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[edgeray]

WHERE HAVE THEY BEEN HIDING YOUUUU??? I LOVE YOUR WRITING, I READ THE DRAGON ARLE ONE ITS SO CUTE WHAT DO I EVEN DO WITH MYSELF :(

I've been here all this time, Anon. 😫 My motivation to write has been shot dead so I'm so sorry that you haven't been seeing me in the tags as of recently 😔. I'm so glad that you enjoyed the Dragon Arle series and thank you for loving my writing!! Although I do have a lot of requests with how the series should continue, but none of them has felt right to me in how the series should continue. The dragon arle series is my most popular series and I do want to give the story and worldbuilding justice that some of the requests for future parts do not have. I do really hope to continue but as of right now, I've yet found the right idea to scratch the right itch to continue Dragon Arle. I can't say for sure if I'll ever get back into the pace of writing I did last summer, but please bear with me. My axolotl brain is trying its best, but a lot has been happening this summer for me 😔.

[edgeray]

To the two anons who recently sent me requests (today/yesterday), thank you for sending them to me. However, I'll have to turn them down because the requests do not follow my rules regarding requests. I do not write for such a sensitive topic, and I want to make my blog as safe and non-triggering as possible. Secondly, I have explicitly stated that I do not take nsfw requests in my rules. There are many other nsfw blogs on Tumblr that will happily write your request for you, so I would redirect you to them. Before requesting, please read my rules.

[edgeray]

You should write arle fluff with like pregnant reader

Between Heartbeats

Arlecchino x AFAB! Reader

A/N - This is really short, apologies. Motivation has been buried a long time ago. In any case, I hope you still enjoy this one. I couldn't decide the baby's gender, so the two also don't know (and aren't planning to until birth). Therefore, the baby will be referred to with gender-neutral terms! (Hence the they/them). CW / info - fluff, a little suggestive, 1.1k words

Arlecchino’s peak of her life came in the form of two lines. Perhaps she should have expected it weeks before when the test actually came, with your frequent vomiting, nausea, and you were ever so slightly more snappy. Or perhaps she should have noticed the growing eyebags or how your body seemed to be more exhausted at the end of the day than usual. In any case, for all of the Knave’s attentiveness and calculations and being the head of a children reconnaissance organization, she really should have known weeks earlier. Nonetheless, this is the one surprise she will accept, even if it does disrupt future plans. 

“I think I’m pregnant,” you whisper, a sacred confession to the two of you in the shared sanctuary of your bedroom. Arlecchino paused her unclasping of her coat, having just returned from Snezhnaya for yet another Harbinger meeting when she heard it. Cliche as it may be, Arlecchino’s world did truly halt for a moment, the revelation altering something inside of her when she fully processed your words. For once, the charming Snezhayan diplomat, always with a silver tongue, was rendered speechless. You always seemed to have those strange effects on her. 

Her lips parted but no noise came out, just an anxious silence caused by the malfunction of her mind. The Harbinger truly seemed shaken by your words, but before a seed of doubt could plant itself inside you she scrambles to your side. Crouching before you on her knees while you sat on the edge of the bed, she gazed up at you, crimson crosses full of unwavering devotion. A cursed hand reaches for you, interlocking your fingers. 

“Do you want this?” She questions, with all the tenderness someone like her shouldn’t have. You smiled warmly. She was ever the gentleman, always putting your desires before her, but you knew that she wanted this just as much as you did–maybe even more. Although the two of you talked about having children, there were cautions and considerations to note, and for that, there was no rush for the two of you to procreate. But here, when she is looking at you as if you are her world (you are), all those troubles fade away so easily. It has never been easier to answer. 

“Yes.” 

Arlecchino lunges, tackling you to the bed and landing on top of you as she peppers your face with kisses. This may be the closest thing to being giddy for Arlecchino. When she pulls away, your face smothered in her lipstick marks, she chuckles at the sight. Laying her head on your chest, she rests on top of you. Maybe she could hear both yours and her child’s beating hearts then. 

“I want this too,” she whispers back into your skin. And what else was there to talk about? 

— 

“You should be sleeping on your side,” your husband chides gently, not so gently pulling you to lay properly with her crimson wing. Standing beside the bed, she leans over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and you curl closer to the pillow, hugging it to your chest. You squeeze your eyes tighter to see if you can salvage any amount of drowsiness for sleep, but ultimately it’s futile. 

Outside of your peripheral vision, the Knave scowls towards the pillow, her hands itching to replace the item. Although she knew everything would be worth it in the end, truly one of the worst things about pregnancy is not being able to lay right beside you. What an utter outrage. How else is she supposed to appreciate her partner’s body? That pillow is going to be shredded the moment her baby is delivered… or perhaps she should save it for… future uses. 

“Good morning to you. I’m already awake,” you yawn, stretching as best as you could. 

“Good morning. You should sleep more, especially after… last night’s activities,” Arlecchino whispers lowly into your ear, a light huff coming from her when you shiver.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself,” you quip back, playfulness to your voice. 

“From how quickly you fell asleep, it certainly does reassure me of my abilities. A husband should be able to treat her partner well in all aspects. Pleasure included.” 

“Mmm, how lucky I am to have such a good husband, huh?”

“How fortunate indeed,” Arlecchino replies with a smug smile. She sits at the edge of the bed next to you, one of her hands slowly makes its way to your swollen belly, stroking gentle patterns over it and tracing stretch marks, fondness felt underneath each fingertip. Some minutes pass by in silence, taking in the sun’s rays that peak through the blinds of the window and each other’s presences. The little moments of bliss the two of you find in the chaos of this world. There’s not a word exchanged between each other, but it has long gone past the point of vocalizing one another’s affections. Arlecchino is already there, held between each heartbeat of yours. Neither of you have any intention of rising from the bed, to break this undisturbed peace. 

But of course, nausea settles inside you to ruin the moment. “I need to use the bathroom.”

Arlecchino immediately helps you turn to the side to reach the edge of the bed. Effortlessly, she sweeps you off of your feet using her cursed strength to lift you comfortably bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. She pulls back your hair back while you’re hunched over the toilet, your morning sickness coming and passing through. 

“How’s the baby?” She questions, handing you a glass of water once you’re done. You place a hand over your belly, smiling faintly when you feel a bit of movement. 

