#( arlecchino )

[clawzied]

arlecchino to freminet after taking over the house of the hearth

[xtealx]

whatever… *puts you in my cube*

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Genshin Impact | 2025 Birthday Artworks: Lyney & Lynette

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[withering-bloom]

One More Night – Part II

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Part one of this is somewhere in my account but I literally have no idea how this app works so find it if you want to!!😭😭

@suiseistellar THANK U FOR THE IDEA FOR A SECOND PART POOKIE 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I was just gonna leave the reader off as dead but I had no idea what to post for today LMAOO.

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Arlecchino x reader comfort.

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The world blurred around her, the dim street lights smearing into streaks of gold and white as she ran.

She wasn’t sure how she got to her feet—only that she did.

Her wife’s body was limp in her arms, head lolling against her shoulder, blood soaking through Arlecchino’s coat in thick, suffocating warmth. Each step sent fresh panic crashing through her, but she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she sprinted through the empty streets, each second stretching unbearably long. She barely felt the ache in her legs, barely registered the rain hitting her skin, too focused on the shallow, uneven breaths against her neck. Still breathing. Still here.

The hospital doors slammed open as she burst inside, her voice raw with desperation.

“I need a doctor!”

Heads turned. Nurses rushed forward. Someone grabbed her arm, another tried to take her wife from her grasp, but she held on tighter, her grip refusing to loosen.

“She’s been stabbed—she’s losing too much blood—help her!”

“Ma’am, let us take her—”

A stronger hand pried her away, and before she could protest, they were rushing her wife down the hall, a flurry of movement, shouting, urgent voices blending together into something incomprehensible.

Arlecchino stood frozen.

For the first time, she was powerless.

Time lost all meaning.

She paced the length of the waiting room, hands twitching at her sides, muscles coiled so tightly she thought they might snap. The metallic scent of blood still clung to her, the faint warmth of it lingering on her skin. But her mind could only focus on her hands—stained with her wife’s blood, trembling as if trying to hold on to the last remnants of her. As if, through the warmth still clinging to her skin, a piece of her beloved remained.

Her mind was racing too fast for her to keep up, a relentless blur of thoughts crashing into one another. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t stay still.

Someone had tried to kill her.

And her wife had nearly died because of it.

Her throat tightened as the memory replayed in her mind—the quiet gasp, the way her body collapsed into Arlecchino’s arms, the way she smiled even though life was passing through her body, so gentle, even as she lay dying.

Her fists clenched.

If she had been just a little faster. If she had reacted just a second earlier—

She inhaled sharply, pressing her fingers to her temples. Now wasn’t the time for this.

Pacing back and forth in the waiting room, each second stretched into eternity, her thoughts spiraling with every step. It felt like hours—until a sudden noise shattered her daze, yanking her back to reality.

A door creaking open.

She turned so fast her vision swayed.

The doctor stepped forward, looking exhausted but calm. “She’s stable.”

For a moment, the words didn’t register. Then—

Her knees nearly buckled.

The breath she hadn’t realised she was holding finally escaped her lips, her shoulders sagging, something painfully tight in her chest loosening.

“She lost a lot of blood,” the doctor continued, “but we managed to repair the damage. The blade barely missed anything vital.” A pause. “She’s incredibly lucky.”

Lucky.

The word felt foreign.

“She’s asleep now, but you can see her.”

Arlecchino didn’t need to be told twice. She was already moving.

The room was quiet.

Machines beeped softly in the background, the steady rhythm of her wife’s breathing syncing with the rise and fall of her chest beneath the crisp white sheets. Her face was pale, her lips slightly parted, her fingers resting motionless atop the blanket.

Arlecchino stepped closer, swallowing hard.

She had seen her wife asleep countless times. But never like this. Never with an IV in her arm, never with bandages wrapped around her torso, never with the lingering scent of antiseptic suffocating the warmth she carried.

A chair scraped against the floor as she sat beside the bed, hesitating for only a second before taking her wife’s hand in her own.

It was cold.

She hated that.

Arlecchino exhaled shakily, brushing her thumb over her knuckles, as if the small motion could somehow tether her wife back to her.

“I almost lost you.”

The words came out quieter than she intended.

She tightened her grip, pressing her forehead against their intertwined hands.

“I thought—” Her voice faltered. She forced herself to breathe. “I should’ve protected you. I should’ve been faster.”

A pause.

A tremble in her fingers.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“I’m sorry.”

The silence that followed was unbearable.

But then—

Something shifted.

A faint pressure against her palm.

She sucked in a sharp breath, lifting her head just in time to see a pair of tired, half-lidded eyes blinking open.

“Peru…?”

Her heart stopped.

A weak, drowsy smile tugged at her wife’s lips. “You’re crying again.”

A choked laugh left her before she could stop it. “Thank goodness you’re awake.I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”she softly exclaims, as she breaks down crying, her hand covering her mouth, as if trying to stifle the sobs already threatening to break free, but it was no use.

“Thank goodness you’re awake,” she whispered, her voice breaking under the sheer force of relief. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in hot, uncontrollable streams. The fear she had buried, the anguish she had forced down, all came rushing back at once, tearing through her resolve like a flood bursting through a dam.

Her breath hitched as she tried to steady herself, but it was useless. A sob tore free from her throat, then another, until she was trembling under the weight of everything she had nearly lost. “I—I couldn’t imagine my life without you,” she choked out, gripping her wife’s fingers as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Her shoulders shook, her body curling forward as she wept, pressing her forehead against the sheets. The warmth of her wife’s skin, the steady rise and fall of her chest—it was real. She was real.

She was here.

Her wife hummed softly, voice barely above a whisper. “You worry too much.”

