Кадзуха и скарамучча фанфики. Kazuha and Scaramouche. Скарамучча x Казуха. скарамучча сделала свой любовный тест, чтобы узнать, насколько хорошо её знают друзья.
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But why? Why here, in your village, in your home? As you approach your home, your son now clinging to your dress, having noticed the strangers and finally taken in your rapidly anxious mood, you see your husband walk out of the doorway, flanked by two more men. His face is so pale that your immediate thought is that there was an illness in the village, after all. Perhaps something dreadful and contagious, and those men were sent here to contain it.
But the closer you get, the closer you see the expression on his face. Or holding the knife? You stop within a respectable distance. A safe distance.
A distance that, you think, is far enough away to push your son to safety should it come to that. One of the men takes a step forward. Maybe you can talk your way out of this—whatever this is. A misunderstanding, surely.
What on Earth could you have to do with anything bigger than your village, your home, your family life? The man looks at his companion and they nod in unison. The sight makes your fingers clench tighter around your basket. Respectable, but questioning.
What have we done? Instinct that makes your other hand go to his head, to the softness of his hair. To feel it and recognize it and compare its fullness to the thin downy wisps on his head when he was born. Your husband is crying.
They have weapons. They have power. The masked man practically growls at the wait. Instincts are not always smart one.
Instincts sometimes need to be squashed. You smile. It hurts, and your lips tremble, but you smile. Your back aches when you stand back up.
The hollow, horrified look in his eyes does nothing to soften your own fear. Instead, they make you walk, marching on, ignoring the questions that occasionally leave your lips. Where are you taking me? What have I done?
When you stumble, the grip on your arm tightens. You ignore him, refusing to answer, pettiness stabbing at your heart. Let him think what he wants. By the time you reach what your aching legs hope is your destination, your anxiety has forcibly abated.
What would the Fatui want with you? And would the person who ordered this kidnapping be willing to listen to reason? The tent itself is an ornate red monstrosity, and you wonder at such a waste. The money spent on the tent fabric alone, lush reds and gilding, could feed your village several times over.
The man on your left, still keeping his now-painful grip on your arm, no longer looks grimly satisfied at having achieved his duty without needing to throw you over his shoulder. He looks… nervous. Only murmured words and, oddly, the tinkling of bells. You stumble forward as the flaps are sealed behind you, leaving a red-tinged light in their wake.
Your arm is sore and you rub it softly, remaining firmly rooted to the spot. The inside of the tent is surprisingly sparse, considering the ornateness and size of the outside. Cut screens and candles offer lighting, but the red light filtering through the tent fabric itself makes it foreboding rather than elegant or comfortable. A wisp of movement from further in the tent catches your eye, and your stomach clenches in anxiety of who or what will be revealed.
Они учатся вместе, живут в общежитии по соседству. Хочется развить их отношения, первая любовь, первые опыты и тому подобное. Сюжет 2.
Где Итэр детектив, а Скара работает на мафиози Фатуи. Они встречаются случайно. Знакомство через соц.
Скарамуш и Райден. Скарамуш и Баал. Райден Сегун Чиби. Скарамуччи Геншин. Скамаруча Геншин. Скарамуш Genshin. Геншин Импакт Скарамуча. Mona and Scaramouche Genshin. Мона x Скарамучча. Мона и Скарамучча Геншин.
Шляпа Скарамуччи. Шляпа Скарамуччи Странник. Scaramouche анемо. Моника Геншин. Мона Genshin Impact. Геншин Импакт персонажи Мона. Мона Геншин Chibi. Дотторо Геншин. Скарамучча Геншин Импакт. Сакамурача Геншин.
Скарамучча и Тарталья Геншин. Скарамучча и Чайльд Геншин. Геншин Импакт Скарамучча и Казуха. Scaramouche x hu tao. Скарамучча и альбедо. Сёгун Райден и Скарамучча. Тао Ханакай. Геншин шиппы. Дилюк и Венти Геншин. Чжун Сяо Геншин.
Кецлайн Геншин. Мона арт Genshin Impact. Мона Genshin Impact 18 арт. Моракс Геншин. Джун Геншин Импакт. Джун ли Геншин арт 18. Чайльд и Чжун ли. Карамона Геншин. Геншин Импакт Мона и Скарамуш. Скарамучча Геншин Art.
Фан персонажи Геншин Импакт. Геншин ОС персонажи. Геншин Импакт одежда персонажей. Геншин Импакт ОС персонажи. Скамаруш Геншин. Скарамуш Геншин Импакт. Сакарамуччи Геншин. Скарамуш Геншин. Скарамуша Геншин Импакт. Скарамучча Генгин.
