your soul can't be saved for all the sins you've ignored . . .
and the devil is well aware he is adored !!
submission for purrfect tale's easter event
“ edit a mysterious / dark character. ”
ARLECCHINO TUMBLR LAYOUTS! holy SHIT i am so excited about this i love these so much. i haven't made layouts in weeks and the improvement is very real <3 i took inspiration from a style of layouts for the headers, like the style w many frills... so yeah
like/rb and credits appreciated!
NOW PLAYING: BLOODMONEY by Poppy !!
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Arlecchino Icon & Banner/Header Mask
req by anon on discord who somehow doesn't have a Tumblr acc??? helphdksjd
If you're REPOSTING, please credit my tumblr account!!
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What is considered reposting?
﹕Making a layout with my banner mask and uploading said layout to public for free usage or even worse, requesting credit to be given for the layout with not a single mention of my username
﹕Reposting the banner mask itself for free usage or requesting falsely-claimed credit for my banner mask
These can happen on platforms such as discord layout servers, pinterest, rentry, carrd...
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Arlecchin♡ Disc♡rd Lay♡uts !
Requested By ; N♡ ♡ne ୧
N♡ F╱♡ Tags Please !
Arlecchino Discord Layouts !
Requested By ; No One ୧
No F╱O Tags Please !
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ܢ ARLECCHINO fr. GI layout .ᐟ
cc, like or reblog if you save / use.
request are open.
icon + header + pinned gif.
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HC. ft. Arlecchino. Childe. Columbina.
tw/cw. mention of blood.
ARLECCHINO. She speaks to you gently, but is sure to hold her title over yours. It isn’t that she particularly believes herself to be smarter or stronger (even if she may certainly be), simply that she recognizes her position. You are not a member of the Fatui, no. You are a simple hand who helps her orphanage. She often remarks that you are too soft on the children. The world is not always with warm and plush hands for them to hold, afterall. However, the laughter and joy you bring to their childhood evades the frigid realm of adulthood to come. “They deserve a semblance of a normal childhood, wouldn’t you agree?” You ask, rosen cheeks raised in a smile. Arlecchino gives no answer, but oversees snowballs hurl without her usual reprimand.
CHILDE. He holds his hand up to the sky, golden rays lacing between the gaps. He remembers your coos to his siblings when they can’t sleep by the firelight. The eldest are always out, earning their wages with menial labor. The youngest listen to your stories of the world outside of the snow. His chest aches and his fingers curl to his forehead. He frightens you at times. Perhaps it’s the adeptus blood in your veins that can see through his veneer. Or did your fright begin from washing the blood from his scarf? He thought he had hid it, yet found it freshly folded on his bed with the scent of sweet orange. He heaves a sigh, pulling his lips back tightly. It was careless of him. Did you think you were doing him mercy by not saying a word about it? He will see you again soon and then he could explain.
COLUMBINA. Mystery wraps around her like gentle feathered wings. Her voice waltzes before you, enveloping your senses in warmth. Delicate fingers brush strands of hair off your forehead and cheeks, leaving traces of a cool blaze. Columina has lived for a long time. She has seen the death and birth of gods and archons. She has witnessed the rise and fall of nations. And yet, she’s taken a liking to you. You are a free spirit amidst the other boring humans. The others see her as fragile and yet veer away from her songs. Not you. You choose to harmonize. “Classically trained?” She repeats, inquisitive and close, “Does that matter if there is no joy behind it?” Her head tilts. A quiz or a question? Her hands come to meet your blushing cheeks, “Do you take joy in the songs of Teyvat?”
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