It's been a little while since I've last done a pov but this playlist deserves one. POV: When Scaramouche came to you with the proposition, you knew right away that he was just using you-- that in his mind, you weren't an equal to him as partners in crime. But that was okay, because you're going to prove your worth to him. Perhaps to him now, you were just the easiest Fatui Agent under his wing to manipulate. But from the moment you were a newbie and handed over to the Sixth Harbinger, you knew you would have to stand out among your peers to get his attention. He was a ruthless commander, unnecessarily cruel and demeaning. But you liked a challenge. Your time in the Fatui proved to be utterly unstimulating, and he provides the proper fuel for you to keep burning. When he came to you and proposed that you assist him in betraying the Fatui, you were immediately on board. Even if he's withholding information from you, even if this is a test of loyalty that you've just failed. This is your big chance, not one that you're willing to drop. Besides, the Fatui were starting to get a bit too dull for you anyway. The blood under your fingernails is crusting. You stare with an annoyed hum, you don't usually get this messy during your missions but you're in a rush. You bury your knife into your pocket, too distracted to wipe it clean. Brushing your hands against your pants, you continue to walk further into the office. The bodies of your comrades stare up at you, a sheen of betrayal glazed over their lifeless eyes. These were people you've spent years with, people you've listened to their entire life stories with, you know everything about them-- from their dreams and aspirations to the names of their mothers and fathers. They didn't expect you to attack them, so there was no chance for them to even fight back. You don't pass even a single glance at them. Instead, your focus is the desk in the far right corner of the office, you skip over another body, yanking the first drawer open. Your eyes drift over the contents, searching for the documents Scaramouche requested. But you don't find anything. "Shit." You hiss, yanking every single shelf and cabinet open in your fruitless search for the documents. This is _definitely_ the correct office, belonging to one of the highest commanding scientists in Dottore's research branch. For whatever reason, Scaramouche requested documents from this scientist. You certainly weren't going to pry-- not yet, at least, not until you are to valuable to Scaramouche for him to dispose. Crouching, you allow water from your hydro delusion to seep past the floorboards, checking underneath for a hidden compartment. Unluckily, you find nothing. Doubt ebbs at the back of your mind, maybe you really did enter the wrong room, somehow. That would be rather annoying. "Y/N, I suggest you halt your search, you won't find anything." Your head spins around to see one of your comrades leaning against the doorframe, a gun in his hands. He's staring at you with resignation, the same gleam of betrayal the others held. Your heart starts to beat faster. Adrenaline rushes your veins like the lurching waters from a broken dam. The weapon he holds has ignited all your senses on fire and you become aware of even your own breathing. You survey your surroundings, trying to locate another escape route. But you hear the click of the gun's safety and snap back to face your enemy. You can't get out of this easily, he's armed with more than just a mere knife like the others. If you reach for your knife now, he'll certainly shoot. Speaking of your knife, you can feel warm blood from your stained knife on your skin, having already sept through the fabric. Sure, it's not your own blood, but it still feels unpleasant. "This isn't what it looks like." You remark rather sarcastically, deciding to strike up a conversation to stall. It seems to work, as his brows raise and an incredulous look forms across his face. "How are you so nonchalant about betraying our squad? Y/N, I thought you cared about us." He says, voice dripping with hurt. He stares down at your thigh, seeing the blood. "Please just... just surrender, you're injured already, Y/N, this won't end well for you. Maybe if you surrender you'll be given a lighter punishment." It's a lie. The Fatui don't take betrayal easily. You'll be tossed into a jail before being-- you shiver. You'd rather not think about what would happen to you. But since he's mistaken the blood for an injury, you decide to play along. "Even with a wound, I'd still be able to win. You can't bring yourself to kill me." "Y/N, you--" A loud crack disrupts your comrade and your eyes widen in surprise, a bright purple light envelops the room. Static fills the atmosphere and the stench of burnt flesh singes your nose. You hold back a cough at the smell and instead blearily blink away the tears caused by the smoke drying your eyes. His body slumps to the floor, and Scaramouche steps over it. Electro energy hums along his fingertips, like the cut ends of a power cord. Your body immediately loses a tinge of it's tension and you sigh with relief. "Boss, you came also?" Scaramouche scoffs, shaking the residue power from his fingertips. A chill trails up your spine and you internally wonder how being struck by his lightning would feel. "You were taking too long. Well? Did you find the documents?" "No sir, I suspect the man you just killed hid them." You answer simply and Scaramouche stares at the man at his feet, his brows bushing together and a scowl tracing along his lips. You resist a smile watching Scaramouche try to contain his frustration. He is rather endearing like this, it makes the other unpleasant qualities of the man bearable. "Well that's fucking great, this complicates things." "I _will_ find them, sir." You reply quick as lightning and his head darts up to stare at you. A few emotions flit across his face, all too brief and complicated for you to be able to label. You tilt your head, with a small smirk. "You did ask for my help after all." He stares silently, before nodding. "Fine, you'd better not disappoint me." Even though his voice is emotionless, you still feel your heart skip a beat at the trust he's placing in you. Even if he's just using you, one way or another, you'll convince him. EDIT: I kinda wanna continue this lol
