romaritimeharbor

[romaritimeharbor]

throwback to when i talked about how arlecchino would kill dottore if he came near her kids like a protective mom cat (i ended up being right)

#✧— aphe's musings. #IT WAS A CONVO W/ ONE OF MY MOOTS BUT I DON'T RECALL WHICH ONE #fawn maybe? hmmmm

[romaritimeharbor]

you can NOT convince me that Arlecchino doesn't care about her kids. Nope.

#✧— aphe's musings. #FR #“she doesn't care for her kids!!!!” ok buddy.... *someone* didn't do her story quest 🤨 #either that or you guys really *don't* have reading comprehension abilities. but that would make sense for the Piss On The Poor website tbh #she loves those kids in her own little fucked up way and that is more than what can be said about the previous knave #i love you peruere!!!! i love you arlecchino no. 4 of the fatui harbingers!!!!!! #best harbinger fr <333

[romaritimeharbor]

i did it. i caved. i didn't study, i wrote 2.5k words of arlecchino going feral over her child going missing instead. there's also protective lyney, lynette & freminet in there. it's not done. it's already so late. i'm gonna fail my exam.

HELP.????? AVERY???!?!??!? AVERY ❓️❗️❓️❗️❓️❗️❓️

#✧— aphe's letters from avery. #my condolences for your failed exam 😔🙏⚰️ #WHAT IS. YOUR EXAM ABOUF #i remember you mentioned math in one of your previous asks..... it's a *math* exam??!??? #wishing you soooo much luck rn. let this be the easiest math exam ever fr #(funnily enough i am doing a math exam as i answer this 👍)

[romaritimeharbor]

like this ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️

ughhhhhh i'm supposed to be studying but..... arlecchino....... i want to write arlecchino.... maths is temporary arlecchino is forever....

REAL AS HELL!!!!! tests and school are temporary, father is forever 😇🙏

#✧— aphe's letters from avery.

[romaritimeharbor]

ughhhhhh i'm supposed to be studying but..... arlecchino....... i want to write arlecchino.... maths is temporary arlecchino is forever....

REAL AS HELL!!!!! tests and school are temporary, father is forever 😇🙏

#✧— aphe's letters from avery. #/J /LH PLS DO STUDY IT IS VERY IMPORTANT #but i feel this SOOOOO hard rn #i should be doing schoolwork rn because if i can finish everything today i will be FREE. DONE. #COMPLETELY DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL #but.... arle on the brain 😔 #arle syndrome. In which there is no brain only arlecchino

[romaritimeharbor]

My ask was referring to the "Artemis would let the world burn for her lover but Ambrose wouldn't" post. Because that line just went obscenely hard when I read it for some reason 🤌🤌🤌🤌

OHHH YES I AM SO VERY POETIC HAHAHAHA

definitely has to do with the fact that i have established ambrose as... Very Very Abnormal! and you would assume, based on their devotion to yaoshi and the way they have been known to behave when it concerns their aeon's will, that they wouldn't mind letting the world burn for a lover... after all, if they can adore a deity so much and be willing to bend to their will without a question or second thought, letting the world burn for a lover wouldn't even be a question, right? ...right?

and i have established artemis as righteous. the one who is actually normal and sees all life as having equal value. you would assume artemis would never let the world burn, even at the cost of her lover, because what person who genuinely believes that all life is equal and has value and contributes to the universe would let it all die just for one person? ...but perhaps artemis is not so objective and righteous. i mean, when she has lost so much, can you blame her? perhaps she is not so differet from the destruction.