Скарамуш Genshin Impact арт. Скарамуш тарт Алья Геншин. Скарамучча из Геншин. Scaramouche Геншин. Скарамуч Геншин Импакт. Скарамучча Genshin. Касуми Геншин. Genshin Impact persona 5.
More comfortable with you. Not at first. You painted, sometimes, and you often caught him staring at you as you worked. It made your stomach flip. His name was Kunikuzushi. He was not some noble, but a mere traveler, he said. Your cheeks heat up even now when you think back to the first time he told you his name. All inquiries for it had been ignored, in the past. Danced around, pushed aside. Until one day. You had been painting, and talking endlessly about the things you wanted to see, how you were even a bit jealous of him, really. As you prattled, you saw him lean forward. He whispered his name in your ear, like a secret, like a lover. And in the end, he became both. Is it any wonder that you were drawn to him? Someone who had the life you dreamed of, someone who saw things you could barely imagine. Someone free from the shackles of expectations that others put on you, even here in your little home at the outskirts of the village. Someone different. And not different like you. Not a bit odd and dreamy, bucking against the norm. Someone who seemed… new. Above this. Destined for something bigger than your little house and sets of paints and vegetable scrap stews. Kunikuzushi was blank, like clay; as if he was half-formed, waiting to be finished. As if when you would wrap your arms around him and press your fingers into his hips, pushing yourself forward as your mouths met in warm kisses, those fingertips might just leave permanent impressions. Maybe you did. Maybe you helped complete him, whoever he was, whatever he was missing. At night, bodies intertwined, sometimes laying out under the stars if it was warm enough, you would whisper to each other. You told him about your hopes and dreams. About your refusal to marry the kindly butcher man your parents recommended. About your wish to someday live a life beyond slinging wet laundry into your arms to make enough money to keep your belly full and a few paints in your pots. About your hopes of painting the world, some day. He would take all of this in and accept it, just as you accepted him. He took in your body and mind and dreams, all wrapped up in your imperfect package, and you thanked him for it with every kiss. What he made of it all. Life and people and the world. Sometimes he seemed amazed and at other times, bitter. He would never say why. There are things about Kunikuzushi you would never know. Things he would never tell you. And you learned to accept this, as you learned to accept all of his quirks and habits. The way he watched you whenever you went about your daily chores. The way he was needy and a bit greedy without vocalizing it, expecting you to match his mood and indulge him before he got too gloomy. Yet there was a lightness there, something fresh, something you felt you were unpeeling as you lived together day by day. Something that kept you coming back for more, eager to see what might be finally revealed underneath if you just worked hard enough. And for all that he kept himself guarded, he never stopped you. He was yours, and you were his. And then one day, Kunikuzushi was gone. Just like that.
"Тебе не сбежать"|Яндере! Скарамучча
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Мона и Скарамучча
Мона и скарамучча фф 18. Фф мона и скарамучча для тебя другой. Просмотрите доску «Скарамучча и Кадзуха» пользователя Life Is My Friend в Pinterest. ScaramoucheYes I’m finally posting it lol, I had this sitting around a while actually and was hoping we’d get more info or anything on my boy, but since it looks like that’s not. Начинаются уроки, и Скарамушу уже скучно, половину времени он делает заметки, уставившись в пространство, он проводит рукой по своему новому сердцу. Если вам понравилось бесплатно смотреть видео почему шипперят кадзуху и скарамуччу? история возникновения пейринга онлайн которое загрузил Hilichurl Tomo 03 декабря 2022 длительностью 00 ч 06 мин 41 сек в хорошем качестве. Пэйринг и персонажи: Камисато Аято, ОЖП, Камисато Аято/ОЖП, Тома,Камисато Аяка, ОМП. Размер: планируется миди.
ПОЧЕМУ ШИППЕРЯТ СКАРАМУЧЧУ И КАЗУХУ
Скарамуча нежно берет твое лицо, и целует в носик, символизируя, что любит тебя и что всегда будет рядом, чтобы защитить тебя. Затем юноша целует твой животик, глядя на тебя снизу вверх с широкой улыбкой на лице, счастливый от того, что он станет отцом. Ты продолжаешь улыбаться ему своей самой светлой улыбкой и шепчешь на ухо тихим и мягким голоском. Скарамучча оставляет тебя наблюдать за ним, пока он готовит ужин. Лапша яки удон, одно из твоих любимых блюд, была прекрасно приготовлена и подана на обеденном столе.