Part 1: (others in comments) Pov- Bad Guy 0:00 ( OG version/my bad didn't realize till later was diff) Dun dun dun... Da dun da dun dun Dun dun dun... Da dun da dun dun Dun dun dun... Da dun da dun dun dun. White shirt... now red, my blood clothes. Your usual friendly demeanor curls into a crude sneer as you see *his* silhouette cling to the shadows. You're keeping on your tippy toes. "Creeping like no one knows." You snicker turning steel blade in hand. Lips lined with contempt suddenly fall back into a gripping stare. "Think you're so criminal." He stops short mid-step turning to face you, the fabric of his hat fluttering in his actions. His back arching as a dark chuckle vibrates through his body. "So you knew I was here all along. Did you also know it was I who *killed* them?" Don't say thank you- oh please, I do- what I want, when I'm wanting to. Strangely though, it was your lips that curl into a smug grin at those words. "Why woul-," Blonde hair trailing down your cheekbones to your neck adjusts as you silently shift the weight of the handle of your sword. Aiming it in his direction, "I am well aware... Of what you did and did not do " "And..." He grins wildly, opening his hands as he laughs menacingly. But you without hesitation march straight up to him. Rough gloved hand reaching out to caress his cheek. "So you're a tough guy," You breathe out breath fanning out across his face. "Like it really rough guy.." "Bet you just can't get enough guy-" Your eyes lock in on his as his now wide eyes watch your every movement *obsessively* as you lean even closer purposely letting your breath fan across his lips, mere inches away. "But I'm that bad type-" Suddenly you rear away, stepping slightly to the right before kicking his knees out from underneath him. "Make your mama sad type, make your girlfriend so mad type." You draw the sword up to his neck with ease the sharp blade so well cared for the mere proximity slightly drawing blood from his piercing edge. "Might seduce your Queen type." You snicker, leaning in again breath heavy across his ear. "I'm the baaad~ guy." Scaramouche's head snaps up to meet your eyes again, purple eyes staring straight past yours as if peering into your soul; grasping it. The skin around his eye crinkles as his smile widens, his mock scared act instantly dissipating "Duh." Wait. Why... Is the room spinning..? And with those last thoughts, your vision fades into the dark. ~ "I like it when you take control Even if you know that you don't Own me, I'll let you play the role." A low voice hums, as your dress catches on the foliage underneath your body being dragged. "I'll be. Your. Animal." The footsteps stop gently tugging at the hem of your dress caught on a branch before resuming the slow drag along. Slowly you open one eye slightly. Staring at his face, unaware of your silent gaze. Studying his resolute profile, you make no movements to raise awarenesses to your newfound consciousness before slowly shifting your gaze to the surrounding environment. What if I don't want to be saved? Pity the men I know. When finally he stops seemingly having arrived at the destination, throwing your body towards the floor. Scaramouche's eyes glace you over as a low rumble vibrates through his chest. "I know you are awake, such a small dosage as that doesn't keep you out that long." The room around you still blurs seemingly spinning, as you try to narrow your eyes to focuse in on his face. Sneering at you. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. Dragging the skin of your cheek across the rocky stone flooring, you shift around your body trying to pull yourself up into a kneeling position. The rope binding your wrists together behind you tightens in your movements as you finally regain a vertical position. Slowly you spit out blood, a bloof curling smile spreading across your white teeth, "I like when you get mad. I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone." He walks forward grabbing your face as you look past him at the Inazuma small shrine behind him. "You think she's scared of me?" You mock throwing your head to the side and gesturing towards the electric element glimmering in the lightning-struck night. "I mean... I don't see what she sees but maybe it's cause I'm wearing someone's cologne." His eyes widen as he realizes your blonde trellises hide newly gleaming purple earrings. A delusion. One offered to you by the Doctor with the price of betraying one of your own. "I'm the bad guy," you slowly smile teeth still a blood red color, as your body starts to glow a piercing vibrant purple. Ah. Those eyes are no longer the eyes of someone rational in thinking or of those which he knew. The sudden realization grasping him by the throat. I'm the bad guy. Ah.
