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[nee-chan]

I cannot stop thinking about him...

[trailblczed]

c. // @mrch7th

Caelus notices the crack of her voice. Nice touch! Really selling it, March! Like hell the lad is gonna let his bestie down. A cough, underplayed as he covers his mouth with a free hand, staring down at it in mock horror as it, too, becomes painted with the same red liquid currently ingrained against his torso. What it a bit much? Probably. Did the silver regret it? Nope! It's all part of the drama. A fake guilty smile traces his lips, eyes half mast as he glazes over his friend ( again, a bit much? Yeah- and it's not like anyone BUT him is gonna know he blurred his vision- but it helps him play into a bit. ) before moving the hand not currently "holding his innards together" to weakly lay over the lass's hand covering his own. Caelus hopes March doesn't mind him sharing the stage blood- he can apologize after.

A pitiful chuckle shakes his frame, turning to stare skyward as he quickly comes up with the source of his injuries. Seems like he's really trying to play up his own "good guy ego"- but hey, audiences like a good hero, yeah? For extra effect, Caelus softens his voice, leaving a string of humbleness to weave through his words- even tossing in ragged breaths here and there for the fun of it.

❛ Oh you know me- trying.. to keep other's from.. getting hurt. But hey-- I managed to.. at least get that kid.. out of the way- before the debris.. hit them. I'd say that's.. a job.. well done.. Don't.. you? ❜

At the end of his little monologue, the Nameless finally, actually, looks at his stage partner- and is immediately hit with guilt. March... she looks genuinely terrified. Wow- she's so good at this that she's even fooling him! He'll have to ask her for pointers later- ( a tiny whisper, in a voice that's not his own- nor one that he recognizes- say's that it's not an act ). Right! He has a task he's supposed to accomplish.

Time to play ball!

Hand that was resting against the rose haired lass' drags said hand up to his face, affectionately pressing it against his cheek- a tiny nuzzle adding a cherry on top of the action. An unspoken desire burning in his eyes, a regret of not being able to overcome cowardice- until there is nothing left of you.. but ashes. He feels himself choking up a bit even at the thought of what he's about to do- damn it's gonna be so good if he's getting himself worked up!

❛ M..March-- I.. I know this.. probably.. isn't the best time- for this.. But I-- I have something.. I need.. to say.. to you.

Will you listen.. to an old friend's secret..? ❜

The silver originally wanted to say "an old friend's dying words" or "last words"- but something about how freezing March's hands are ( colder than he's used to- but he's also a walking flaming star so that's not a fair comparison if he's being honest- ) stops him from going that far.

[politesper-rip]

——— our names shouted in a certain dawn ... a message ... a summons ... there must have been a moment, at the beginning, where we could have said— NO. but somehow we missed it.

[auroralecchino]

INTRODUCTION

BASIC INFO:

age: 18

birthday: August 2nd

country: 🇵🇭 (GMT+8)

pronouns: she/her

gender: woman

sexuality: lesbiromantic aegosexual

ABOUT ME

A daydreamer on a regular basis, escapism into the realm of fantasies to cope with reality. A sense of belonging I feel whenever I am simply just within my own world. The life pressures and expectations are forever my struggle. My own existence is merely a bane in the household, I seek to reignite my hobbies that lost its own spark long ago. One of those is writing, and so I do look forward to correlating my hyperfixations through literature.

How did I discover Arlecchino?

Around the release of the Genshin Impact's Fatui Harbinger trailer: The Winter Night's Lazzo. I was not part of the community, nor did I play it due to low device specifications. I created my account back in 2020-2021, but the in-game lag was too much. Yes, I ended up even getting the beginner wind glider skin expired.

The moment I saw Arlecchino, I was fascinated, allured even. The androgynous appearance was incredibly gorgeous, I knew that after my Natasha Romanoff hyperfixation since would come to an end (since she did fall from cloud nine and snapped her back). I've been obsessed ever since, fanfiction content was limited, and just bread crumbs at the time I almost went insane. Fortunately, my December 2022 gift was a gaming laptop with great specs for me to play the game and save up! Except, I got Neuvillette and Navia with my impulsive gambling.

Would I ever publish fanfics of her?

Thank you!

Certainly, hopefully , I also get around writing my fanfiction ideas for her. I have a bunch of concept tropes for Arlecchino and reader, who would most likely be a projection of my own character within that story. Hehehe...

Am I comfortable with 18+?

Definitely, as the saying goes but with my revision "Mentally a slut, spiritually only in my wildest dreams, physically could never." Unless, a real life Arlecchino drops from the heavens. Why not?

Do I cater to men readers?

Apologies, but I sincerely could not. I could only go as far as writing women with a strap or transfem/women. I have absolutely no clue if I could ever write for ya'll ヾ(´･ ･｀｡)ノ

Will I ever write for other characters?

Someday in the future, maybe. For women characters only, most likely. If only I could literally hyperfixate entirely on Dan Heng or Aventurine, sadly, I'm not too invested in HSR even if the lore is interesting. I'm not a huge fan of modern looking RPG games or futuristic. It's also why I dropped HI3 as soon as hit 40. (⋟﹏⋞)

For dropping by to read, and if you ever consider sending me an imprompt idea for Arlecchino.