Придя туда, Чиро осмотрелась. Повсюду стояли ящики, росли кусты и деревья. Спрятаться там не составит труда. Через несколько минут она уже сидела на дереве. Через несколько минут она заснула.
Вечерело, девушку разбудил шум приближающихся шагов. Она быстро проснулась и посмотрела вниз. Там стоял человек, которого ей предстояло yбить. Это был совсем молодой парень, казалось он даже не успел насладиться жизнью, но как бы Чиро не хотелось уйти, уже поздно. Девушка закрыла глаза, схватила косу и...
Кровь, везде этот алый цвет. Открыв глаза она увидела мёртвое тело того человека и алую кровь, повсюду, на косе, на земле, на траве, даже на её лице. Этот прекрасный алый цвет, от него можно сойти с ума. Из мыслей её вывели приближающиеся голоса. Чиро быстро побежала в сторону особняка.
У входа её уже ждал Скарамучча.
The comforting silk sheets and pillows tried to lull you back to sleep, but your eyes opened at the unfamiliar environment. The tatami flooring, the ornate orchids decorating wooden furniture, the pale purple futon you were in. Huh, you were also dressed in a kimono. Everything was blatantly from Inazuma. The door slid open. You rubbed your eyes then looked up.
Come on, get up. You need to eat. You trembled; this was just a dream. Where were his tender grins and eyes? Confusion flowed through your veins. Swirling thoughts kept tormenting you; chilling despair should be flowing through your veins, yet why did you feel dashes of bliss? He was the man of your dreams.
A fair, charming face, a sensuous voice, clever hands. A smooth, porcelain plate of pomegranates was placed in front of you. You had a rough journey. He sat near you, trapping your mind in his spellbinding allure. The creep of nimble hands up your body brought shudders. He untied your kimono slightly. You carefully broke the pomegranate, watching as scarlet juice stained the white plate.
A single seed was brought to your mouth. His lips traced your neck. They say the Goddess of Love gives her element to those who brave their plight. However, the truth is that she gives them to those who love with all their soul and being. The graze of fingers could be felt under your dress. You ate another pomegranate seed.
Но тут возникает следующий интересный вопрос: а если бы Казуха узнал не только то, что напрямую касается Райден Гокаден и упадка в том числе его клана, а заинтересовался бы предысторией Странника, чтобы понять его прежнюю мотивацию, нынешние намерения и наконец решить, как ему с ним поступить, как поставить точку в этой истории. И тут открывается простор для самых разных фантазий, каждый по-своему предположит, как Казуха поступит, что за этим последует. Захочется чего-то мягкого и красивого - садись, пиши фанфик про то, как Казуха, обдумывая все, проникается сочувствием к Страннику, судьба сталкивает их снова, они все больше заинтересовываются историями и личностями друг друга, укрепляют какую-то особую связь.
Захочется чего-то жесткого и красивого - история про то, как Казуха, например, даже поняв Странника, правильным, закономерным завершением этой истории в несколько столетий видит казнь Странника от его, Казухи, руки. В общем интересно, как их долгожданную встречу обыграют сценаристы, тут ебейший потенциал для чего-то красивого-трагичного-эмоционального-судьбоносного-закономерного накидала слов, короче, просто постарайтесь выкупить общий вайб.
Фанфики с участием: "Скарамучча/ОЖП"
На выдохе прошептала я и погрузилась в сон. Ну что ж, я дам тебе шанс изменить историю. Ты готова? Это же натуральный чужой голос! Это не мой которым я песенки про себя на экзамене пою! Изменить историю? Последние пять лет готовилась! Фикбук с каноном вдоль и поперек излазила! Просыпайся на поезд опоздаешь! Услышав незнакомый мужской голос я подорвалась и села на кровати в позу лотоса. Огляделась и поняла, что я попала.
В прямом смысле. Похоже я Северус и в спальне Слизерина. Зашибись вышла замуж за Севочку, а я же уже губу раскатала касательно двух сыновей и доченьки, что будет с такими же черными глазками как у него. А тут? Сама просила, нехрен жаловаться! Главное не спалиться! Быстро встав я пошла в душ, отчего-то я знала где он. Через пять минут я уже одевалась и проверяла собранные вещи. Была одна странность, в том, что о чем меня не спроси я все расскажу. Например, о чем этот учебник?