Revived- 9:40 ( purposely changed lyrics) Part 2: Blonde hair gleams. I'm not stressed now. Trade off- the guy's looking like a mess now. Driven off track but I'm back. And I've seen it all but hell- this is a bit more my style. "I'm alive. I've revived. I survived." Your voice growls out as the aura lights in a purple beam. "You surprised? Gonna cry about it?" And with that you lunge forward to take him by the throat, finger nails digging into his neck. Ropes slipping off your wrists, your skin still dripping burgundy colored blood from the sheer abrasion. "Y-You." Scaramouche chockes out, between gasped breaths, "I thought the overdose of chloroform got her but-" "It was YOU!" He shoves a purple and light green light shining through parts of his body as your body goes flying accross the room into the wall. "No one came to help my brother." You manage to cough out through the dust. A small smile plays on your lips, before fading into a tight lipped frown. Pyschcotic laughter breaks through your body throwing your shoulder back. "So I'll help myself instead." "Jean was your first MENTOR." "You think I cared," A wild look flashes across your face light brown eyes litterally sparking with a venomous purple color. "It was all just a means to an end." The blade in your hands glowing in a blinding purple light humming as if alive. "I've got my second chance, I've got a new life." The grin deeps, seemingly more unstable by the minute, "It's not just circumstance-Honey Ham- that's all, she was meant to die." His steps uncertain, while unstable now you were his... At one point... Vision of hope... His lov- Thoughts cut short a streak of lighting wizzes past his face barely inches off his face, the ringing shrill still a scream in his unhappy ears. "Keep up, look around." You sing, seemingly toying with him as you quickly advance. Quickly teleporting behind a heafty rock. Scaramouche played with the pages of book in front of him uncertain. There wasn't time or much even standing between you two, it wasn't long... He needed to make decisions, and decisions quickly. How long had you been in the Doctor 's grasp? Under his control. It had been his plan to trap you, but if you were truly on the same side now maybe... 'A bit more my style,' the single thought fluttered accross his mind. "I DON'T WISH TO FIGHT YOU. WHILE MAYBE NOT THE BEST MEANS WE ARE BOTH HARBINGERS NOW... We could... Just..." But nothing shook that still unruly smile as you scoured each rock trying to place his exact location. "The eleven harbinger~" You sing in a song type tone, dragging the blade behind you. "Quite the upgrade in rank if I kill you." "What did the Doctor promise you?" Scaramouche yells creeping towards the other side of the rock looking for an off angle to strike you. "Your brother? You know where his loyalties lie." "I will take you in, as an apprentice of sorts. Power can still be *yours*." He growls back, "I can't believe your getting irrational after all you have been through." The rock in front of him bursts in eerie purple light. Heeled boots striding toward him in a scissor type motion. "This is my sunrise." Step. "This is my dawn," Step. "This is what I've waited for all along." Brandishing the sword yet again you rest it in an active hold ready to strike your opponent down. "All of this time.." Scaramouche snarls his book also lighting in a greenish blue light as if rejecting the delusions call to him. "All this is mine." You spit, "Mine. Mine.." "MINE." You suddenly growl out striking where he was but moments before. Scaramouche having stepped back and turning only to parry with a sharp wind slicing towards you. "Shut up and listen." He glowers purple eyes staring you down all friendliness having dissipated as he comes to terms with the fact you may have to be struck down. "I'll say I'm sorry." You mock, deeply frowning before another smile of contempt forcing it's way onto your face. "But you don't have to forgive" Regardless. Of his thoughts, strike you down. Regardless. Of his love, that resounds. "You are testing my patience." The sword slices through the air again rashness in it's movements "Yes, I blew up the nation." "It was thirteen and a half years I spent." The vulgar tone of distaste seeping though your every word as you lunge again for him. "On the platform in hell, but I've come back hell bent."