“Active. Feels like they want to come out already with how much they kick,” you chuckled.

“Mmh, but we still have several more weeks.” Arlecchino kisses your forehead and leans forward to place a hand over yours. “Just a little longer, and they will be here. Our precious. I pray to the Archons that they have your likeness.” 

You giggled. “I hope they’re a mini you, Arle. I’ve always wanted to see what you looked like when you were younger.” 

She sends you a gentle smile, all the warmth of a hearth in her eyes. Arlecchino presses a kiss against your lips, holding you closer. Regardless of whose eyes the child will have or their color of hair, she knows the two of you hold this same sentiment: “They’ll be perfect.”

You hummed in agreement, basking in her embrace. Gradually, Arlecchino pulls away, but not before giving you another kiss. “I’ll have to do some work outside. The children can provide you company in my place. Is there anything you require currently?” 

You sighed, already missing her with the thought of her absence. “Can you get me some of the pastries again? The ones you bought last time?”

“I already had the twins pick them up. The chocolate dipped ones, yes?” 

Your eyes practically gleam with astonishment. “Marry me?” 

“Well… there is a curious diamond ring already on your finger, isn’t there?” 

“Archons, I love you so much.”

[edgeray]

I don’t know you, but from what I’ve seen you seem really sweet, I hope your day is going well!💕

Aw ty, I hope your day is going well too, anon!

[edgeray]

Yall ik you guys want continuations on a lot of my series but it is so hard to bring myself to sit down and continue writing them. I need new ideas.

There are so many requests sitting in my inbox but none of them itch my brain right 😭 where are my anons from last summer, flood my inbox with your guys' silly aus and ideas please. I'm not dead, I promise.

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For reference, Courting a Lie.

OMG, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS THIS IS SO GOOD I'M GONNA EXPLODE INTO PIECES 🥹🥹🥹 THIS IS SO CUTE AND BEAUTIFUL AHHHHHHH

Your OC's dress is so pretty and I love Arlecchino's design. The lighting and mood is ethereal. (I'm not much of an art person, so I don't know how else to describe this 😅😊)

I'm so excited to see your future works!!! Thank you so much for this amazing piece of art!! If you are looking for more inspiration, I have more of my works on here (Tumblr), rather than AO3.

Hi! @edgeray I'm the little person on Ao3 who said they would draw things inspired by your writing. I decided to start with... Courting a Lie 👀

I'll draw more, of course, I want to draw dragons and pirates!

And the girl is my Oc... But, I think she remains mysterious.

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anon who brought up Sky here! it’s basically a spin on those theory accounts that can be found every so often-the people who publish stuff like Vision theories or nation lore instead of various memes or combat guides-except with a slight spin on it. so kinda like a fanbase? you might be able to find a theory on Arle’s age posted specifically on her birthday with a link to her birthday stream, maybe one that pops up right after You Make Me Hard As Bedrock with several (mildly invasive) theories about the relationship between the two of them…

but let’s say during Arle’s next stream, the chat has calmed down for a brief moment, then a notif pops up: ‘Follower Sky.is.Blue has entered the chat!’ and the chat figures out who it is very quickly, considering that there was a post from them not too long ago that was pretty popular.

if you want, i could send a few dialogues of things they might say every so often?

also, is it okay if i’m Sky anon?

Hi sky anon! Yes, I would prefer if you can message me some dialogues/ideas (if you are comfortable with that) in order for me to better see what I can do with this character. And yes, you can be sky anon! Sorry for the late reply.

[edgeray]

umm… hi?

your work is incredibly appreciated. there aren’t many sfw blogs on tumblr, and you’ve got the best of the best.

earlier, you mentioned that you wanted suggestions for some of the streamer names? somehow, Scara popping in anonymously but not actually turning on anon would be kind of amusing, especially if his user was something like ScaraMEOW, fandango.kid, or even pizza hut after someone (probably childe) changed it without his permission… also, maybe DeathlyWalnut would be good for Hu Tao?

but imagine if Arle could see those in her stream but not in the chat-basically the shy people/lurkers.

user: “Sky.is.Blue” . known for various theory posts on social media, including ones that occasionally dive into mildly personal aspects of popular MC streamers, including Arle, and has a post sitting in their drafts analysing her potential age compared to her stream history and relationship with the reader… Sky doesn’t talk much unless they’re infodumping into a post, and they don’t use the chat unless someone tags them. even then, responses are a combo of punctuation marks, yes/no/maybe, and the occasional Hu Tao emoji.

Hi anon!!! Thank you sm, I'm so glad you have enjoyed my blog, and I'm assuming my streamer au fic. I'm considering making other genshin characters canon in my Streamer AU for future parts, so Scara or Hu Tao may be added. And I love the usernames you came up for both of them! Childe is probably the most likely to be canon.

I think "Sky.is.Blue" is a really great idea for someone apart of Arle's and Reader's fanbase, and I would love to incorporate it! I'm not really sure however how to write Sky.is.Blue in, could you maybe give me a few more details? I've just never heard of or seen channels/accounts post theories on content creators' and their personal lives. It would be hard to write in Sky.is.Blue if they do not talk in chat or have any previous posted content about Arle and Reader. Can you give me some ideas of potential content Sky.is.Blue would post related to Arle and Reader? I'll see if it can incorporated!

[edgeray]

YOU MAKE ME AS HARD AS BEDROCK!

Streamer AU | Arlecchino x GN! Reader

2.4k words of silly idiots flirting over Minecraft on stream

I'm posting the link here because Tumblr won't allow the original post to show up in tags (I don't know why I've tried everything), but please give my post some love since Tumblr decided not to.

[edgeray]

Completely forgot I had the ability to reblog, but everybody read this omg, I love enemies to lovers arle x reader

By popular demand... (Me)

★★★★★

It's a late night for you. Work from your superiors has been piling up on your desk for the last week and you know better than to let them go unfinished any longer. Nothing you can't do, just transcribing notes from your field work.

It's the tedium that eats at you.

You pick up one of your notebooks and leaf through it again, frustration edging into your movements. Your notes on this so-called "House" were extensive, detailed, perfect. But they aren't enough. You need more. The book falls back to the table, open to an empty page containing your final thread that you can't seem to fucking unravel: "Father".