#✧— aphe's letters from wyrm. #OC POSTING ON MAIN?!?!?!?!? #um um follow my oc blog @/express-archives 👍👍👍👍👍👍

[romaritimeharbor]

baby's worried that they made their dad mad :(

(spoiler alert: she is not mad)

arlecchino's SQ spoilers!

arlecchino with her favorite child, her heir, her first choice to be the house's next king (sorry lyney my love /p i am taking away your king privileges for this one 😔😔)

...and unexpectedly, her child stands in front of lyney, lynette, and freminet with a blank expression and raises their weapon to her. "i'm sorry, father," they say, unwavering despite the terrifying nature of her stare. "but i will not stand idly by and watch you harm my siblings. that is not the kind of person i am. i should hope you will be able to forgive me."

and in that moment she is certain. this one, this child. this is her heir, the one who is not afriad to stand up to her, the one who would protect their family even at such great risk (including their life and the potential loss of their relationship with her).

of course they get their ass beat but they DO manage to draw blood from her and that is impressive enough 🙏

afterwards, she goes to see them and just sits at their bedside for... a very long time!!! just talking to her beloved little one (they are not little bro they are like 16 or smth idk) <3

#✧— aphe's snippets. #behold: word vomit phase of aphe's writing!!

[romaritimeharbor]

arlecchino's SQ spoilers!

arlecchino with her favorite child, her heir, her first choice to be the house's next king (sorry lyney my love /p i am taking away your king privileges for this one 😔😔)

...and unexpectedly, her child stands in front of lyney, lynette, and freminet with a blank expression and raises their weapon to her. "i'm sorry, father," they say, unwavering despite the terrifying nature of her stare. "but i will not stand idly by and watch you harm my siblings. that is not the kind of person i am. i should hope you will be able to forgive me."

and in that moment she is certain. this one, this child. this is her heir, the one who is not afriad to stand up to her, the one who would protect their family even at such great risk (including their life and the potential loss of their relationship with her).

of course they get their ass beat but they DO manage to draw blood from her and that is impressive enough 🙏

afterwards, she goes to see them and just sits at their bedside for... a very long time!!! just talking to her beloved little one (they are not little bro they are like 16 or smth idk) <3

#✧— aphe's snippets.

[romaritimeharbor]

hoyo found another way to hurt me over la signora...

arlecchino's voiceline is hilarious, la signora was a RICH AUNTIE AUGHH. it's simultaneously pathetically cute and so sad that she was bribing the kids for love. im going to think about la signora at the house of the hearth forever now

#✧— aphe's admirations. #WHEN I FIRST SAW THAT VOICELINE I WASN'T SURE IF I WANTED TO LAUGH OR CRY OR BOTH #BC IT'S SO FUNNY AND CUTE BUT ALSO SO SO SO TRAGIC AND SAD #op this rendition will forever live in my brain #this is EXACTLY how it happened this is EXACTLY what happened <3

[romaritimeharbor]

Aph I'm bullshitting my way through this rn

İ feel like this doesn't make sense to anyone but me 😭 i used big words too pls

BUT Hİ HRU HOW WAS YOUR DAY pls drink some water mwah

IT'S OK IT MAKES SENSE TO ME!!!!!! I UNDERSTANF THE BIG WORDS idk what this was for (perhaps an assignment?) BUT it does make sense to me, if that is of any consolation haha <3

HIIIII MY DAYS HAVE BEEN RATHER GOOD!!!!!!! i do and will. i drink so much water fr ❗️❗️❗️ but please make sure you do the same! but anyway, how are you?? 🫶

#✧— aphe's letters from alyssa.

[romaritimeharbor]

Pure poetry, Aphe.

Pure

Poetry 🥺

i am so very poetic all the time real and true (<- does not know what post this ask is referring to)

#✧— aphe's letters from wyrm. #/LHHHH

[romaritimeharbor]

aphe aphe aphe aphe angstpril almost done rahhhhh

YEAHHHH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU BTW COMMITTING TO THAT KIND OF THING IS INSANELY DIFFICULT BUT I HAVE SEEN YOU POST LITERALLY EVERY DAY????? WHICH IS SO COOL RAHH <333

#✧— aphe's letters from toast.