Song change- Whiskey Fever 37:04 Part 3: (final) He drops back again from your repeated sweeping motions towards his body, this time landing a strike against your wrist. Narrowly missing your dominate swordplay hand. Unlucky. Grimacing you step back the heels of your boots scraping against the rocky flooring stirring up pebbles. Taking a quick glance to the left you start to run, strong quad muscles flexing as you leap up the broken concrete pillar remnant before slicing down from above towards his small frame. But as you recover from the hard fall blood and dirt seeping from your scraped knees the hair on your arms stand straight on end. Without a second of hesitation you roll diving to the right the smell of seared smoke penetrated the air. A black dark spot plastered all over the stone ground which you had just knelt. "Bastard." You look up to the cliff which he now stands still glowering. "Never for you, Darling." A wicked grin dances accross his lips. "A real shame you wouldn't just join me in the devil's dance, we would have been the most miraculous dance partners." "You know..." He snickers, turning a page in the book before him electricity bouncing before his finger tips. "Electric delusions... It takes certain traits for it to work even if it is a manufactured vision." "While I am not in favor of you trading part of your life for more power, especially when you as well already have a elemental ability.." He pauses, peering down at you, looking your silhouette up and down. "If I had known it would have given me your undue loyalty to orders you could have had one agessss ago." "I'm just surprised, a mouse I have been chasing for so long was so stereotypically weak in the mind." And with that he slams the book shut instantly causing the rocky ceiling to start falling above you. You're my evil. You're my evil. But a trimmer of violet instantly kills the silence, a sudden explosion not from the pile of rocks, but the right side of the room. A familiar long haired very.. very angry woman standing there. The heel of her boot slams the ground, and the air sizzles in response causing him to plummet from the air towards the ground. Barely managing to avoid slamming face first into the very debris he had buried you in, he snickers out, "Oh momma can't you see I'm grown." He shrugs his shoulders electricity dancing across his collar bone, pointing towards the pile, "Maybe you should have gifted her a vision." "You took to long." He sneers laughing as the Shogun's gaze falls to the rocks where you lay. "Bad habits been busting bones." "Hell." His pyschcotic gaze snaps up her attention, "Burry me with her, Momma go ahead and swallow me whole. " "Lord knows you gotta fill up the cave now." He grins flying at her.
◈ I’m guessing the Balladeer has been faring well.. The birth of a new God is quite extraordinary, especially at an age like this. I just wonder what *my* little puppet has planned for this world..
My my, I am writing a Scaramouche x Reader story (be reassured not a cheesy and cringe one) and I found your video in my recommendations ! I guess I am pretty lucky thanks in advance for, what I know, is going to be a master piece of a playlist!
Whats it called, dont really crush on scaramouche but if its not cringe or cheesy, sighn me up! Also if like the first chapter is available on what application can i read it on?
this playlist saved me. I'm doing an exam at home at this moment that I need to submit in an hour and I'm almost done with it because this playlist actually gave me the energy and confidence to work quickly without second guessing myself. and the fact that it is a Scaramouche makes it the best lol. by the way sorry if I made any spelling mistakes.
THIS PLAYLIST IS TOO GOOD OMG OMG OMGOMG OMGOMG I LOST IT AT THE BAD GUY'S VERSION OF THE GUY I NEVER HEARD THATSKIDFSHDF ALSO THIS PICTURE OF HIM GOES PERFECTLY GAHSGSDFKJHSGJSHD edit: i just saw it's justin bieber singing not version of "the guy" XD!!
So, I found this masterpiece and got upset, because there's no timestaps
💫 *Timestaps* 💫
00:00 - 3:11 -- bad guy / Billie Elish, Justin Bieber
3:12 - 6:07 -- Enemy / Imagine Dragons, JID
6:12 - 9:32 -- Sociopath / StayLoose, Bryce Fox
9:40 - 12:15 -- REVIVED / Derivakat
12:19 - 16:13 -- No roots / Alice Merton
16:18 - 19:40 -- Wanna Play? / The Prophet
19:45 - 23:56 -- I Come With Knives / IAMX
24:01 - 27:33 -- Serial Killer / Moncrieff, JUDGE
27:36 - 30:21 -- Evil Eye / Franz Ferdinand
30:26 - 33:14 -- Another Way Out / Hollywood Undead
33:19 - 37:00 -- Stick Up / grandson
37:04 - 39:39 -- Whiskey Fever / Dorothy
39:44 - 46:24 -- Bang! Pow! Boom! / Insane Clown Posse
Как вы делаете это так быстро?..
thank you!!
Thank you!!!
@@venti_archon *_шазам и быстрота пальцев.)_*
REVIVED?????? HOLY SHIT
GIVING DIRTY, LITTLE, TRAITOR VIBES!!! (the best scaramouche x reader wattpad story😎)
YES OH MY GOD
that fics is not good for my mental health
IM READING THIS ATM
@@pumpkinette16 what's it called???,
@@nashloveskubzsscouts dirty little traitor. lol
When you come so early there isn’t any time stamps yet:😃
Lol
9:40 WAS A JUMPSCARE OMG
I'M TRYNA ESCAPE THE FANDOM DON'T BRING ME BACKKKKKK
I dont regret choosing you as my secretary
stop 😞
NAHHH
*AAAAAAAAAA*
more like the pest like hat jingles 🤭
AHHHHHH Yessss!
It's been a little while since I've last done a pov but this playlist deserves one.