Who was the "Father" of the "House?" A person? A title? Nobody seemed to know, or if they did they didn't have the guts to tell you. The final piece to unraveling the criminal case of the century, and it's someone's pseudo-father figure.

A sigh leaves your lips and you return your pen to the paper, before a knock at the office door pulls your attention. It's loud, sharp, and unmistakable. Your frown deepens.

"At this hour? Did someone leave their keys?"

You rise to your feet slowly, your hand coming to rest on the knife holstered in your belt. Step by step, inch by inch, you approach the door. It's silent now, almost as if there was no knocking to begin with, but you can't dismiss it.

"Our location isn't public, there shouldn't be any civilians here..."

Your hand comes to rest on the handle and, before you can crack it open, a voice speaks from behind you.

"Evening."

Your heart leaps into your throat and you turn towards the sound, knife brandished. At your desk stands a figure, slightly hidden by the dim lighting of the room. Their back is to you, but you can see hands leafing through the documents on your desk before picking one up. Your notes on the House of the Hearth.

You know you should challenge them, question them, possibly even threaten them. But as soon as your mouth opens, before you can even step forwards towards the shadowy silhouette, they turn.

The figure at your desk was a woman, clad in a white, exquisitely pressed, men's tailored suit with silvery-red details and embellishments running up and down the fabric. Her hands were long, elegant, and lethal, like gloved claws. Her hair was a cold grey with shocks of black running through, chopped erratically and pulled back into a ponytail.

But all of this came second to her face. To her eyes. Her eyes were unnatural, piercing red. You'd seen some unusual eye colors before, but the red that you were seeing now felt like it hated you. Those eyes pored over you now, studying you, consuming you, but her face remained a neutral mask.

"Breathe, detective," her voice was a command, low but unmistakable. You had to obey, your chest almost collapsing from the force of your exhale as you let out the breath you'd been holding.

"Who are you?" You spoke, praying to the gods that your voice wouldn't betray your fear. "You shouldn't be here. Not now."

The woman didn't answer immediately, instead looking down to the notebook in hand. You caught a glimpse of the page she'd stopped at. An empty one, with only a single word written at the top. The word that had plagued your mind for countless sleepless nights.

"Father," she read, tracing a single, gloved finger over the ink. "No information? A shame, detective. And when you were getting so close."

"My work is none of your concern," you could feel your hackles raising. This wasn't right, she wasn't right. She wasn't threatening you, but she was dangerous.

"Ah, but it is." Did she have an accent? Fontainian?

"By what merit?"

"Now that, detective, is for you to find out."

"How did you find our location?"

"Secrets are only hidden from the blind and the dumb, detective."

"How did you get in my office?"

"I just answered that question."

"What do you want?"

She seemed to pause at this, not hesitation, moreso in how a predator pauses right before it strikes. Anticipation.

"I have a warning, from a concerned party."

The woman steps forward now, stalking towards you like you were nothing more than a mildly interesting art exhibit. Something to study for a second, and then forget.

Your knife is still brandished, it's wicked blade held firm and outstretched towards her. You don't falter. Neither does she. The tip of metal digs into her jacket, tearing through the fine thread. You can feel it cutting through the vestments underneath before it stops. You can't help but wonder what her skin feels like underneath, would it be soft and warm? Or does her humanity exist only as a facade? Maybe it's as cold as death inside just like on the outside.

She looms over you, those cursed eyes freezing you in place. You're close enough that you can feel the heat from her body, oppressive and harsh and terrible like a raging grease fire. Her cologne smells like myrrh and incense and ash and it swallows you whole. A hand comes to rest on your shoulder, your hand wielding the knife is affixed in place. Her voice is low when she speaks, but it rings clear like it was coming from within your skull.

"There are other issues in this city that better suit you. Do not waste yourself on the House, because it will consume you. You are not its first, you will not be its last."

The hand on your shoulder moves down to your bicep, then your wrist, before finally intertwining with yours. What you had thought to be the glove fabric is actually skin, dark, scarred skin that shoots a bolt of surprise to your chest. You feel her press something between your fingers, the knife clattering to the floor.

With that, the woman steps back, around you, and to the door. You turn to face her, thinking of something, anything else to ask, but she's gone. Between your fingers is a small slip of paper with a note.

"Heed me well, detective. Signed, The Knave."

It smells like her.

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WHY ISN'T THIS APPEARING IN THE TAGS, HELP????

You Make Me As Hard As Bedrock!

Streamer AU | Arlecchino x GN! Reader

A/N - I come back! Sorry for my absence, I was clawing my way out of writer's block and summer depression. I bring you this. Hopefully this makes up for it. This is very crack/fluff oriented (rare fluff sighting on edgeray's account). This is so left field from what I usually write, so apologies if this is bad. This idea comes from this post I made. CW / info - they play minecraft, silly idiots, obviously very out of character, streamer! arlecchino, streamer! reader, dirty jokes, 2.4k words

“Is this thing working? Is the stream up?” Arlecchino mutters under her breath as she taps onto the mic, adjusting her headphones as she switches between her windows on her monitor. 

Magic_catboi:  father is on! Teacatlady: Hello persPenguin: Yes, the mic works.  Foltz6__: hu horrerfilms: helol ughmen: father!!!!! celuere: Daddy???  Magic_cat_boi: _self-insert_?!?! omg horrerfilms: *hello edgeray: YOOOOOO  persPenguin: collab with _self-insert_ ? knavesflames: would.

Arlecchino faintly smiles at the immediate chat messages, eyes scanning over familiar usernames. 

“Thank you persPenguin. Let me pull this up…” The Knave displays the Minecraft title screen, ensuring that the right window is on stream. Once she's checked everything is set up, she faces the camera. 

“This stream, we'll be playing Minecraft with _self-insert_. This is my first stream with them, so be considerate. We will get started once [Name] finishes setting up the server and they call me. In the meantime, how are you guys today?” 