[romaritimeharbor]

rip clervie you would have loved lord barbatos 😔🙏

#✧— aphe's musings. #genshin impact #clervie

[romaritimeharbor]

lovely!!! i have an idea for you!!

imagine if you will.. house of the hearth reader. they’re quite close to arlecchino, and arlecchino is very fond of them. she sees a little bit of herself whenever she looks at them, so it’s a surprise to no one when she tells them they are her choice for the next director, her successor. now imagine what would happen should they betray the fatui.

maybe they tried to leave peacefully, quietly cutting ties with their old life and vanishing into the night. maybe they were subtle, working as a double agent and feeding intel to the fatui’s enemies before they were exposed. maybe they had to go against their old ‘siblings’, fighting tooth and nail to escape their past.

maybe they weren’t so lucky. maybe they were caught. maybe they were dragged before arlecchino, and pronounced as a traitor.

how would she react to that? they were the last person she would have expected. they were her successor, her favoured child. she had given it all to them; power, status, skills. and this is how they repay her? there’s anger, and that it what she clings to. she puts on a mask of fury at their actions, if only to disguise the heartbreak that almost shatters her at seeing her child betray not just the fatui, but her.

anyway just a thought :D

AVERY. AVERY. AFTER DOING HER SQ I PROMISE YOU THIS THOUGHT HAS BECOME SO FASCINATING AND SO ENDEARING. IT WAS ALREADY INTERESTING BEFORE BUT NOW I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT ARLE WOULD DO. AND I KNOW EXACTLY HOW I WOULD WRITE HER IN THIS CONTEXT. I NEED TO DO THIS ASAP.

I SPECIFICALLY WENT LOOKING FOR THIS ASK BC I JUST FINISHED HER SQ AND I WAS LIKE HOLY FUCK THIS IDEA!!!!

#✧— aphe's letters from avery. #HAVE YOU DONE/SEEN IT YET????? #BECAUSE. OH MY OH MY

[romaritimeharbor]

arlecchino's SQ spoilers!

DUDE. THE SYMBOLISM OF ARLECCHINO SITTING IN THE SHADOWS, THE "DARKNESS" OF THE HOUSE OF THE HEARTH THAT RUNS SO IMPOSSIBLY DEEP TO WHICH SHE IS CHAINED BECAUSE SHE IS THE KNAVE NOW AND SHE CANNOT LEAVE, WHILE CLERVIE BURNS AWAY IN THE SUN AND ATTAINS THE FREEDOM SHE WANTED SO DEEPLY. I AM SO INSANE RIGHT NOW THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL DUDE.

and holyyy shit dude. guys. hello? i am so abnormal right now. the fact that arlecchino was LOOKING for another way to let her children go without technically breaking the rules--that was her experiment with dottore, the secret one that lyney mentioned, no? it was the extraction of the flames in her body and their memory-expelling capabilities. the "execution list" IS an execution list. but it also isn't!!!!!! because technically the agent of the HOTH dies, but the person is reborn anew.

idc what ANY OF YOU SAY that woman cares about her children 😇🙏 why the hell else would she deliberately try to find a way to "kill" them so that they may be free? Guys???????? GUYS?!?!?!??!

also the fact that she definitely could have absolutely BLAZED the traveler in that fight but didn't. pretty sure she was going easy on them tbh. also you all have no idea how excited i am that the traveler LOST dude i am so happy!!!!! this means that the top 3 harbingers will ABSOLUTELY fucking WRECK the traveler if they ever butt heads RAHHHHHHH no more plot armor for you, aether <3

#✧— aphe's musings. #hyv COOKED on this sq #arlecchino #fatui #fatui harbingers #i am so normal about arlecchino (lies)

[romaritimeharbor]

OH CLERVIE YOU ARE SO ANEMO VISION CODED. RIP CLERVIE YOU WOULDVE LOVED VENTI AND HIS PEOPLE 😔🙏

LYNETTE IS SO FUNNY I LOVE HER HAHA

#✧— aphe's musings.