POV:
When Scaramouche came to you with the proposition, you knew right away that he was just using you-- that in his mind, you weren't an equal to him as partners in crime. But that was okay, because you're going to prove your worth to him. Perhaps to him now, you were just the easiest Fatui Agent under his wing to manipulate. But from the moment you were a newbie and handed over to the Sixth Harbinger, you knew you would have to stand out among your peers to get his attention. He was a ruthless commander, unnecessarily cruel and demeaning. But you liked a challenge. Your time in the Fatui proved to be utterly unstimulating, and he provides the proper fuel for you to keep burning. When he came to you and proposed that you assist him in betraying the Fatui, you were immediately on board. Even if he's withholding information from you, even if this is a test of loyalty that you've just failed. This is your big chance, not one that you're willing to drop.
Besides, the Fatui were starting to get a bit too dull for you anyway.
The blood under your fingernails is crusting. You stare with an annoyed hum, you don't usually get this messy during your missions but you're in a rush. You bury your knife into your pocket, too distracted to wipe it clean. Brushing your hands against your pants, you continue to walk further into the office. The bodies of your comrades stare up at you, a sheen of betrayal glazed over their lifeless eyes. These were people you've spent years with, people you've listened to their entire life stories with, you know everything about them-- from their dreams and aspirations to the names of their mothers and fathers. They didn't expect you to attack them, so there was no chance for them to even fight back. You don't pass even a single glance at them. Instead, your focus is the desk in the far right corner of the office, you skip over another body, yanking the first drawer open. Your eyes drift over the contents, searching for the documents Scaramouche requested. But you don't find anything. "Shit." You hiss, yanking every single shelf and cabinet open in your fruitless search for the documents.
This is _definitely_ the correct office, belonging to one of the highest commanding scientists in Dottore's research branch. For whatever reason, Scaramouche requested documents from this scientist. You certainly weren't going to pry-- not yet, at least, not until you are to valuable to Scaramouche for him to dispose.
Crouching, you allow water from your hydro delusion to seep past the floorboards, checking underneath for a hidden compartment. Unluckily, you find nothing. Doubt ebbs at the back of your mind, maybe you really did enter the wrong room, somehow. That would be rather annoying.
"Y/N, I suggest you halt your search, you won't find anything."
Your head spins around to see one of your comrades leaning against the doorframe, a gun in his hands. He's staring at you with resignation, the same gleam of betrayal the others held. Your heart starts to beat faster. Adrenaline rushes your veins like the lurching waters from a broken dam. The weapon he holds has ignited all your senses on fire and you become aware of even your own breathing. You survey your surroundings, trying to locate another escape route. But you hear the click of the gun's safety and snap back to face your enemy. You can't get out of this easily, he's armed with more than just a mere knife like the others. If you reach for your knife now, he'll certainly shoot.
Speaking of your knife, you can feel warm blood from your stained knife on your skin, having already sept through the fabric. Sure, it's not your own blood, but it still feels unpleasant.
"This isn't what it looks like." You remark rather sarcastically, deciding to strike up a conversation to stall. It seems to work, as his brows raise and an incredulous look forms across his face.
"How are you so nonchalant about betraying our squad? Y/N, I thought you cared about us." He says, voice dripping with hurt. He stares down at your thigh, seeing the blood. "Please just... just surrender, you're injured already, Y/N, this won't end well for you. Maybe if you surrender you'll be given a lighter punishment." It's a lie. The Fatui don't take betrayal easily. You'll be tossed into a jail before being-- you shiver. You'd rather not think about what would happen to you. But since he's mistaken the blood for an injury, you decide to play along.
"Even with a wound, I'd still be able to win. You can't bring yourself to kill me."
"Y/N, you--" A loud crack disrupts your comrade and your eyes widen in surprise, a bright purple light envelops the room. Static fills the atmosphere and the stench of burnt flesh singes your nose. You hold back a cough at the smell and instead blearily blink away the tears caused by the smoke drying your eyes.
His body slumps to the floor, and Scaramouche steps over it. Electro energy hums along his fingertips, like the cut ends of a power cord. Your body immediately loses a tinge of it's tension and you sigh with relief. "Boss, you came also?"
Scaramouche scoffs, shaking the residue power from his fingertips. A chill trails up your spine and you internally wonder how being struck by his lightning would feel. "You were taking too long. Well? Did you find the documents?"
"No sir, I suspect the man you just killed hid them." You answer simply and Scaramouche stares at the man at his feet, his brows bushing together and a scowl tracing along his lips. You resist a smile watching Scaramouche try to contain his frustration. He is rather endearing like this, it makes the other unpleasant qualities of the man bearable.
"Well that's fucking great, this complicates things."
"I _will_ find them, sir." You reply quick as lightning and his head darts up to stare at you. A few emotions flit across his face, all too brief and complicated for you to be able to label. You tilt your head, with a small smirk. "You did ask for my help after all."
