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knavesflames · 1 day

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GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE ON THEIR ARLECCHINO PULLS!! I had 14k gems, no guarantee and a dream and I managed to get her and her weapon!! She’s finally home after two years

#arlecchino #genshin impact fluff #arlebina #arlechinno genshin #arlechinno x reader #arlefuri #arle #genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin wlw #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #arlecchino hc #arlecchino smut #arlecchino genshin #genshin impact arlecchino #genshin imagines #genshin impact fic #genshin impact fanfics

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daze4all · 2 days

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1. Imagine Arlechinno Adopted Aventurine

2. Also Lullaby Demo Sung with English Fan lyrics

3. Aventurine Full AMV My Way Frank Sinatra

The new greet the dawn

Lovingly you burn up

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Dear Traveller

Burn Burn Burn

Bright Bright Bright

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Child see the truth

Grow up before darkness overtakes you

The children are singing

Darkness is bringing

Sing & play peacefully, Always playing your flute

Let the old burn away for the new

Truths

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Portent

Protect

Ave Maria

God bless

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Portent

Ple

Fun crossover photos i found lol

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x reader #ave #aventurine x reader #aventurine fanart #hsr aventurine #yandere aventurine #aventurine #arl #arlechinno x reader #arle #arlechinno genshin #arlecchino #Youtube

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taraxavee · 2 days

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just a little guy and her drop dead gorgeous wife

i gave arlecchino a bit of a butler vibe cuz her title is knave i am Unoriginal. and signora definitely has that mob wife aesthetic

#genshin impact #genshin #la si #la signora x arlecchino #arle #arlecchino x la signora #arlecchino #la signora #arlenora #genshin redesign #/kinda

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knvarlet · 3 days

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arlecchino genshin impact…save me….save me arlecchino genshin impact

#art #original art #character art #fatui arlecchino #arlechinno genshin #arlefuri #arlecchino genshin #genshin impact arlecchino #arlecchino #arle

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cosmicpopstar64 · 7 months

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I like to think Arle uses magic for the most mundane things

#puyo #puyo puyo #puyopuyo #sega #puyoposting #arle #arle nadja #shitpost #carbuncle #puyo puyo carbuncle #puyo puyo tetris #madou monogatari #schezo #schezo wegey #schezo puyo puyo

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mermaidsscale · 9 months

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#puyo puyo #madou monogatari #arle #arle nadja #look at her go

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acheronstraprider · 1 month

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arlecchino is so sexy i want her to breed me thx

#arlecchino #arle #genshin impact #genshin smut #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #hi

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lagguino · 3 months

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Happy (Belated) Puyo day

#my art #lagguino art #puyo puyo fanart #puyo puyo #ringo #amitie #arle #arle nadja #ringo ando #fanart

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skeith-platinumprincess · 8 months

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Sega and Yoko Taro's game about arcade game anime girls, 404 Game Re:Set, just announced that they will be adding an official Namco approved anime girl version of Pac-Man!

It has also been confirmed that the next main story antagonist in the story of 404 Game Re:Set will be Puyo Puyo! Read below for the full details!

#article #articles #journalism #404 game re:set #Error Game Reset #404 Game Reset #Yoko Taro #Sega #pac man #pac-man #Puyo Puyo #Arle #Arcade

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asoulsreverie · 7 days

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I HAVE A THEORY.

We see none of the other children in/after this scene. What if it's like a rite of passage? The next 'King' being decided may be a duel/war to the death, after which only the one standing behind comes the so called 'king'

So now, Clervie being 'kind hearted' was obviously seen as a weakness, thus all the others target her FIRST. but Peruere protects her, until all the others are dead. That's why clervie barely has any wounds, but Peruere is covered in Blood

Which mean they were the last two standing. And since there could be only one person standing, and we don't know what 'Mother' would do if they 'ceremony' isn't completed, (we saw syringes so maybe they'd be tortured) One of them had to die

Clervie knowing Peruere would never hurt her, sacrifices herself, by walking into Peruere's sword, and hugging her, so they can be close even in her death.

AND NO I'M NOT OKAY BUT I SHALL PROCEED

So the 'pruning' of the plant was not only Clervie (while it was mostly directed to her), but all the other supposedly 'weak' children of the House, until only one survived

I NEED FANFIC WRITERS TO NOTE THIS PLS I NEED THIS WRITTEN MORE COHERENTLY

Also I originally posted this on X

#Clervie #Peruere #Arlechinno #Arle #Genshin impact #Genshin #asoulsreverie #Theory #Traversing Teyvat⛰️

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radiotraffix · 4 months

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i cant believe puyo puyo predicted the meme

#i literally had to post this before doing my intro post #it was just THAT important #puyo puyo #schezo wegey #arle nadja #draco centauros #arle #schezo #puyo

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knavesflames · 4 days

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Yes. Write it :)

As promised😌

Fem Balletdancer! Reader x Arlecchino ;)

Contents: fingering, in a public space but they don’t get caught, slight choking (a tiny bit), tears, praise, but very slight degradation (in a loving way) arlecchino is possessive (and lowkey jealous)

Word count: 1263

Nsfw under the cut!<3

Breathing heavily after yet another performance, you stare out into the crowd. You keep your face still, but your eyes can’t help but light up when you see the familiar figure front and center in the crowd, clapping loud and slow. She stays seated while everyone files out of the opera epiclese, her stoic face disrupted by the hint of a smirk.

“Very fun, love.”