[romaritimeharbor]

BLEED. — in which the Knave attends to her wounded little sibling.

— trigger & content warnings. depictions of injuries & blood, descriptions of violence, implied murder. 1.4k words.

— pairings & notes. hurt/comfort. arlecchino & younger sibling!reader. reader is a member of the fatui. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns). arlecchino is referred to using her real name.

— author's notes. arle <3

       "Oh, you— you came."

       Their surprise was evident, written all over their features as they stared up at the Harbinger. The eerie, echoing click of her heels cut through the silence that, upon her entry, had befallen the Fatui's medics. The microexpressions on her face—brows furrowed inwards, gaze focused on nothing else but them, and lips pointed vaguely downwards—promised a fate far worse than death for anyone who dared to interrupt her.

       Arlecchino was a calm, even-tempered woman...

       ...That is, she was a calm and even-tempered woman when her beloved little sibling was both safe and well. However, the blood soaking through the bandages wrapped around the lower half of their torso made it clear that they were not well. Safe, yes, but well? That, they most certainly were not.

       Her tall stance cast a shadow over their body. Perhaps if they were anyone else, they would currently be fearing for their life... but as they gazed up at her with a meek smile, it occured to them that they were definitely concerned (though undoubtedly in a far more lighthearted way than any other person would be).

       "You look so scary like this," they giggled timidly, snapping their gaze away and looking anywhere but at her. Subconsciously, their fingers fidgeted with the blanket draped over their legs. "Don't be mad... I messed up a bit. You know. Things— things happen..."

       Arlecchino sighed, cutting them off: "Are you wounded anywhere else, [Name]?"

       "No. Just there."

       "I see," she muttered thoughtfully, rolling up her sleeves. The inky darkness of her curse pulsed and spread, crawling further up her arms than it usually did—they couldn't help but frown slightly. Nonetheless, they said nothing of it. She would surely brush them off and tell them to worry more about themselves if they did.

       Arlecchino turned to the nervous agents in the room; the second they did, everyone immediately tried to appear busy, whipping their bodies away from the direction of the Knave and her baby sibling with such speed that it surely gave a few of them whiplash. "You all are dismissed."

       'Get out. Now.'

       With polite acknowledgments to her unspoken command, heads bowing to the Fourth, the Fatui's medics were quick to leave, urgency evident in their speedy steps. Anything they had been working on was long forgotten and left behind; certainly, the soldiers were unconcerned with their work. If anything, the only thing they were concerned with was getting away from Arlecchino. It wasn't very difficult to understand why.

       No agent wanted to so much as imagine what might happen if they were to somehow invoke her fury, especially now of all times.

       Once the final agent had left, and the heavy double doors shut—shockingly without any echo; perhaps the medics were afraid that even closing the door forcibly enough would agitate the Harbinger—their eyes shifted upwards.

       "Peruere..." they murmured softly, straightening their spine somewhat and removing the blanket from their legs so that they could gingerly swing them over the side of the bed. They wished not to agitate their wound further—it still throbbed and ached, so they knew that one incorrect move would render them doubled over in pain. Their elder sister took notice of their enhanced caution.

       "Did they give you any medication yet?" Arlecchino—Peruere, rather, inquired. She turned away from them briefly, speedily shuffling through the medical supplies on a nearby table. Scissors, gauze, antibacterial ointment...

       "They tried, but nothing worked... well enough, that is. My fever has gone down since I arrived and it hurts slightly less, but it just hurts far too much for any of their weaker painkillers to be effective. This base isn't well-equipped to handle wounds like this."

       Even breathing was a chore, really; each time their chest rose and fell, painful sparks clawed through their skin, originating at the gash in their side.

       "Hm." Her face twisted and soured somewhat. "...I suppose I have no choice but to speak to the Doctor once we return to the Motherland, then."

       Peruere then began thoroughly scrubbing her hands with special attention to the underside of her nails in one of the medical sinks, as to ensure that she did not cause any kind of infection to fester in their wound.