He stares silently, before nodding. "Fine, you'd better not disappoint me." Even though his voice is emotionless, you still feel your heart skip a beat at the trust he's placing in you. Even if he's just using you, one way or another, you'll convince him.
EDIT: I kinda wanna continue this lol
this really reminds me of joker and harley quinn omg😩 i love it! id love to see more😭
pls
You should totally continue this (if you want, no pressure!)
this is too good
Please do continue it. THIS IS AMAZING! 😍🙏🙏
pls tell me im not the only one who thought partners in crime would be the first song to play 😭😭
love the playlist thoo💕💕
Part 1: (others in comments)
Pov- Bad Guy 0:00 ( OG version/my bad didn't realize till later was diff)
Dun dun dun... Da dun da dun dun
Dun dun dun... Da dun da dun dun
Dun dun dun... Da dun da dun dun dun.
White shirt... now red, my blood clothes.
Your usual friendly demeanor curls into a crude sneer as you see *his* silhouette cling to the shadows.
You're keeping on your tippy toes.
"Creeping like no one knows." You snicker turning steel blade in hand.
Lips lined with contempt suddenly fall back into a gripping stare. "Think you're so criminal."
He stops short mid-step turning to face you, the fabric of his hat fluttering in his actions. His back arching as a dark chuckle vibrates through his body.
"So you knew I was here all along. Did you also know it was I who *killed* them?"
Don't say thank you- oh please, I do- what I want, when I'm wanting to.
Strangely though, it was your lips that curl into a smug grin at those words.
"Why woul-,"
Blonde hair trailing down your cheekbones to your neck adjusts as you silently shift the weight of the handle of your sword.
Aiming it in his direction, "I am well aware... Of what you did and did not do "
"And..." He grins wildly, opening his hands as he laughs menacingly.
But you without hesitation march straight up to him. Rough gloved hand reaching out to caress his cheek.
"So you're a tough guy," You breathe out breath fanning out across his face. "Like it really rough guy.."
"Bet you just can't get enough guy-" Your eyes lock in on his as his now wide eyes watch your every movement *obsessively* as you lean even closer purposely letting your breath fan across his lips, mere inches away.
"But I'm that bad type-"
Suddenly you rear away, stepping slightly to the right before kicking his knees out from underneath him.
"Make your mama sad type, make your girlfriend so mad type."
You draw the sword up to his neck with ease the sharp blade so well cared for the mere proximity slightly drawing blood from his piercing edge.
"Might seduce your Queen type." You snicker, leaning in again breath heavy across his ear. "I'm the baaad~ guy."
Scaramouche's head snaps up to meet your eyes again, purple eyes staring straight past yours as if peering into your soul; grasping it.
The skin around his eye crinkles as his smile widens, his mock scared act instantly dissipating "Duh."
Wait.
Why... Is the room spinning..?
And with those last thoughts, your vision fades into the dark.
~
"I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't
Own me, I'll let you play the role."
A low voice hums, as your dress catches on the foliage underneath your body being dragged.
"I'll be. Your. Animal." The footsteps stop gently tugging at the hem of your dress caught on a branch before resuming the slow drag along.
Slowly you open one eye slightly. Staring at his face, unaware of your silent gaze.
Studying his resolute profile, you make no movements to raise awarenesses to your newfound consciousness before slowly shifting your gaze to the surrounding environment.
What if I don't want to be saved?
Pity the men I know.
When finally he stops seemingly having arrived at the destination, throwing your body towards the floor.
Scaramouche's eyes glace you over as a low rumble vibrates through his chest.
"I know you are awake, such a small dosage as that doesn't keep you out that long."
The room around you still blurs seemingly spinning, as you try to narrow your eyes to focuse in on his face. Sneering at you.
Ha ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Dragging the skin of your cheek across the rocky stone flooring, you shift around your body trying to pull yourself up into a kneeling position.
The rope binding your wrists together behind you tightens in your movements as you finally regain a vertical position.
Slowly you spit out blood, a bloof curling smile spreading across your white teeth, "I like when you get mad. I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone."
He walks forward grabbing your face as you look past him at the Inazuma small shrine behind him.
"You think she's scared of me?" You mock throwing your head to the side and gesturing towards the electric element glimmering in the lightning-struck night.
"I mean... I don't see what she sees but maybe it's cause I'm wearing someone's cologne."
His eyes widen as he realizes your blonde trellises hide newly gleaming purple earrings.
A delusion.
One offered to you by the Doctor with the price of betraying one of your own.
"I'm the bad guy," you slowly smile teeth still a blood red color, as your body starts to glow a piercing vibrant purple.
Ah.
Those eyes are no longer the eyes of someone rational in thinking or of those which he knew. The sudden realization grasping him by the throat.
I'm the bad guy.
Ah.