И я могу дословно процитировать его при этом показывая на практике. Может это подарок в качестве знаний и умений Северуса? Хм, спасибо. Через двадцать минут я уже сидела в купе вместе с какими-то парнями. Вернее я их конечно помню, но от этого понятней не становилось. Рядом разместился Мальсибер и чего-то вещал о Темном Лорде. Вещай, пророк! Только я к Волде не пойду! Плавали знаем… напротив сидел Регулус Блэк и читал. Что-то темное читал и лыбился как идиот, ну ладно нам его не лечить.
Рядом с Регом был Эйвери. Этот высокий блондин с голубыми глазами строил глазки…. Мда… Не спорю мальчик симпатичный, но не в моем вкусе, мне брюнеты как-то ближе. От скуки я открыла учебник за пятый курс, который мы собственно с успехом завершили. Результаты СОВ придут в июне. В этом году Северус, то бишь я, поссорился с Лили. Ну и хрен с ней.
Or worse? Was there a sickness going around? What was going on? Your son struggles to keep up as you practically start running for home. He laughs, thinking it a game, and your heart pounds in your chest. But when you turn the corner, your home is very much not as normal as ever. Outside your home are two men in get-ups that have caused their own whispered murmurs through the village before. Late night gossip sessions in hushed tones, as people talk of this traveler and that traveler who brought news from the wider world Fatui. They must be. But why? Why here, in your village, in your home? As you approach your home, your son now clinging to your dress, having noticed the strangers and finally taken in your rapidly anxious mood, you see your husband walk out of the doorway, flanked by two more men. His face is so pale that your immediate thought is that there was an illness in the village, after all. Perhaps something dreadful and contagious, and those men were sent here to contain it. But the closer you get, the closer you see the expression on his face. Or holding the knife? You stop within a respectable distance. A safe distance. A distance that, you think, is far enough away to push your son to safety should it come to that. One of the men takes a step forward. Maybe you can talk your way out of this—whatever this is. A misunderstanding, surely. What on Earth could you have to do with anything bigger than your village, your home, your family life? The man looks at his companion and they nod in unison. The sight makes your fingers clench tighter around your basket. Respectable, but questioning. What have we done? Instinct that makes your other hand go to his head, to the softness of his hair. To feel it and recognize it and compare its fullness to the thin downy wisps on his head when he was born. Your husband is crying. They have weapons. They have power. The masked man practically growls at the wait. Instincts are not always smart one. Instincts sometimes need to be squashed. You smile. It hurts, and your lips tremble, but you smile. Your back aches when you stand back up. The hollow, horrified look in his eyes does nothing to soften your own fear. Instead, they make you walk, marching on, ignoring the questions that occasionally leave your lips. Where are you taking me? What have I done? When you stumble, the grip on your arm tightens. You ignore him, refusing to answer, pettiness stabbing at your heart. Let him think what he wants. By the time you reach what your aching legs hope is your destination, your anxiety has forcibly abated. What would the Fatui want with you? And would the person who ordered this kidnapping be willing to listen to reason? The tent itself is an ornate red monstrosity, and you wonder at such a waste.
His being seemed to activate your instincts. Eyes scattering to every corner, looking at the build-up of frost on the windows. He scoffed and snatched your vision. You felt helpless, naked. A dendro vision would have been more to your taste as someone who worked at Bubu Pharmacy before, but as the snow and hoarfrost murmur, the Tsaritsa gives cryo visions to people who shoulder the grievances of the world. He threw your vision back at you. Humiliation ate you as you fumbled to catch it. But you wished you did because he left once again. You felt empty without him. Those violet eyes first bore into you in the land of geo. A serene and balmy day it was, you were urgently called to tend to those who were hypnotized by slumber after touching mysterious meteorites. On the way to Wangshu Inn, you met a handsome man dressed in black attire. He claimed to be a vagrant from Inazuma. The way his eyes softened as you examined the victims. The way he desired to help you seek answers. The way his small smile seemed to grow when he was gazing at you. He was saccharine. You loved the way his veils swayed, how his tassels and chains were like a melodious chime in the delicate breeze. But like lightning, he was gone in a moment; you were convinced he was naught but a dream, a vision, a mirage. The thought of the gods sending you a prince flashed through your mind for a second. You could recall picking wild glaze lilies in Dihua Marsh in order to restock incense at the pharmacy. You remember singing to them to ease their frail hearts, but near the glistening shallow water, you spotted a red flower. How odd, you thought. It was a stunning Dendrobium, yet those grew only in Inazuma. Perhaps it is starting to become an invasive species? You hummed.