Arlecchino huffed,looking up at the woman resting above her. “You almost died, and you’re telling me I worry too much?”

A tired chuckle. “I’m fine now.”

“You almost weren’t.”

Her wife exhaled, her fingers curling around Arlecchino’s hand, squeezing gently. “But I am.”

Arlecchino swallowed, her grip tightening ever so slightly.

She didn’t trust herself to speak.

Didn’t trust herself not to break again.

Her wife smiled softly. “Stay with me?”

She let out a shaky breath, bringing her hand to her lips, pressing a kiss against her fingers.

“Forever and Always.”

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WHY DID THIS HURT ME MORE THAN WRITING THE ANGST. I CANT DO THIS TODAY. This was also extremely rushed as my night shift starts in half an hour.

[mysteriaqueen]

i like this a lot actualy. quite a lot. you're so right in the tags btw. if the house of the hearth was disconnected from the fatui I bet wriothesley would send kids who were criminals to the hearth for rehabilitation and sit.. like they could get along so well

In my mind they are worsties

[everotten]

wanted to see this lesbian father before i uninstall again

[sisile]

Hi I am back

Nights as Arlecchino lol

[emberr-doodles]

Wow I drew Lynette again what a surprise, who would’ve seen this coming

/s

Props to whoever can guess all the character constellations shown

[incorrectfatui]

Don't have any quotes for you right now, but some more headcanons! I thought you guys wouldn't care about those, but you seemed to enjoy the last few so oh well, here goes

today: How do they press Pantalone for more money?

Starting off with Pierro: he doesn't really have to. He asks and Pantalone is too scared to say no. Actually sometimes he doesn't ask. He just takes it. Capitano: Asks rarely enough (because he "trusts Pantalones judgement & financial plan"), that Pantalone just gives it to him, on the rare occasion that he needs it. Only ever asks if he actually really needs the money, because he'd feel bad otherwise. Dottore: Bro tries everything. Threats, bribery, begging- it has stopped working, because he does it so often that Pantalone becomes numb to it. Has now taken to threatening the newer Harbingers for money, instead of Pantalone directly. It works with Childe, less so with Arlecchino. Columbina: watches Pantalone sleep until he gives in. Usually only takes one night. Actually he'd probably just give it to her if she asked, but she skips that step and goes immediately to the next one. Arlecchino: gives detailed reports as to why she needs more money, and usually manages to convince him. Some of her requests are straight up denied though, because Pantalone will not pay more magic show equipment, no matter how much she argues that it's for a mission. Tried petitioning the Court of Fontaine to pay her child support from the state, but no one voted in favour. Crucabena: got a lot of money to pay for all the children, and just never told Pantalone that a bunch of them died/got given to Dottore. She eventually just had a shit ton of money left over. If she *does* ask for more money, she waits until after Dottore has asked for an absurd amount, and immediately follows it up with much less money. Pantalone usually gives it to her, because he's already been exhausted by Dottore. Pulcinella: actually, despite what you may think, he (after Dottore) is the one who asks for the most money, to plan events in the city and such. Usually he threatens higher taxes for the rich, if Pantalone doesnt give him money, so he rarely refuses.

Scaramouche: he doesn't. For one, he thinks it's beneath him to ask a human for money, and for another, he doesn't really need it. If he sees something he wants, he can just steal it, he's already a criminal. Doesn't pay for food, so he saves a lot of money that way, too. Even if he DID need money, he'd just sell some trinkets he took with him from the Abyss. Sandrone: sends a giant robot to do the negotiating for her. Not because she wants to intimidate Pantalone, just because she doesn't want to leave her room. Whether it works is a 50/50, but if it doesn't, she'll just rob someone instead. After Crucabena/Signora/Capitano died, she raided their bank accounts, so now she has a lot of private savings. La Signora: Also sees it beneath her to ask Pantalone for money, but thankfully for her, he owes her massive amounts of favours, so she usually just has to insinuate that she wants to cash one of those in. Pantalone: is Pantalone Childe: Hasn't really gotten the memo that Pantalone wants something in exchange, so he usually gets rejected. However, he grew up poor, so the salary he has now is more than enough for him. ...if he didn't spend half of it on Zhongli. Was able to pass that off as costs for the mission at first, but Signora told on him. Now he owes Pantalone money.

[sorus-zine-bazaar]

the blueprints to madness: a fatui harbinger zine interest check and details

hello everyone! your favourite (i hope) moderator and zine addict soru is back with another zine for another fandom! the blueprints to madness is a fanzine revolving around canon and theorised fatui lore, and is set to release on september 10, which is the day nod-krai is set to release (aka we get snezhnaya lore!)

the zine is rated 16+ for themes of violence, human experimentation, abuse and trauma related to war and other things as seen in canon. as such, applicants are expected to be a minimum of 16 years old, as this zine is still sfw.

is wanderer allowed? yes, yes he is :)

crucial zine dates:

Applications: March 1-15 2025 Announcement: March 16 - March 30 2025 Work starts: April 1, 2025 Check in #1: May 1-10 2025 Check in #2: June 1-10 2025 Check in #3: July 1-10 2025 Final Submission: August 15 2025 Zine Release: September 10 2025

this zine is in a4, and will be accepting writers and artists!

writers must submit 1-2 works between 700-2000 words each. warnings for violence must be stated.

artists must submit 1-2 works of A4 size (portait/landscape) or A3 (spread page) with 300 dpi just in case you would like to print the zine out :)

[luhodon]

Took a little bit cuz my tablet was acting weird but here's 💧❌ as requested

[ffluv]

My small Harbinger series!

[xtealx]

i’m back in the fucking building

the world is mine i can do anything i want. here’s me x arlecchino and miko

[cheseely]

biblically accurate arlecchino !!! 🥀