Magic_catboi: oh no. father. not minecraft DilfDigger: my show is on LilacLazernator: hello HauntedMolerat: knave stream?? chat  persPenguin: good :D Magic_cat_boi: go d Conquer_of_Gluesticks: You single handily made me question my sexuality and it has destroyed me can we kiss  ughmen: i thank archon every day that women exist. horrerfilms: fine, hru ShakespeareSock: Good, wbu Teacatlady: How many deaths will father have today place your bets below vv GamerGoose07: collab with _self-insert_ was not on my 2025 bingo enchantdisdick: okay  Magic_catboi: gud HyacinthTeabag: more mc streams hurrah celuere: ughmen, real.  i_came_i_saw_i_failed: Hi dad! If you had a fursona, what would it be? edgeray: was about to study for an exam. nvm, ig persPenguin: father i got an A on my math test GamerGoose07: Teacatlady 10 cloudpawgames: !!!!_self-insert_!!!! capybarasrock: where is Bambi Jr.  Magic_catboi: gamergoose have some faith. 15.  Dadleftforemilk: father, drop a tutorial on how to get your dad to come back  Teacatlady: A spider, obviously @I_came_i_saw_i_failed

Arlecchino stretches in her chair, watching her chat flood with messages. “I am pleased that your day has been pleasant. persPenguin, excellent job. Just as I said, you have nothing to worry about as long as you do your best. If any of you have not eaten today yet, know that I am disappointed. This is your reminder to grab a snack, as the stream won’t start for a few minutes.” 

celuere: step on me

Ignoring that, Arlecchino scrolls back up her chat. “Bambi Jr.? She is doing just fine. Let me go get her.” Arlecchino rises from her chair and removes her bunny-eared headset, walking off camera to the right. She returns, a juvenile tarantula wandering over her tattooed arms. 

Worstchestersauce: teacatlady that’s not very skibidi!!!! >:(((( capybarasrock: bambi!!  i_do_myth: late, but i am here! hi father!! cloudpawgames: What type of spider is she again? horrerfilms: tell bambi i said hi Jean_notJohn: hello Dadleftforemilk: father, will you be my dad Magic_catboi: look at hwo good bambi jr. is. very mindful, very demure Worstchestersauce: teacatlady. seven HyacinthTeabag: we love bambi jr we say in unison  Dadleftforemilk: pls 

The streamer smiles, letting the spider crawl onto her palm, standing patiently as if posing for the viewers. “Today has been going well for me. Yes, hello to the people still joining in. I went to the gym earlier this morning, had a good session, and ordered my favorite takeout afterwards. Very relaxed weekend today. I am excited for the stream, [Name] and I have played Minecraft a couple of times in the last few weeks, but this is the first time we’ll be streaming.”   

She pauses at one of the latest messages. “What is demure?”

Unsurprisingly, it is another slang term that has cropped up. New internet lingo crops up like weeds, she thinks, and once more, everyone is calling her a boomer. A donation message comes through, and Arlecchino reads it outloud.

“LilacLazernator, thank you for the donation. ‘Day 193892 of asking you to call chat your little pog…champ?’” Arlecchino sounds out the last word. Vaguely, she recalls the term–was this not used during the earlier years of Covid? She continues the rest of the donation. “‘(please I need the validation).’ How do you all feel about this?”

Magic_catboi: YAS father!1!!11! HyacinthTeabag: call us your little pogchamp GamerGoose07: do it do it do it Teacatlady: Say it

Arlecchino pinches the bridge of her nose with her free hand, letting Bambi Jr. crawl over her lap for a little bit. Sighing, she stares deadpanned at the camera. She opens her lips, but purses them the next moment, another sigh emerging from her. 

“How are we feeling today… my little pogchamps?” Could regret ever be more instant? 

 Teacatlady: This is being clipped

The chat has a brief seizure as she picks up Bambi Jr. again, hearing a discord ping message through her headset and she quickly goes off camera to place Bambi Jr. back in her enclosure. 

“Give me one moment, I believe [Name] just messaged me.” 

_self-insert_  ready to go when you are! server is up. you got the server address? knave yes. is your stream set up? we can call? _self-insert_ yes! let me go call you.

The discord call ringtone sounds through, and she accepts the call. 

“Knave! How are you doing today?” your voice sounds through.  

“Good, good. And you?” 

“Great! Are you having any trou–oh, there you are!” 

xKnavex joined the game

Arlecchino’s character spawns in a meadow, trees scarce across a grassy landscape. Pigs and cows graze the land, and a chicken clucks somewhere nearby. The Knave find’s _self-insert_’s character punching a tree, and walks over. 

“Here for the morning wood, huh?” _self-insert_ teases as the two of them punch the same tree. 

Arlecchino rolls her eyes. “As if I would be interested in any wood,” she quips back. With the tree now demolished by their fists, leaving floating leaves, they move onto the next nearby tree.  

“Not much of a Minecraft builder are you?” _self-insert_ jokes, some cheekiness in your tone as your character travels to find the nearest cave. Meanwhile, Arlecchino searches for food, promptly smacking wildlife with her fists.

‘Not what I meant,’ Arlecchino comments to herself, but answers back with a grin, “You're the Minecraft expert here, _self-insert_, not me. Aren't you here to teach me?” 

You let out a melodic chuckle, and Arlecchino swears she could listen to it forever. “Yeah? You want me to make you an expert?” Your voice dips a bit, a sweet, silky tone that nearly makes the Knave shiver. You drop down into the mouth of a cave, mining enough cobblestone for an upgraded pickaxe, then delving deeper for coal. 

“Not as good as you,” the Knave replies, a slight shake of her head. Arlecchino comes across a pig. The first hit is a success, but as the pig squeals and scatters, the next sequential punches aren’t so successful.  

“I dunno, I can be a good teacher. If you're a good listener.”

“I can listen well.” After the nth hit, the pig finally dies, rewarding Arlecchino with just a single raw porkchop. 

“Really well?” 

“As good as I can be. I'll be good for you.” 

“Just for me?”

 “Of course. Whose going to teach me how to build our house?”

Another laugh comes from the other end of the call, the warmth in Arlecchin’s chest growing just from sound. “Oh, we’re sharing the same house? I wasn’t aware we were at that stage already in our relationship.” 

“Our beds next to each other in our past worlds didn’t tell you enough? I’m hurt,” Arlecchino says, faux disappointment in her voice, a visible pout from her apparent through her face camera. “I thought we were closer than that, aren’t we?” 

“I’ll move in with you again if you can give me some food,” _self-insert_ replies as her character resurfaces from the cave, a full set of stone tools and some ores in her inventory. 

Arlecchino brutally eviscerates a cow with a clenched fist of raw porkchops. “Of course, I have some food for you. Where are you?” 

“Aww, you miss me already? Give me your cords.” 