How do they deal with attempted escape? Given his position, he can easily persuade anyone to let him bring you with him to whatever work he has to do. He keeps you collared and tethered to the desk, most of the time. Most of said guards value their lives and know the man well enough to know they had better keep a very good eye on you. How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate? But I mean, really, the question is more… is it really worth the risk? Lying or any kind of deception is a very severe offense on his internal ranking. He actually gets mad if you try that sort of thing. Any exchange like that, you see, gives you a semblance of some sort of power, which is unacceptable. Why give you an inch of your way when he can just brutalize his way into getting you to do whatever he wants? How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied? Books, paper and pencils, anything that works if you give him some peace and quiet. As far as roaming, though, absolutely not. Really, he gets upset even if you move around the room too much, prefers you stay still. What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use? Rules are simple actually, because a simple rule encompasses a lot. Stay within his sight at all times. Most importantly. Expect a lot of simple beatings — slapped in the face, some hair pulled out, a combination of both is common, where he just grabs you by the hair and smacks you around. Spits in your face. Chokes you on the collar, chokes you with his hand until you black out. As aforementioned, escape attempts are a high-ranking offense, but not quite worth severely broken bones to him. However, this changes if they become repetitive. However, the actual worst offense is trying to harm him or yourself. This might also get a wrist or fingers broken, to prevent you from hurting yourself. But if this happens again, he decides to do something a little more… permanent. Oh, and probably the most physically traumatic experience of your life, that aspect will help it sink in. In fact, you get the choice. He thinks something like that would look so nice etched out on your skin. What kind of design do you want? Do you want it on your front or your back? Left side or right? Chest, shoulders, hips? Carving into you like a piece of meat. It could be his name, or a design, maybe. He could write it down your thigh. Across your stomach. On your chest. Speaking of not going to deep, notably, he will never actually do anything that puts your life at risk, or impacts your… health? How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way? Because by now anyone should know better. And to be fair, he might actually be wrong. He will, simply, kill them. He feigns irritation at best, rolls his eyes, but inside it actually sets him off like nothing else. Eats him alive inside. To his face? Still, this is one of those times he wishes for it. Gets childishly pouty to anyone else interacting with him, in a bad mood all day because how dare you have someone else you care about. He wants you to show that kind of concern for him. It warms your heart. Maybe he has, you know, the capacity for empathy after all. A gift, in a box and everything.
Она в моём ДНК (по фэндому "сказочный патруль")
Не прочитанной осталась лишь информация про клан Кудзё, так что она почти гордилась собой. Хотя и чувствовала, что голова из-за постоянного чтения очень-очень тяжёлая. Во всяком случае, сейчас. Айла, к своему стыду, вынуждена была признать, что пока он к ней не обратился, не заметила даже, что в комнату кто-то вошёл — причём, вошёл не только Аято, но и слуга, судя по всему, поскольку чайника и сладостей на столе раньше не было. Может, охрана в поместье была не такой уж и плохой идеей, учитывая, что она даже слуг не замечает, задумавшись?.. Или дело просто в том, что некоторые слуги ходят, как чёртовы ниндзя?
Порой случалось и то, что мужчина, влюбившись, женился на понравившейся девушке, если её родители не были против. Аяка сама выберет себе мужа, и, я надеюсь, не будет руководствоваться долгом перед кланом. Во всяком случае, я сделаю для этого всё, что смогу. Я хочу, чтобы моя сестра была счастлива. Судьба, в которой она положит всю жизнь на алтарь нашей семьи, не для неё.
Нашему клану достаточно будет и меня. Клан Камисато не нуждается в дополнительной поддержке, и ей нет нужды вступать в брак по расчёту. Она ведь знает, что может сама выбрать себе мужа? Я не хочу, чтобы моя младшая сестра чувствовала себя виноватой. Айла поблагодарила себя за предусмотрительность — неприятная была бы ситуация, скажи она Аяке правду.
Если же я буду уделять тебе время на регулярной основе, а также дарить подарки… Не думаю, что у неё возникнет хоть одна мысль о том, что мы могли ей солгать.
The people there have always tried to stay out of everything, to stay out of wars and politics and all those things engineered by those above and suffered by those below. Your life is not the dreary greyness you once dreaded when you were younger. Your child is not some greedy leeching thing that steals your dreams. Your friends are not empty gossips who care for nothing but the next bit of intimate news. But, your life is not exactly the dream you once imagined with him, either.