You finally move from your ending position, letting your fingers gently bounce on your costume— a beautiful white lace bodice with rhinestones that shine oh so perfectly in the light, complete with a white tutu, because what ballerina can dance without a tutu? You grin a thank you, stretching your feet that are still clad with your pointe shoes.

Finally catching your breath, you hear the familiar clack of her heels walking across the floor and up the stairs to the stage as you take a seat on one of the props. Your ballet partner nods and hastily runs off, not wanting the potential wrath of Arlecchino, because what if his hands were too close to your waist for her liking? What if he held you for a second too long? Her smirk disappears when she sees him run off, a quiet mutter of “coward” under her breath as she walks towards you. Her own hands dance up your waist, her breath coming close to your ear.

“I don’t like him.”

You can’t help but roll her eyes at her jealous streak, one she’d never admit she has.

“You say that with every partner I’ve had.”

Her voice takes on a sharper tone, not by much, but you can tell she’s serious, and you can’t help but try to contain a shudder.

“They’re not me.”

You plant a soft kiss on her jaw as you reassure her that you do not, in fact, feel anything towards them. Her lips twitch into a frown, and her hand grabs your wrist, a tight grip that can only be possessiveness, her voice practically a snarl.

“It’s not you I’m worried about. I know you’re mine. It’s them. You’re gorgeous, and they get to be close to you. I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried anything.”

“They don’t.”

Her other hand moves to gently grip your chin, keeping you looking at her. She enjoys watching your face flush when she does it, and if anyone were to walk in, well, isn’t that a bonus? She gets to showcase that you’re hers and nobody else’s.

“They better not. I’ll kill them the second they’re too touchy.”

“Stop it—“

Before you can protest anymore, she’s only gone and bent you over the damn prop, a small wooden table. Your tutu flares upward, which earns a low, throaty chuckle from Arlecchino.

“You’re cute with this tutu. You’re lucky it’s expensive or I’d rip it off you. You’re not only cute, you’re mine.”

She feels your breath hitch as her hand travels up your thigh before she removes it, only to have it landing down roughly on your ass. Her fingers caress smoothly where the slap landed, soothing the sting, and my god is she glad you can’t see her and her wicked grin when you yelp. Her nails, long and sharp (you’re lucky she files two of them down), slice through your tights and leotard with one simple movement, causing you to whine.

“Arlie, these were expensive.”

“Shut up, I’ll buy you new ones.”

“But—“

“Would you like to cum? Then be quiet.”

With a whimper, you comply. With her one hand on your back, holding you down against the table, her other hand traces around your slit, so carefully avoiding touching you where you want to. Your hips buck back in an attempt to force her hand where you want them, which earns another slap on your ass and a yelp from you.

Your voice echoes around the now empty opera epiclese, which makes you so painfully aware of the fact anyone could walk in.

“What if someone comes in?”

“I’ll kill them if they do.”

“Arlecchino.”

“Fine. They won’t.”

With her fingers finally dipping into you, a soft moan leaves your lips.

“Good girl. So wet for me, it’s almost like you want to get caught. Lift your leg.”

Seeing your confused look, she taps your thigh, almost commanding you to lift it.

“You’re flexible enough. You can arabesque and développé everywhere. Lift your leg.”

You bite your lip, but lift your leg anyway, wrapping it around her waist for support. She knows you’re able to stay like that, and she relishes in how easy it is to touch you with your legs the way they are, so she uses it to her advantage.

Her fingers dip into you once again, teasing you mercilessly. Pretending like she’s sliding her sharp nails into you, making you whimper in nervousness, but she’s not that cruel. She slips two fingers inside of you (the ones with the filed nails, thank god), groaning softly when she feels you suck her fingers in. You let out a quiet moan that echoes once more as her fingers card through your hair, untangling it from the elegant hairdo you had while dancing. With a gentle flick of her wrist, your hair is wrapped around her fist, giving it gentle tugs.

Her fingers pump into you, slowly, then faster when your cute sounds only confirm you want to keep going. The hand in your hair tugs harder, lifting you from the table and pressing your back against her. Once she’s satisfied with your position, her hand moves. The hand once weaves into your hair moves to your exposed throat, squeezing gently and chuckling at your choked moans and the tears forming in your eyes.

“Not so scared someone will walk in now, hm? You’re so confident on stage, I thought you’d like someone walking in to see you turn into a fucked out whore. My fucked out whore. Do you hear me? Not his. He’s lucky I don’t rip his head off for looking at you the way he does.”

Her grip loosens enough to let you speak, grinning when she hears your cute little mumbles of agreement, feeling the way your pussy clenches around your fingers as she curls them, hitting the spongy spot inside you just perfectly.

Your tutu and your pointe shoes, which are still on your body (for a reason, because she’ll never admit how much it turns her on seeing you like that), are long forgotten by you. Your brain is focused on one thing, and she knows exactly what— chasing the orgasm she knows she’s giving you. Your voice rings out, stuttering and punctuated by moans.

“Cu-cumming, I’m-“

Her velvety voice whispers in your ear, her lips travelling down your shoulder before giving a quick bite that sends you over the edge.

“Good girl, cum for me.”

It’s all you need as you clench around her fingers and tremble, your position finally failing you. Her arm is quick to catch you before you fall against the table, her body leaning over yours as she soothes you, guiding you through each wave of pleasure. Her fingers pump inside just a little more, slowing to a stop before pulling out. Her fingers glisten with your slick in the stage lighting, and she moves her fingers ever so slightly, if only to showcase how messy you made her fingers. She smirks, her stoic demeanour almost back into place as she stares at you, her tongue flicking out to clean her own digits.

“You always taste so good, little dove. Want to go home and clean up, hm?”