As Arlecchino struggles to find the F3 button, the stream chat explodes. 

Jean_notJohn: what happened to hi, hello, gm? i_do_myth: is ths flirting Worstchestersauce: what– Conquer_of_Gluesticsk: 😮 Magic_catboi: what a stsrt to a stream ughmen: we loe lesbianism horrerfilms: father y r u alr flirting Jean_notJohn: we get it father, you’re a lesbian ShakespeareSock: lesbian tries not to be lesbian challenge failed Teacatlady: Do the two of you need the room?  HauntedMolerat: r they dating???? ths their first stream right? DilfDigger: local lesbian flirts with another woman after .1 seconds of meeting Dadleftforemilk: are we interrupting something persPenguin: father why Worstchestersauce: since when were they together??? 0o0 capybarasrock: sesbian lex?!!?!?!1 GamerGoose07: stop being gay and make wooden tools iloverats34: oil up steponmepwettypls: when are you making out???

Like an absent father, Arlecchino neglects her chat in favor of still struggling to find her coordinates with your assistance. By this point, you have dug yourself in a hole and Arlecchino is screenrecording her game to _self-insert_. (“Okay, did you find the F3 button? Yeah? Okay, okay, look to the left, THE LEFT, to the LEFT, uh huh, yeah, top-middle-ish. Did you find it yet? No, okay, move your mouse, wait. Wait. It’s, it’s there, it’s right there, right there! Do you see it?! Do I need that big red circle from those clickbait videos!? Oh okay, you found it? Okay, read it out loud for me. Good job.”) 

Arlecchino finds shelter on top of a tree, while you make the dangerous trek of searching for the Knave, weaving past creepers and dodging arrows as your hunger persists. You cross from one end of the forest to the next, and climb arduously up a mountain, determined to rescue your damsel in distress.

“I'm being shot at,” the white-haired streamer protests, her character prancing on top of a treetop in circles to avoid the arrows of skeletons. She is determined to stay alive until you can come, all the faith in you that you will be able to protect her any minute now. 

“I’m coming! I should be there in a second! I should be close by. Wait, you’re in a tree right?” You scan your surroundings, scoping out the barren mountain side. 

“Yes?”

“It’s 100 and 900 for the x and z coordinates, right?”

“Yes, wait.” Arlecchino goes to check her coordinates, realizing her grave mistake. “It’s negative 900.”

A moment of silence occurs between them, the only thing audible is the clacking of Arlecchino’s keyboard and the shuffling of leaves. 

“I’m going to jump off a cliff.” 

“Wait–” 

Arlecchino successfully discourages your character down from the mountain, and by morning, you finally found her, perched in a tree. 

“Give me my food please.” 

“Okay, here’s some chicken.”

“This is raw.” 

Arlecchino goes into her inventory to search for the right food. She drops several pieces of lambchops. 

“This is raw too.” 

“...you can still eat them.”

Your character begins walking away from her, chewing onto your uncooked poultry. You sigh out, “I want a divorce.”

“What? For what?” Arlecchino croaks out in utter bafflement. “We were married?” 

“This is weaponized incompetence. I wanted cooked food.” A faux sob comes from your end. “I’m taking the kids with me.” 

“What kids?!” 

You sniffle. “Get out of my house.”

“We haven’t even built one.” 

“Well, build one so I can kick you out of it.” 

“You mean you’re no longer gonna sleep next to me?”

A bout of silence, before you admit defeat. “You make a good point. You can’t cuddle me if we’re divorced.”

“So we’re still married and I’m no longer kicked out of our hypothetical house?” 

“Only if you can build our house.” 

“I thought you were teaching me how to build.” 

“Nope. You have to prove yourself to be worthy of marrying me. And I’m going to be busy.”

“Busy doing what?” 

Arlecchino could practically hear the smile through your words. “Mining for a diamond.” 

“Just one diamond?”

“Yeah. Who do you think will be proposing?” 

GamerGoose07: marriage speedrun??? Magic_catboi: father with the RIZZ?!1?1? cloudpawgames: I can’t tell ifthey’re like not dating or not Jean_notJohn: are they joking? Or like, fr? HauntedMolerat: they sound like my parents  ughmen: i know lesbian move in fast but… not that fast  Conquer_of_Gluesticks: drop tutorial on how to achieve wife Teacatlady: Father, you never told us that _self-insert_ was your girlfriend steponmepwettypls: there is no reason for you guys to be this cute and gay omg 

“My chat thinks we’re dating,” Arlecchino says as she collects wood.

“Aren’t we?”

“In real life, they mean.”

“We can make that happen too, you know.”

Arlecchino nearly chokes on her spit. “Are you asking me… out?”

You contemplate it for a moment. “You know what? Yeah, I am.”

“I… I accept?” 

“Great. Our next date is going to be off stream.” 

“What–” 

—

“So how do you like the house?”

“It’s…”

“Be nice.”

“I’m trying.” 

“It’s not that bad, right?”

“Yeah… if we were in 2014. Maybe I should have taught you first.” 

— 

“Hey, you know if you press ‘Q’ while holding a pickaxe near lava, it reveals ores underneath the lava?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“... do you still have those divorce papers?” 

— 

“Watch out it’s a creeper!”

“AW MAN!”

“Where is this music coming from–”

—

“HyacinthTeabag, thank you for the donation. ‘I will bark if you do a waterbucket MLG.’ What’s an MLG, _self-insert_?”

“Oh, it’s easy. Watch this.”

“I can do that.” 

xKnavex fell from a high place. 

— 

“Teacatlady says: ‘Father, here are some minecraft pickup lines to help you seduce–’”

“Seduce?!” 

“‘–_self-insert_: Are you a redstone torch? Because you turn me on.’” 

“Wow, I’ve never felt more aroused.” 

“‘You must be a wolf because I want to give you my bone.’”

A bout of silence. _self-insert_’s character does a slow turn towards the Knave. 

“‘Can I fertalize your crop with my bonemeal?’” 

_self-insert_ remains silent to ensure that Arlecchino is done, before letting out a dramatic sigh. “You’re just so sexy. Make love to me right now.”

“Right here in this cave? Our first time deserves somewhere better.” 

“You’re right. Let’s go back up to the surface.” 

—

“Did you know you can dye beds? I got poppies so that you can dye your bed red.”