A life of travels and sights and new things, a life of adventure, of nights under the stars, of secrets and whispers, forever and always. You never forgot Kunikuzushi. So you always have, keeping him tucked inside. Something you pulled out now and then to look at, remembering fondly more often than not. A secret only you remember. And his once-outlier wife integrating nicely into the village and all of its spoken and unspoken rules, a slightly feral cat who accepted staying indoors after a time, was one of them.
You no longer dreamed about a wild life, free of village roads and market fish. But you did dream about Kunikuzushi. Because Kunikuzushi is a secret, you can pull him out whenever you wish. When your husband is too tired from laboring to stay up at night talking, under the stars or otherwise. When you look out over the hills of your village and ache to travel, ache to see. Perhaps one day, when your son is grown and no longer reliant on you, you might be able to convince your husband to travel.
Maybe so. Today is not a day for daydreaming about traveling the world. Today is a day filled with responsibilities. But you do. The sight makes your feet speed up, primal instincts kicking in. No one looked at you like that, no one whispered to themselves, unless something happened.
Did your husband hurt himself? Or worse? Was there a sickness going around? What was going on? Your son struggles to keep up as you practically start running for home. He laughs, thinking it a game, and your heart pounds in your chest.
But when you turn the corner, your home is very much not as normal as ever. Outside your home are two men in get-ups that have caused their own whispered murmurs through the village before. Late night gossip sessions in hushed tones, as people talk of this traveler and that traveler who brought news from the wider world Fatui. They must be. But why? Why here, in your village, in your home?
As you approach your home, your son now clinging to your dress, having noticed the strangers and finally taken in your rapidly anxious mood, you see your husband walk out of the doorway, flanked by two more men. His face is so pale that your immediate thought is that there was an illness in the village, after all. Perhaps something dreadful and contagious, and those men were sent here to contain it. But the closer you get, the closer you see the expression on his face. Or holding the knife? You stop within a respectable distance.
A safe distance. A distance that, you think, is far enough away to push your son to safety should it come to that. One of the men takes a step forward. Maybe you can talk your way out of this—whatever this is. A misunderstanding, surely. What on Earth could you have to do with anything bigger than your village, your home, your family life?
The man looks at his companion and they nod in unison. The sight makes your fingers clench tighter around your basket.
Раздался первый раскат грома, вспышкой озаривший небеса. От ранее приносящего нежность взгляда не осталось ничего. Никакой либо тени эмоций. Если бы он узнал раньше, то никогда бы не допустил такого исхода... Но не смотря на это, он прекрасно понимает его поступок.
How quickly will they do so? In fact, he already had some other underlings go to your residence and move some of your things. If you should resist, well, you know your family information is on your employment records, right? Would be such a shame if anything happened to them. Thankfully, there is a useful alternative. You come willingly. Sure, he might… feel the urge to, but again, he has an image to maintain, you know. Going to fetch his new pet is a task delegated to underlings. If you showed up with bruises or cuts, who knows what could happen to them if they marred and defiled his toy with their disgusting hands. Maybe you can talk him out of it, and save both of you! Because, well, how could you forget him? Maybe interrogation? He feigns apathy. An annoyance. Whichever word you like best. You protest? Sound good? Then why bother saying anything? You should have known that was the alternative. So… have fun. How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? Given his position, he can easily persuade anyone to let him bring you with him to whatever work he has to do. He keeps you collared and tethered to the desk, most of the time. Most of said guards value their lives and know the man well enough to know they had better keep a very good eye on you. How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate? But I mean, really, the question is more… is it really worth the risk? Lying or any kind of deception is a very severe offense on his internal ranking. He actually gets mad if you try that sort of thing. Any exchange like that, you see, gives you a semblance of some sort of power, which is unacceptable. Why give you an inch of your way when he can just brutalize his way into getting you to do whatever he wants? How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied? Books, paper and pencils, anything that works if you give him some peace and quiet. As far as roaming, though, absolutely not. Really, he gets upset even if you move around the room too much, prefers you stay still. What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use? Rules are simple actually, because a simple rule encompasses a lot. Stay within his sight at all times. Most importantly. Expect a lot of simple beatings — slapped in the face, some hair pulled out, a combination of both is common, where he just grabs you by the hair and smacks you around. Spits in your face. Chokes you on the collar, chokes you with his hand until you black out. As aforementioned, escape attempts are a high-ranking offense, but not quite worth severely broken bones to him. However, this changes if they become repetitive. However, the actual worst offense is trying to harm him or yourself. This might also get a wrist or fingers broken, to prevent you from hurting yourself. But if this happens again, he decides to do something a little more… permanent. Oh, and probably the most physically traumatic experience of your life, that aspect will help it sink in. In fact, you get the choice. He thinks something like that would look so nice etched out on your skin. What kind of design do you want? Do you want it on your front or your back? Left side or right?
