS WELL AS CHARACTER STORIES!
Lucifer Angst :D
Lies seep through the cracks in the walls in the House of Lamentation tonight.
Lies Lucifer would normally pummel into the back tresses of his skull day after day to keep them from touching the light.
The truth was that Lucifer is dangerously close to his breaking point. A truth he would hold fairly evident if he were of sound mind.
The memories replay in his brain like a film card caught on a tape. Endlessly repeating.
He heard every sound, reasoned through every outcome, and tried to imagine it from every which angle.
But the conscience does not discriminate, and the lies are hungry.
His shoulders slumped, his breath hitching in his constricting throat. He was tired. So tired. His eyes drooped even lower, if that were even possible. A dark shadow cast itself over his once-angular and shining features, their light now dimmed to that of a bar at last call. The last of his bodily strength pooling in his left hand as he struggled to keep himself upright on his desk.
Lucifer dropped his pen with a resounding clack against the centuries-old wood, and burrowed his fingers in his hair. He looked like shit, he was sure, smelling of alcohol and resurfacing regrets. And if there were any ounce of gentleman left in his body he would normally rebuke the statement in and of itself but sadly, there is virtually none. His facade is now transparent. The only thing grounding him in reality was the subtle crack and pop of the wood in his fireplace, as it burned for hours and hours.
He begins to wonder to himself how he bound that mask to his husk for so many years without it breaking. But this time, the cracks were too deep, and the mask fell apart; it was a fear he buried in his system for eons without even knowing it. His brothers relied on him, he was the pillar of the family, and the impenetrable shield who would ward off the unwelcome and the dangerous.
His thoughts began racing again and oh boy, he prattled to himself, that’s never a good sign. His brothers must think he’s weak and shameful, Lucifer prods. He knew that his mask would falter one day, but he prided himself on being able to sew it back together so that you couldn’t see the cracks and the tattered, beaten, and sun-dulled exterior. There’s a first time for everything, he thinks.
After all his true fear lied not with the mask itself, but with the sins sheltered in its shadow.
The big genshin 5: how much boyfriend material they are
The Men:
- Childe
- Diluc
- Kaeya
- Xiao
- Zhongli
The Ranking:
1. Diluc: a lil emotionally unavailable but has a stable job, stable income, relatively upstanding, cares for the citizens (yknow darknight hero n all), for the most part pretty stable/level-headed, no nonsense, truthful, literally listen to his canon voice lines and tell me im wrong. TRY. BEST OPTION 9/10
2. Zhongli: would kind treat the relationship like a contract n would never pay for things cause he’s broke lmao, but has a stable job, like Diluc, is pretty level-headed, knows A LOT so could probably help u with virtually anything, bc he treats the relationship like a contract tho he would be VERY LOYAL, prolly has some kick ass old man stories, overall 8/10
3. Kaeya: would treat u like a QUEEN/KING/SOVEREIGN, would literally treat u so well, buy u gifts, give u a good time, would def protect u, BUT he’s involved in some really shady shit(tm), also Khanerian so he prolly has a LOT of secrets, isn’t always upfront, overall 6/10
4. Xiao: EMOTIONALLY. UNAVAILABLE. Although he’s pretty easily swayed, can be bribed with almond tofu, but he carries a LOT of baggage, probably hates people so getting close with him would be SUPER difficult, but once you do get close to him it would be so so so cute to go on like stargazing dates n shit, overall 4/10
5. Childe: I don’t even have to SAY anything for this one, literally a WAR CRIMINAL, ALMOST DROWNED AN ENTIRE CITY BC HE WANTED THE GNOSIS SO BAD, AND THEN DAMN NEAR CRIED LIKE A BABY BACK BITCH WHEN HE GOT PLAYED LIKE A FIDDLE, honestly, the most emotionally unavailable out of all of them because he’s shielded in like 10 different layers of manipulation stemming from his childhood, a ginger, overall 2/10