“I didn’t know that. What color do you like?” 

“I like magenta, but their flowers are kind of hard to come by.”

“What flowers?” 

“Alliums or lilacs.” 

An hour later. 

—

“Why do we have 43 Alliums in our chest?”

“I thought you wanted to dye your bed…” 

For the record, Father only died 11 times. Keep inventory had to be turned on after the third death.

[edgeray]

You Make Me As Hard As Bedrock!

Streamer AU | Arlecchino x GN! Reader

A/N - I come back! Sorry for my absence, I was clawing my way out of writer's block and summer depression. I bring you this. Hopefully this makes up for it. This is very crack/fluff oriented (rare fluff sighting on edgeray's account). This is so left field from what I usually write, so apologies if this is bad. CW / info - they play minecraft, silly idiots, obviously very out of character, streamer! arlecchino, streamer! reader, dirty jokes, 2.4k words

“Is this thing working? Is the stream up?” Arlecchino mutters under her breath as she taps onto the mic, adjusting her headphones as she switches between her windows on her monitor. 

Magic_catboi:  father is on! Teacatlady: Hello persPenguin: Yes, the mic works.  Foltz6__: hu horrerfilms: helol ughmen: father!!!!! celuere: Daddy???  Magic_cat_boi: _self-insert_?!?! omg horrerfilms: *hello edgeray: YOOOOOO  persPenguin: collab with _self-insert_ ? knavesflames: would.

Arlecchino faintly smiles at the immediate chat messages, eyes scanning over familiar usernames. 

“Thank you persPenguin. Let me pull this up…” The Knave displays the Minecraft title screen, ensuring that the right window is on stream. Once she's checked everything is set up, she faces the camera. 

“This stream, we'll be playing Minecraft with _self-insert_. This is my first stream with them, so be considerate. We will get started once [Name] finishes setting up the server and they call me. In the meantime, how are you guys today?” 

Magic_catboi: oh no. father. not minecraft DilfDigger: my show is on LilacLazernator: hello HauntedMolerat: knave stream?? chat  persPenguin: good :D Magic_cat_boi: go d Conquer_of_Gluesticks: You single handily made me question my sexuality and it has destroyed me can we kiss  ughmen: i thank archon every day that women exist. horrerfilms: fine, hru ShakespeareSock: Good, wbu Teacatlady: How many deaths will father have today place your bets below vv GamerGoose07: collab with _self-insert_ was not on my 2025 bingo enchantdisdick: okay  Magic_catboi: gud HyacinthTeabag: more mc streams hurrah celuere: ughmen, real.  i_came_i_saw_i_failed: Hi dad! If you had a fursona, what would it be? edgeray: was about to study for an exam. nvm, ig persPenguin: father i got an A on my math test GamerGoose07: Teacatlady 10 cloudpawgames: !!!!_self-insert_!!!! capybarasrock: where is Bambi Jr.  Magic_catboi: gamergoose have some faith. 15.  Dadleftforemilk: father, drop a tutorial on how to get your dad to come back  Teacatlady: A spider, obviously @I_came_i_saw_i_failed

Arlecchino stretches in her chair, watching her chat flood with messages. “I am pleased that your day has been pleasant. persPenguin, excellent job. Just as I said, you have nothing to worry about as long as you do your best. If any of you have not eaten today yet, know that I am disappointed. This is your reminder to grab a snack, as the stream won’t start for a few minutes.” 

celuere: step on me

Ignoring that, Arlecchino scrolls back up her chat. “Bambi Jr.? She is doing just fine. Let me go get her.” Arlecchino rises from her chair and removes her bunny-eared headset, walking off camera to the right. She returns, a juvenile tarantula wandering over her tattooed arms. 

Worstchestersauce: teacatlady that’s not very skibidi!!!! >:(((( capybarasrock: bambi!!  i_do_myth: late, but i am here! hi father!! cloudpawgames: What type of spider is she again? horrerfilms: tell bambi i said hi Jean_notJohn: hello Dadleftforemilk: father, will you be my dad Magic_catboi: look at hwo good bambi jr. is. very mindful, very demure Worstchestersauce: teacatlady. seven HyacinthTeabag: we love bambi jr we say in unison  Dadleftforemilk: pls 

The streamer smiles, letting the spider crawl onto her palm, standing patiently as if posing for the viewers. “Today has been going well for me. Yes, hello to the people still joining in. I went to the gym earlier this morning, had a good session, and ordered my favorite takeout afterwards. Very relaxed weekend today. I am excited for the stream, [Name] and I have played Minecraft a couple of times in the last few weeks, but this is the first time we’ll be streaming.”   

She pauses at one of the latest messages. “What is demure?”

Unsurprisingly, it is another slang term that has cropped up. New internet lingo crops up like weeds, she thinks, and once more, everyone is calling her a boomer. A donation message comes through, and Arlecchino reads it outloud.

“LilacLazernator, thank you for the donation. ‘Day 193892 of asking you to call chat your little pog…champ?’” Arlecchino sounds out the last word. Vaguely, she recalls the term–was this not used during the earlier years of Covid? She continues the rest of the donation. “‘(please I need the validation).’ How do you all feel about this?”

Magic_catboi: YAS father!1!!11! HyacinthTeabag: call us your little pogchamp GamerGoose07: do it do it do it Teacatlady: Say it

Arlecchino pinches the bridge of her nose with her free hand, letting Bambi Jr. crawl over her lap for a little bit. Sighing, she stares deadpanned at the camera. She opens her lips, but purses them the next moment, another sigh emerging from her. 

“How are we feeling today… my little pogchamps?” Could regret ever be more instant? 

 Teacatlady: This is being clipped

The chat has a brief seizure as she picks up Bambi Jr. again, hearing a discord ping message through her headset and she quickly goes off camera to place Bambi Jr. back in her enclosure. 

“Give me one moment, I believe [Name] just messaged me.” 

_self-insert_  ready to go when you are! server is up. you got the server address? knave yes. is your stream set up? we can call? _self-insert_ yes! let me go call you.

The discord call ringtone sounds through, and she accepts the call. 

“Knave! How are you doing today?” your voice sounds through.  

“Good, good. And you?” 