       Their breath hitched, and they immediately went on to frantically ask, "Aren't you busy? You don't have to come with me. I can return by myself, it really isn't a big deal... even if that means talking to him—"

       "No." Her eyes shifted to their direction (and for a moment, she couldn't help but think that they looked a little bit like a kicked puppy—dejected and pouty, as if they had somehow upset her). The Knave's tone softened slightly. "No. I do not trust the Doctor around you, nor do I trust these agents to ensure your safety. You are injured. I am the only one who can ensure no harm will befall you."

       "I can defend myself," they asserted. "I'm your sibling, you know."

       "I have no doubt that you can," she softly assured, drying her hands with a clean towel. "However, at the moment, you are in no condition to fight."

       With that, she collected the necessary items and walked back towards their bed. Setting all but the scissors aside, she kneeled down, and began cutting away at the gauze.

       "Did they clean your wound?"

       "Yes."

       She hummed in ackowledgement.

       Peruere's gaze softened somewhat at the sight of their wound—still wet with blood, the perimeter of the wound lined in matte crimson. She observed the way their stomach heaved with each breath.

       Scorching flames burned in her veins. Had she not known any better, she would resolve to deliver a fate far worse than death to whoever did this, to personally escort them straight to the lowest circle of hell and splatter their guts across the floor.

       (She awaited and anticipated the day that the Doctor somehow, in some way, brought harm to her sibling. Should that day ever arrive, she would finally have a reason, an excuse, to reunite him and the previous Knave.

       Peruere was patient. She could wait.)

       ...She did know better, however, and her sibling was just about as much of a force as she was.

       Whoever did this was certainly already well-acquainted with the devil.

       After squeezing some of the antibacterial ointment onto her fingertips, she gingerly spread it across the area of their wound.

       They grimaced somewhat, body instinctively snapping away from her hands. Peruere's freehand shot out to grab their hip with enough pressure to keep them in place but not enough to hurt them any further.

       "Shh. Be still."

       "But it stings," they whined, shooting her an accusatory glance; there was a glimmer of mischief in their glazed eyes, however, and she immediately understood that whatever they were going to accuse her of was unserious in its nature. "You're making it hurt on purpose."

       At that, the Harbinger rolled her eyes. It was clear that there was no true agitation behind the gesture.

       "No, it doesn't, and no, I assure you that I am not," she replied calmly, continuing to spread the ointment to ensure that every part of the injury was adequately lathered. "I put nothing on it that would make it hurt. Don't be dramatic."

       "Ahh... you're so mean, Per..." they sighed dramatically. "So terribly mean to your beloved, wounded baby sibling~"

       She chose not to feed into their mischief. Instead, she began winding the gauze around their body. Once she felt that it was properly wrapped—covered with enough layers to keep dirt and debris out of their flesh and blood—she pulled. "Is this too tight?"

       A soft hum rose from their throat as they inhaled as to ensure that it really wasn't too tight, even when they breathed deeply. "No. The pressure helps with the pain, actually."

       The Harbinger nodded, securing the end of the gauze. She then rose—though not fully, and rather bent at the waist somewhat to meet them at eye-level. The hand that was void of any residue from the cream softly carressed their face.

       Her pupils bore into theirs, thumb rubbing back and forth across their cheekbone. She was mindful as to avoid scratching them with her nail. Though she often told others not to gaze into her eyes for too long—'What you see may not be very pleasant,' she would say—they seemed to be an exception.

       In her eyes, as most do, they saw destruction, death, and madness. In them, it did not induce fear. It made them feel safe.

       And perhaps that made them no less mad then their elder sister was.

       That fate, however, was one that they were content with.

       The Knave withdrew, though not before placing a tender kiss on the crown of their head.

       "Rest now. We will depart for Snezhnaya when you awaken again."

please consider supporting your creators by reblogging & leaving a kind tag or comment!