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Мона и Скарамучча
Автор: Найтари Фандом: Genshin Impact Персонажи: Скарамучча, Итэр, Нахида, Паймон, ОЖП!Зефир Рейтинг: PG-13 Жанры: AU, Флафф Размер: 58 Кб Статус: Закончен. Смотрите видео онлайн «Почему шипперят Кадзуху и Скарамуччу? Your AI Girlfriend.
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Lyney Геншин. Скарамучча Сплешарт. Скарамучча кацсцена. Скарамуччо маска дель арте. Чайльд и Скарамучча. Вентит Геншин.
Дакимакура Венти. Венти Геншин Архонт. Genshin Impact Венти r63. Геншин Импакт Мона и Скарамучча. Скарамона Геншин Импакт.
Скамаруча Геншин. Скарамучча и Сяо. Сяо и Скарамучча шип 18. Сяо Геншин 18. Дотторе Генгин.
Доктор Дотторе Геншин. Дотторе и Скарамучча Геншин. Скарамучча и люмин. Люмин и Тарталья. Люмин и Тарталья Манга.
Ковьелло комедия дель арте. Ковьелло маска дель арте. Ковьелло Геншин. Скарамуча Геншин. Скамаруш Геншин.
Геншин Импакт Скарамуча. Саракамучча Геншин. Скарамучча портрет. Скарамучча театр. Скарамучча внешность.
Сувенирные венецианские маски. Мона Геншин горничная. Скарамучча Геншин горничная. Скарамучча и Мона 18. Кодзуэ Геншин.
Genshin Impact Scaramouche x Mona. Комедия дель арте Капитан маска. Скарамучча и Сегун. Дель арте персонажи Скарамучча. Сяо и итер Геншин.
Сяо и итер 18. Сяо и итер Геншин 18. Маска Баута Steampunk Техно. Металлическая маска Steampunk. Люстра в стиле стимпанк.
Сёгун Райден Геншин. Райден и Скарамучча Геншин. Скарамучча и Баал Геншин. Скарачума Геншин. Скарамучча баннер.
Скарамучча во весь рост.
Встречи удалось избежать, однако этим же вечером её навестил Аято и высказал осторожное беспокойство по поводу её затворничества. Итак, он решил, что она не покидает свою комнату, поскольку страдает от паранойи.
Она решила, что стоит откладывать в сторону то, что уже прочла, чтобы не избежать путаницы. Не прочитанной осталась лишь информация про клан Кудзё, так что она почти гордилась собой. Хотя и чувствовала, что голова из-за постоянного чтения очень-очень тяжёлая.
Во всяком случае, сейчас. Айла, к своему стыду, вынуждена была признать, что пока он к ней не обратился, не заметила даже, что в комнату кто-то вошёл — причём, вошёл не только Аято, но и слуга, судя по всему, поскольку чайника и сладостей на столе раньше не было. Может, охрана в поместье была не такой уж и плохой идеей, учитывая, что она даже слуг не замечает, задумавшись?..
Или дело просто в том, что некоторые слуги ходят, как чёртовы ниндзя? Порой случалось и то, что мужчина, влюбившись, женился на понравившейся девушке, если её родители не были против. Аяка сама выберет себе мужа, и, я надеюсь, не будет руководствоваться долгом перед кланом.
Во всяком случае, я сделаю для этого всё, что смогу. Я хочу, чтобы моя сестра была счастлива. Судьба, в которой она положит всю жизнь на алтарь нашей семьи, не для неё.
Нашему клану достаточно будет и меня. Клан Камисато не нуждается в дополнительной поддержке, и ей нет нужды вступать в брак по расчёту. Она ведь знает, что может сама выбрать себе мужа?
Геншин Импакт мемы. Геншин мемы. Венти Геншин Импакт мемы. Упоротый Genshin Impact. Сяо Венти Джун ли. Хентайлиб Геншин.
Дилювен Геншин. Венти Геншин Импакт яой. Venti Геншин. Аниме Венти Геншин. Сяо и Венти Геншин. Guizhong Геншин.
Гуй Джун. Zhongli and Guizhong. Гуй Чжун Геншин Импакт. Венти и люмин Геншин. Люмин и Венти Геншин Импакт арт. Венти и синьора Геншин Импакт.