“Great! Are you having any trou–oh, there you are!” 

xKnavex joined the game

Arlecchino’s character spawns in a meadow, trees scarce across a grassy landscape. Pigs and cows graze the land, and a chicken clucks somewhere nearby. The Knave find’s _self-insert_’s character punching a tree, and walks over. 

“Here for the morning wood, huh?” _self-insert_ teases as the two of them punch the same tree. 

Arlecchino rolls her eyes. “As if I would be interested in any wood,” she quips back. With the tree now demolished by their fists, leaving floating leaves, they move onto the next nearby tree.  

“Not much of a Minecraft builder are you?” _self-insert_ jokes, some cheekiness in your tone as your character travels to find the nearest cave. Meanwhile, Arlecchino searches for food, promptly smacking wildlife with her fists.

‘Not what I meant,’ Arlecchino comments to herself, but answers back with a grin, “You're the Minecraft expert here, _self-insert_, not me. Aren't you here to teach me?” 

You let out a melodic chuckle, and Arlecchino swears she could listen to it forever. “Yeah? You want me to make you an expert?” Your voice dips a bit, a sweet, silky tone that nearly makes the Knave shiver. You drop down into the mouth of a cave, mining enough cobblestone for an upgraded pickaxe, then delving deeper for coal. 

“Not as good as you,” the Knave replies, a slight shake of her head. Arlecchino comes across a pig. The first hit is a success, but as the pig squeals and scatters, the next sequential punches aren’t so successful.  

“I dunno, I can be a good teacher. If you're a good listener.”

“I can listen well.” After the nth hit, the pig finally dies, rewarding Arlecchino with just a single raw porkchop. 

“Really well?” 

“As good as I can be. I'll be good for you.” 

“Just for me?”

 “Of course. Whose going to teach me how to build our house?”

Another laugh comes from the other end of the call, the warmth in Arlecchin’s chest growing just from sound. “Oh, we’re sharing the same house? I wasn’t aware we were at that stage already in our relationship.” 

“Our beds next to each other in our past worlds didn’t tell you enough? I’m hurt,” Arlecchino says, faux disappointment in her voice, a visible pout from her apparent through her face camera. “I thought we were closer than that, aren’t we?” 

“I’ll move in with you again if you can give me some food,” _self-insert_ replies as her character resurfaces from the cave, a full set of stone tools and some ores in her inventory. 

Arlecchino brutally eviscerates a cow with a clenched fist of raw porkchops. “Of course, I have some food for you. Where are you?” 

“Aww, you miss me already? Give me your cords.” 

As Arlecchino struggles to find the F3 button, the stream chat explodes. 

Jean_notJohn: what happened to hi, hello, gm? i_do_myth: is ths flirting Worstchestersauce: what– Conquer_of_Gluesticsk: 😮 Magic_catboi: what a stsrt to a stream ughmen: we loe lesbianism horrerfilms: father y r u alr flirting Jean_notJohn: we get it father, you’re a lesbian ShakespeareSock: lesbian tries not to be lesbian challenge failed Teacatlady: Do the two of you need the room?  HauntedMolerat: r they dating???? ths their first stream right? DilfDigger: local lesbian flirts with another woman after .1 seconds of meeting Dadleftforemilk: are we interrupting something persPenguin: father why Worstchestersauce: since when were they together??? 0o0 capybarasrock: sesbian lex?!!?!?!1 GamerGoose07: stop being gay and make wooden tools iloverats34: oil up steponmepwettypls: when are you making out???

Like an absent father, Arlecchino neglects her chat in favor of still struggling to find her coordinates with your assistance. By this point, you have dug yourself in a hole and Arlecchino is screenrecording her game to _self-insert_. (“Okay, did you find the F3 button? Yeah? Okay, okay, look to the left, THE LEFT, to the LEFT, uh huh, yeah, top-middle-ish. Did you find it yet? No, okay, move your mouse, wait. Wait. It’s, it’s there, it’s right there, right there! Do you see it?! Do I need that big red circle from those clickbait videos!? Oh okay, you found it? Okay, read it out loud for me. Good job.”) 

Arlecchino finds shelter on top of a tree, while you make the dangerous trek of searching for the Knave, weaving past creepers and dodging arrows as your hunger persists. You cross from one end of the forest to the next, and climb arduously up a mountain, determined to rescue your damsel in distress.

“I'm being shot at,” the white-haired streamer protests, her character prancing on top of a treetop in circles to avoid the arrows of skeletons. She is determined to stay alive until you can come, all the faith in you that you will be able to protect her any minute now. 

“I’m coming! I should be there in a second! I should be close by. Wait, you’re in a tree right?” You scan your surroundings, scoping out the barren mountain side. 

“Yes?”

“It’s 100 and 900 for the x and z coordinates, right?”

“Yes, wait.” Arlecchino goes to check her coordinates, realizing her grave mistake. “It’s negative 900.”

A moment of silence occurs between them, the only thing audible is the clacking of Arlecchino’s keyboard and the shuffling of leaves. 

“I’m going to jump off a cliff.” 

“Wait–” 

Arlecchino successfully discourages your character down from the mountain, and by morning, you finally found her, perched in a tree. 

“Give me my food please.” 

“Okay, here’s some chicken.”

“This is raw.” 

Arlecchino goes into her inventory to search for the right food. She drops several pieces of lambchops. 

“This is raw too.” 

“...you can still eat them.”

Your character begins walking away from her, chewing onto your uncooked poultry. You sigh out, “I want a divorce.”

“What? For what?” Arlecchino croaks out in utter bafflement. “We were married?” 

“This is weaponized incompetence. I wanted cooked food.” A faux sob comes from your end. “I’m taking the kids with me.” 

“What kids?!” 

You sniffle. “Get out of my house.”

“We haven’t even built one.” 

“Well, build one so I can kick you out of it.” 

“You mean you’re no longer gonna sleep next to me?”

A bout of silence, before you admit defeat. “You make a good point. You can’t cuddle me if we’re divorced.”

“So we’re still married and I’m no longer kicked out of our hypothetical house?” 

“Only if you can build our house.” 

“I thought you were teaching me how to build.” 

“Nope. You have to prove yourself to be worthy of marrying me. And I’m going to be busy.”

“Busy doing what?” 

Arlecchino could practically hear the smile through your words. “Mining for a diamond.” 

“Just one diamond?”

“Yeah. Who do you think will be proposing?” 