Do feel free to send and ask for requests! 💌

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Incoming Post Soon . . .

[uquiz-database]

Which Chess piece are you? (serious)

https://uquiz.com/K5RFoC

[newb0rn]

* ♙ . @crestazul said " who will keep me tethered while you’re gone? aren't you afraid i’ll float off? "

" you  won't  float  off. " affirmation spoken  ever  so  softly,  yet  his  blue eyes  burned  with  urgency.  he  had  never  believed  so  strongly  in  anything before.  of course  he  was  afraid -  but  he  refused  to  let  fear  taint  his  belief  in  her.  " who  kept  you  tethered  before  you  met  me?  who  kept  you  afloat  when  the  flood  came? " he  pressed  a  hand  to  her  chest,  his  palm  aligning  perfectly  with  her  heart  for  a  moment  before  travelling  upwards  to  caress  the  back  of  her  head. " find  her  in  you  when  i'm  not  here  to.  she's  who  will  keep  you  tethered  when  i'm  gone. "  would  the  absent  of  him  truly  be  so  terrible?  what  a  terrifying  thing . . . to  be  needed. to  be  missed. " and if  that's  not  enough,  then  let  the thought of my  return  be  what  keeps  you  tethered.  it will  be  just  a  week,  dé.  promise  me  you'll  be  here  waiting  for  me  when  i  return.  prométeme. "

[lovesick-level-up]

Sonia Nevermind Redesign

@noeggets requested: How about a sonia nevermind edit? I always thought her design was pretty boring wanna see what you can do

feel free to use with credit, but do not claim as your own! like/reblog if you save or enjoy!

[caeroseus]

HOW had i not posted this. its very clear that one of the twins is a yapper, and the other a (perhaps begrudging) listener. they are super close, really...

[uzumakisavior]

The mockery of a sorcerer's selflessness. The death of the innocent via the ignorant masses. Be it the curses they spew or the passion stemming from the mislead, their infectious disease was to endlessly claim more victims.

And yet, is it really their fault? Regular people are unaware of what they produce. They live their lives ignorant to a world they directly influence. Curses are natural consequences to the human experience, and it's not within their capabilites to control nor exorcise. That's the job as a jujutsu sorcerer, to help those who never had the choice.

So why? Why does it seem natural to hate them. Is it honorable risk our lives for something these....monkeys will never appreciate? Sorcerers put their lives on the line to then waste away, while lay people continue mock them on the side lines. They move on with their normal, untainted, blissful lives. All because they are weak. That, Suguru finds to be; nauseating. No need to continue to receive their ingratitude. And yet, he still continues to remain a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

The day was blistering. The sweltering heat bounces off the concrete and bakes onto the skin of whomever dares to step in open air. Sweat sticks to Suguru's messy raven bun. With a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, he sits at a bench under the shade of a nearby tree. It cocoons over him, protecting him not from the blistering sun, but from prying eyes that may be wandering the area. Sunken, dark, baggy eyes stares at his feet. Cheekbones are more sunken than usual, and his clothes seem to fit him too loosely.

Footsteps nearby were growing louder, a clear sign someone was approaching. Suguru remains motionless and unwavering. No different than a boundler nestled deep in the ground.

Someone's shadow eclipses of what was left of the sun. A familiar, altruistic greeting enters Sugurus ears. He knew that voice, and he waited for whatever news the other @elysian-noctuary would have for him. "..."

[bohemain]

▉ ――   The newspaper was barely holding together,   the way he held it to scrutinize the last detail of a recently solved murder   (  presumably solved anyhow ––   although by the knitting of his brows,   it really looked like he begged to differ  ).

@theresastargirl asked …   “            How do you take your cuppa?             ”

With his eyes irremediably immersed into the sensational news,   Sherlock didn’t even look up before he answered,             “            Without milk.            ”            Suspect confesses to murder of four women ––   pshaw!   Any confession was entirely meaningless when it didn’t confirm the actual evidence.   Impatiently and brooding,  hands pushed the newspaper away.           “           What would it take for you to confess to a murder you haven’t committed?   Violence?   Mere threats of violence?   Threatening your loved ones?           ”

[nee-chan]

I want him to cut for me...

[trailblczed]

c. / @wildfirephantom

Look, it's not as if he's thrilled about this exchange either-- but the lad is desperate. There's been one too many close calls to where Caelus nearly blurt out something either embarrassing or inappropriate for the situation because his "crush" (that's what they call those, right?) is making him lose his sanity- and his self-filter can only last so long before it will inevitably crumble.

❛ I mean-- how do you like... go on a date with someone? And like... mean it? Romantically? ❜

The silver ain't nearly as crimson as his friend (Aeons he HOPES), but that doesn't mean his nerves are being telegraphed by the way he rocks from one foot to the other; hands occupying themselves by pinching and tugging at the fingerless seems of his gloves.