Венти комиксы Genshin Impact. Kokomi Геншин. Венти и Барбара Геншин. Венти и Барбара арт Геншин Импакт. Дилюк и Тарталья. Геншин Импакт Мем.
Сяо и итер Геншин. Итер и Венти Геншин Импакт. Тарталья Дилюк и Кэйа. Люмин сзади Геншин Импакт. Али и Нино арты. Али и Нино арты 18.
Дилюк и Кэйа фанфики. Али и Нино арты любовь. Джун ли Геншин Импакт мемы. Вентис Геншин. Nameless Bard Геншин. Геншин Импакт Юри.
Кадзуха Геншин. Ян Фэй Геншин Импакт. Геншин Сара Юри. Сяо Геншин арт 18. Геншин Юри Kiss. Лиза и Венти Геншин арт.
Chiscara Genshin. Tartamouche, Tartaglia, Scaramouche. Скарамучча и Дубина. Скарамучча и Дубина переговоров фулл. Kaeya Геншин. Diluc and Kaeya.
Дилюк жожо Геншин. Баал Геншин. Дотторе фатуи. Дотторе и Скарамуш. Касуми Геншин. Genshin Impact persona 5.
Genshin persona 5. Геншин Импакт Сяо и Венти. Сяо и Венти Геншин арты. Дилюк и Сяо. Сяо и Венти шип 18. Редизайн Скарамуччи анемо.
Новый анемо Архонт фанфик. Дизайн анемо Скарамуччи. Венти Архонт обои. Дотторе Геншин Импакт доктор. Дотторе Геншин арт. Сяо и Казуха.
Ян фей Геншин. Геншин Импакт genderswap. Росария Геншин.
Like you were nothing. But the years have passed, and you moved on. Day by day, the pain lessened. Day by day, you forgot about those long nights under the stars, talking about your dreams.
You forgot about chasing your dreams down the long dirt paths and met someone—not the butcher your parents envisioned, but someone just as safe, just as normal. Together, you moved closer into the village, so that your future children would have playmates nearby, so that you could gossip with the other women, so that your husband could drink with the other men. Your village is tucked away and safe. The people there have always tried to stay out of everything, to stay out of wars and politics and all those things engineered by those above and suffered by those below. Your life is not the dreary greyness you once dreaded when you were younger. Your child is not some greedy leeching thing that steals your dreams. Your friends are not empty gossips who care for nothing but the next bit of intimate news.
But, your life is not exactly the dream you once imagined with him, either. A life of travels and sights and new things, a life of adventure, of nights under the stars, of secrets and whispers, forever and always. You never forgot Kunikuzushi. So you always have, keeping him tucked inside. Something you pulled out now and then to look at, remembering fondly more often than not. A secret only you remember. And his once-outlier wife integrating nicely into the village and all of its spoken and unspoken rules, a slightly feral cat who accepted staying indoors after a time, was one of them.
You no longer dreamed about a wild life, free of village roads and market fish. But you did dream about Kunikuzushi. Because Kunikuzushi is a secret, you can pull him out whenever you wish. When your husband is too tired from laboring to stay up at night talking, under the stars or otherwise. When you look out over the hills of your village and ache to travel, ache to see. Perhaps one day, when your son is grown and no longer reliant on you, you might be able to convince your husband to travel. Maybe so.
Today is not a day for daydreaming about traveling the world. Today is a day filled with responsibilities. But you do. The sight makes your feet speed up, primal instincts kicking in. No one looked at you like that, no one whispered to themselves, unless something happened. Did your husband hurt himself? Or worse?
Was there a sickness going around? What was going on? Your son struggles to keep up as you practically start running for home. He laughs, thinking it a game, and your heart pounds in your chest. But when you turn the corner, your home is very much not as normal as ever. Outside your home are two men in get-ups that have caused their own whispered murmurs through the village before. Late night gossip sessions in hushed tones, as people talk of this traveler and that traveler who brought news from the wider world Fatui.
They must be. But why? Why here, in your village, in your home? As you approach your home, your son now clinging to your dress, having noticed the strangers and finally taken in your rapidly anxious mood, you see your husband walk out of the doorway, flanked by two more men. His face is so pale that your immediate thought is that there was an illness in the village, after all. Perhaps something dreadful and contagious, and those men were sent here to contain it. But the closer you get, the closer you see the expression on his face.
Or holding the knife? You stop within a respectable distance. A safe distance.