Revived- 9:40 ( purposely changed lyrics)
Part 2:
Blonde hair gleams. I'm not stressed now. Trade off- the guy's looking like a mess now. Driven off track but I'm back. And I've seen it all but hell- this is a bit more my style.
"I'm alive. I've revived. I survived." Your voice growls out as the aura lights in a purple beam. "You surprised? Gonna cry about it?"
And with that you lunge forward to take him by the throat, finger nails digging into his neck. Ropes slipping off your wrists, your skin still dripping burgundy colored blood from the sheer abrasion.
"Y-You." Scaramouche chockes out, between gasped breaths, "I thought the overdose of chloroform got her but-"
"It was YOU!" He shoves a purple and light green light shining through parts of his body as your body goes flying accross the room into the wall.
"No one came to help my brother." You manage to cough out through the dust.
A small smile plays on your lips, before fading into a tight lipped frown.
Pyschcotic laughter breaks through your body throwing your shoulder back. "So I'll help myself instead."
"Jean was your first MENTOR."
"You think I cared," A wild look flashes across your face light brown eyes litterally sparking with a venomous purple color. "It was all just a means to an end."
The blade in your hands glowing in a blinding purple light humming as if alive.
"I've got my second chance, I've got a new life." The grin deeps, seemingly more unstable by the minute, "It's not just circumstance-Honey Ham- that's all, she was meant to die."
His steps uncertain, while unstable now you were his... At one point... Vision of hope... His lov-
Thoughts cut short a streak of lighting wizzes past his face barely inches off his face, the ringing shrill still a scream in his unhappy ears.
"Keep up, look around." You sing, seemingly toying with him as you quickly advance.
Quickly teleporting behind a heafty rock. Scaramouche played with the pages of book in front of him uncertain. There wasn't time or much even standing between you two, it wasn't long... He needed to make decisions, and decisions quickly.
How long had you been in the Doctor 's grasp? Under his control.
It had been his plan to trap you, but if you were truly on the same side now maybe... 'A bit more my style,' the single thought fluttered accross his mind.
"I DON'T WISH TO FIGHT YOU. WHILE MAYBE NOT THE BEST MEANS WE ARE BOTH HARBINGERS NOW... We could... Just..."
But nothing shook that still unruly smile as you scoured each rock trying to place his exact location.
"The eleven harbinger~" You sing in a song type tone, dragging the blade behind you. "Quite the upgrade in rank if I kill you."
"What did the Doctor promise you?" Scaramouche yells creeping towards the other side of the rock looking for an off angle to strike you. "Your brother? You know where his loyalties lie."
"I will take you in, as an apprentice of sorts. Power can still be *yours*." He growls back, "I can't believe your getting irrational after all you have been through."
The rock in front of him bursts in eerie purple light. Heeled boots striding toward him in a scissor type motion.
"This is my sunrise." Step.
"This is my dawn," Step.
"This is what I've waited for all along." Brandishing the sword yet again you rest it in an active hold ready to strike your opponent down.
"All of this time.." Scaramouche snarls his book also lighting in a greenish blue light as if rejecting the delusions call to him.
"All this is mine." You spit,
"Mine. Mine.."
"MINE." You suddenly growl out striking where he was but moments before.
Scaramouche having stepped back and turning only to parry with a sharp wind slicing towards you.
"Shut up and listen." He glowers purple eyes staring you down all friendliness having dissipated as he comes to terms with the fact you may have to be struck down.
"I'll say I'm sorry." You mock, deeply frowning before another smile of contempt forcing it's way onto your face. "But you don't have to forgive"
Regardless. Of his thoughts, strike you down.
Regardless. Of his love, that resounds.
"You are testing my patience."
The sword slices through the air again rashness in it's movements "Yes, I blew up the nation."
"It was thirteen and a half years I spent." The vulgar tone of distaste seeping though your every word as you lunge again for him. "On the platform in hell, but I've come back hell bent."
Song change- Whiskey Fever 37:04
Part 3: (final)
He drops back again from your repeated sweeping motions towards his body, this time landing a strike against your wrist. Narrowly missing your dominate swordplay hand. Unlucky.
Grimacing you step back the heels of your boots scraping against the rocky flooring stirring up pebbles.
Taking a quick glance to the left you start to run, strong quad muscles flexing as you leap up the broken concrete pillar remnant before slicing down from above towards his small frame.
But as you recover from the hard fall blood and dirt seeping from your scraped knees the hair on your arms stand straight on end.
Without a second of hesitation you roll diving to the right the smell of seared smoke penetrated the air. A black dark spot plastered all over the stone ground which you had just knelt.
"Bastard." You look up to the cliff which he now stands still glowering.