❛ NO! It has to be you. I can't talk to any of the other Express members-- think of how awkward dinner time would get! Plus, I have a strong feeling that if March ever caught wind, the teasing would be unending.. ❜

[politesper-rip]

let's get a proper starter call going. it's been a hot minute. multis specify muse please and thank you!

[auroralecchino]

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Ailes Cramoisies et Plumes Brisées

Pairing: 🎬 Actress! Arlecchino x Artist! Reader 🎨

Trope: Strangers to Travel buddies to lovers

Genre: Modern AU! Hurt with Comfort, Fluff, Touching grass with Arlecchino, Travelling, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety.

Plot:

Arlecchino Di Knave, an actor who's reputation hit rock bottom. As advised, she took a break from her work to tone down the burning and crashing career. Upon returning to Fontaine, the nation she grew up in she encounters someone on the train who is also on their journey to get in touch with the world in solitude while travelling that would soon become a crucial key to her enlightenment and coming into terms with multitudes of unprocessed events. The bond they share would become inseparable.

Status: In writing... ✍️

Zoologist Antics

Pairing: 👔 Salaryman! Arlecchino x Zoologist! Reader 🐾

Trope: Blind dates gone chaotic

Genre: Fluff, Awkward dates, Reader has ADHD, Arlecchino is down bad for a geeking zoologist, Reader is a ray of sunshine.

Plot:

Working as a salaryman under one of Snezhnaya's business industries is an exhausting job that bores Arlecchino to no end, as a suggestion from one of her co-workers she decided to allow them to drag her to a bar after work. To spot someone seemingly out of place, it was you, a zoologist who arrived for the sake of studying Snezhnayan native animals. Your colleagues don't seem too fond of your enthusiasm in the field of work, so they left you out by setting you up on a date with last-minute consent.

Status: In writing... ✍️

Comfort Companion

Pairing: 🎮 Gamer! Arlecchino x Streamer! Reader 🎧

Trope: Online friends to Lovers

Genre: Sweet-tooth rotting Fluff, oblivious reader except actually reciprocates unknowingly, teasing, flirting, the audience ships them to insanity.

Plot:

Friends for almost a decade, Arlecchino has been supportive of you since the very beginning of your out of nowhere friendship playing a game you both mutually played at the time. You began your path as a streamer and she was also you first viewer, now that you had amassed a huge fanbase. They can't help but ship you with your consistent companion on your gameplays, even in solo games Arlecchino hops on voice chat just to be spiritually be there for you - ahem, horror.

Until when will you both be out of reach from her grasp? Arlecchino does have a plan...

Status: In writing... ✍️

Feel free to send your imprompts and requests for oneshots, drabbles, imagines, or just rant with me over Arlecchino tropes! 💌

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05/29/24

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[fyodior]

the fact that dazai is only 2 years older than me makes me a bit sick

[newb0rn]

he  was  being  hunted . . . helplessly and resentfully,  fred  was  speeding  towards  the  scene  of  his  death  like  a  deer  in  flight.  the  ravenous  wolves  at  his  heels  were  none  other  but  his  own  kind.  they  had  been  on  his  trail  for  hours,  tracking  him  through  the  crowded  waterfront  and  hectic  underground 🙴  now to  a  sleepier  part  of  the  city.  there  would  be  no  witnesses,  he  realised.  no  one  to  miss  the  pile  of  ashes  he  soon  would  become.  the  streetlights  illuminating  his  path  flickered  and  went  dead  as  he  turned  a  corner,  plunging  them  into  darkness.  somewhere,  someone  began  to  sing  a  murder  ballad  in  a  tongue  too  old,  too  strange,  for  this  young,  modern  city.

with  just  a  thought, he  put  the  first  three  to  get  too close  on  their  knees.  their  eyes  rolled  up,  up,  up,  as  blood  dripped  down,  down,  down,  out  their  noses,  their  mouths,  their  eyes. ruined beyond repair. dead.  more  came  forth  to  take  the  place  of  the  fallen.  unrelenting,  frenzied  by  the  smell  of  blood  and  violence,  they  came  down  on  him  like  a  vengeful  murder  of  crows.  his  every  plea  for  peace  ﹙ said  not  with  voice  but  through  thoughts ﹚ fell  on  deaf  ears.  even  with  the  power  he  had,  this  was  no  fair  fight.  he  was  exhausting  himself  more  and  more  with  every  attempt  to  lash  out,  physically  and  telepathically.  another psychic push  from  him  put  a  lull  in  the  attacks.  it  was  too  weak  to  cause  any  meaningful  injury,  but  it  gave  him  enough  time  to  break  free  from  their  grasp.  the  vampyr  staggered  deeper  into  the  dark,  half  blind  and  bleeding  from  wounds  made  by  razor-sharp  nails  and  teeth,  his  aggressors  closely in  tow.  anger  had  dulled  to  acceptance.  his  mind  empty  but  with  one  innate  desire;  a  single  word  he  sent  out  like  a  prayer  to  whoever  was  willing  to  hear.  please.  i  want  to  live.

* ♙ . @operahouses . based on ﹙x﹚.