GamerGoose07: marriage speedrun??? Magic_catboi: father with the RIZZ?!1?1? cloudpawgames: I can’t tell ifthey’re like not dating or not Jean_notJohn: are they joking? Or like, fr? HauntedMolerat: they sound like my parents  ughmen: i know lesbian move in fast but… not that fast  Conquer_of_Gluesticks: drop tutorial on how to achieve wife Teacatlady: Father, you never told us that _self-insert_ was your girlfriend steponmepwettypls: there is no reason for you guys to be this cute and gay omg 

“My chat thinks we’re dating,” Arlecchino says as she collects wood.

“Aren’t we?”

“In real life, they mean.”

“We can make that happen too, you know.”

Arlecchino nearly chokes on her spit. “Are you asking me… out?”

You contemplate it for a moment. “You know what? Yeah, I am.”

“I… I accept?” 

“Great. Our next date is going to be off stream.” 

“What–” 

BONUS SCENES

“So how do you like the house?”

“It’s…”

“Be nice.”

“I’m trying.” 

“It’s not that bad, right?”

“Yeah… if we were in 2014. Maybe I should have taught you first.” 

— 

“Hey, you know if you press ‘Q’ while holding a pickaxe near lava, it reveals ores underneath the lava?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“... do you still have those divorce papers?” 

— 

“Watch out it’s a creeper!”

“AW MAN!”

“Where is this music coming from–”

—

“HyacinthTeabag, thank you for the donation. ‘I will bark if you do a waterbucket MLG.’ What’s an MLG, _self-insert_?”

“Oh, it’s easy. Watch this.”

“I can do that.” 

xKnavex fell from a high place. 

— 

“Teacatlady says: ‘Father, here are some minecraft pickup lines to help you seduce–’”

“Seduce?!” 

“‘–_self-insert_: Are you a redstone torch? Because you turn me on.’” 

“Wow, I’ve never felt more aroused.” 

“‘You must be a wolf because I want to give you my bone.’”

A bout of silence. _self-insert_’s character does a slow turn towards the Knave. 

“‘Can I fertalize your crop with my bonemeal?’” 

_self-insert_ remains silent to ensure that Arlecchino is done, before letting out a dramatic sigh. “You’re just so sexy. Make love to me right now.”

“Right here in this cave? Our first time deserves somewhere better.” 

“You’re right. Let’s go back up to the surface.” 

—

“Did you know you can dye beds? I got poppies so that you can dye your bed red.”

“I didn’t know that. What color do you like?” 

“I like magenta, but their flowers are kind of hard to come by.”

“What flowers?” 

“Alliums or lilacs.” 

An hour later. 

“Why do we have 43 Alliums in our chest?”

“I thought you wanted to dye your bed…” 

—

For the record, Father only died 11 times. Keep inventory had to be turned on after the third death.

[edgeray]

Hi Edgeray, how are you? Question. Do you also write for Chainsawman or any other series?

Hi, I'm as good as I can be with finals 🥲😅. Nope, no other series, sorry :3 thanks for asking anon

[edgeray]

writing this makes me realize how unfunny I am actually help 🥲

Attempting to write video game streamer au fic arlecchino x reader, but I am having trouble coming up with usernames and chat messages.

Essentially the idea is a Minecraft (sorry, it's the only game I'ce watched streams of) collab stream with _self-insert_ [reader, obvs, the username is subject to change if someone gets me a better idea]. Arlecchino, of course, has to be a total girlfailure.

if anyone wants, put a username (does not have to be tumblr) and what you would say in streamer! Arlecchino's chat (no limitations, be as unhinged as you'd want).

Also, any suggestions for usernames of other characters, like Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, and maybe the other Harbingers are appreciated. Or any moments/scenes you think should happen on stream.

Feel free to either put ideas in the comments of this post or through my inbox. :)

[edgeray]

i just know tiktok editors would loveeee editing streamer arlecchino

oh yeah, definetely. arlecchino constantly clipfarms with her interactions with her chat too. her voice just makes for very good edit voiceovers. and all the ship edits with reader too? everyone eats that up.

[edgeray]

Attempting to write video game streamer au fic arlecchino x reader, but I am having trouble coming up with usernames and chat messages.

Essentially the idea is a Minecraft (sorry, it's the only game I'ce watched streams of) collab stream with _self-insert_ [reader, obvs, the username is subject to change if someone gets me a better idea]. Arlecchino, of course, has to be a total girlfailure.

if anyone wants, put a username (does not have to be tumblr) and what you would say in streamer! Arlecchino's chat (no limitations, be as unhinged as you'd want).

Also, any suggestions for usernames of other characters, like Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet, and maybe the other Harbingers are appreciated. Or any moments/scenes you think should happen on stream.

Feel free to either put ideas in the comments of this post or through my inbox. :)

[edgeray]

I can't believe I nearly forgot about this. Which one of you guys aren't constantly reminding me of this amazing idea???

Ik the cringey Gen Z in me is literally trying to claw through the bars of my mind because why the fuck do I want to write a video game streamer! Arlecchino. These are very incoherent and nonsensical thoughts bc I am tired.

Bro, in the most deadpan voice after getting destroyed by some kid: "Well. That's not very skibidi of you 😐"

Her fanbase only has two sides: thirsty for her, or is desperately clinging onto every paternal advice and praise that Arlecchino didn't even know she had said

"Chat, why do you keep calling me a dilf. What is that."

Has children. She does not know of it, even when CatMagacianBoi sends her a donation message saying "I think I failed my math test :(" and she starts on a whole rant about how failures is okay, and it's one step closer to success and that your setbacks will never define you. Has paused stream to teach someone how to tie their tie.

Wears fucking cat ear headphones. Until someone gifts her a custom made headphones with rabbit ears

Is actually really good at games when she tries. Is also terrible at sandbox games. (I can go on a whole rant of how I think Arlecchino will be like in Minecraft).

Another streamer colleague (Tartaglia) suggested she streams herself reading fanfictions of herself. (Never again. Ever seen a grown woman get traumatized over stream?) "What does the tag 'x Reader' mean?"

Does lots of charity streams, especially for orphanages.

Guys I'm actually in need of some crack ideas, I'm going insane.

(Maybe Arlecchino x streamer! Reader 🥺 fic? Mayhaps a slow burn where they basically unknowingly stream their e-dates?)