"Never for you, Darling." A wicked grin dances accross his lips. "A real shame you wouldn't just join me in the devil's dance, we would have been the most miraculous dance partners."
"You know..." He snickers, turning a page in the book before him electricity bouncing before his finger tips. "Electric delusions... It takes certain traits for it to work even if it is a manufactured vision."
"While I am not in favor of you trading part of your life for more power, especially when you as well already have a elemental ability.." He pauses, peering down at you, looking your silhouette up and down. "If I had known it would have given me your undue loyalty to orders you could have had one agessss ago."
"I'm just surprised, a mouse I have been chasing for so long was so stereotypically weak in the mind." And with that he slams the book shut instantly causing the rocky ceiling to start falling above you.
You're my evil.
You're my evil.
But a trimmer of violet instantly kills the silence, a sudden explosion not from the pile of rocks, but the right side of the room. A familiar long haired very.. very angry woman standing there.
The heel of her boot slams the ground, and the air sizzles in response causing him to plummet from the air towards the ground.
Barely managing to avoid slamming face first into the very debris he had buried you in, he snickers out, "Oh momma can't you see I'm grown."
He shrugs his shoulders electricity dancing across his collar bone, pointing towards the pile, "Maybe you should have gifted her a vision."
"You took to long." He sneers laughing as the Shogun's gaze falls to the rocks where you lay. "Bad habits been busting bones."
"Hell." His pyschcotic gaze snaps up her attention, "Burry me with her, Momma go ahead and swallow me whole. "
"Lord knows you gotta fill up the cave now." He grins flying at her.
Omg Derivakat in a Genshin playlist. Something I never thought I would see someday. Fits perfectly tho
◈ I’m guessing the Balladeer has been faring well.. The birth of a new God is quite extraordinary, especially at an age like this. I just wonder what *my* little puppet has planned for this world..
Probably better than what y'all have been planning anyways
My my, I am writing a Scaramouche x Reader story (be reassured not a cheesy and cringe one) and I found your video in my recommendations ! I guess I am pretty lucky thanks in advance for, what I know, is going to be a master piece of a playlist!
Whats it called, dont really crush on scaramouche but if its not cringe or cheesy, sighn me up! Also if like the first chapter is available on what application can i read it on?
THIS IS SO GOOD??? kinda wanna write a pov but no energy...
THANK YOU
The fanmade Dream smp song about Alivebur surprised me hahahah
ikr lmao
As a old dsmp fan it is nice to see revived ❤❤
I see scaramouche, I click
This is a masterpiece I tell you. Got to be one of the best Playlist
I got jump scared by the Alivebur song lol
this playlist saved me. I'm doing an exam at home at this moment that I need to submit in an hour and I'm almost done with it because this playlist actually gave me the energy and confidence to work quickly without second guessing myself. and the fact that it is a Scaramouche makes it the best lol. by the way sorry if I made any spelling mistakes.
Ngl I was expecting to hear Partners in Crime by Set It Off. A great playlist nonetheless!
I keep coming back to this one❤
Oooo song by Derivakat. Cool!
Pov writers where are you 👀
О БОЖЕ МОЙ, ДА, НАКОНЕЦ-ТО
OMGG YES TELL ME WHEN THE POV WRITER ARE HERE🎉 THIS PLAYLIST ROCKSSS
A few of them are here
Hello they're here
Now this is just pure vibes
I am hynotized and out of breath when I come to. Thank you for this phenomenal playlist 🥰🤩🤪
THIS PLAYLIST IS TOO GOOD OMG OMG OMGOMG OMGOMG I LOST IT AT THE BAD GUY'S VERSION OF THE GUY I NEVER HEARD THATSKIDFSHDF ALSO THIS PICTURE OF HIM GOES PERFECTLY GAHSGSDFKJHSGJSHD
edit: i just saw it's justin bieber singing not version of "the guy" XD!!
AMAZING 🛐
THANK YOUU
This playlist: pure love!
i really love this
thank youu
REVIVED WHEN I HEARD IT I WENT TO MARS
I love this
20:00 Der deutsche Anfang kam einfach aus dem Nirgendwo
THANK YOU OMG
i REALLY came early now
im jus gonna go and come back when there is timelines
started with JB, this playlist is already perfect
its funny to hear german lyrics when im german myself💀😭
Awesome playlist!!!!
You have good taste
POV writers were yo @ss’s at ?
OH ITS OUT OHLAWLOL
Anyone else in the mood to commit atrocities now?
YESSSAS HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD
I clicked so fast 😩
I don't regret choosing you as my secretary (2024)
12/10
amooo
THIS IS AMAZING!!!
hey creator,, sorry for the weird question but can we be friends??
DEE EL TEE
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first?
Im Second
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