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#is this my usual quality? no but
edgeray · 1 month
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Arlecchino is a cold person.
(Arlecchino x Reader Blurb)
It's no suprise to anyone. It is simply an objective fact of the matter. She is aware of this. The House of the Hearth is aware of this. The Fatui are aware of this. It's ironic given the nature of her vision, but it nonetheless rings true despite the fire she possesses on her blackened fingertips. She is callous and curt, and underneath her skin there is nothing except frigid ice that envelopes her being like a fitted coat. She speaks with no warmth, acts with the absence of heat, exists in a constant state of cold emptiness--a state in which there is a void inside of her, as if sucking all that is human of her.
Years ago, when she was just a child of the same orphanage she headed, she had naive thoughts of finding companionship, someone who would provide the warmth she sought on lonesome nights. She was barely just an adolescent who dreamed of lying in someone's arms, feel the heartbeat of another so surely, it would remind her that she was indeed alive. For even the briefest of moments, she yearned for someone who would, if not shield, then distract her from the cruelties of this world. She had shed those foolish wishes aside. In the House of the Heart that she was raised in, such notions were admonished, in fact, the wishful thinking was one of the reasons she had nearly lost her life. Never again, she had promised to herself, when she mercilessly beat the backstabber. It was then that she believed when the time came, her tale would end the same way as it began for her: alone. As the years of being a Fatui, then becoming a Fatui Harbinger, hardened her, there was comfort in that view.
That is what she believed in. Until you came.
Iciness wraps her being. It is present in her expression, in her words, in her touch. But that is exactly why she finds solace in your being. Her vision could only grant her a synthetic flame, but, you, you're an everlasting hearth. She melts in your embrace every time she slots herself in your arms, as it feels like a kindling ignited in her heart. It is only with you, that she learns how warmth can be found in.
Arlecchino is a cold person.
It is why you, as a warm one, is perfect for her. You whisk away the most depraved thoughts, ease her of any emotional and mental turmoil, and you do not treat her with the same coldness as the world seems so fond of doing to her. You are her flame, the one that sparks her being and reminds her that she is alive because her heart beats with you, beats for you.
Except you are cold now. It is unfathomable to her how you can be this way when your entire being exists to warm her, but when she touches your skin, you are unbearably frozen. Your body does not tremble like it does when her clawed fingers ever so gently trace your skin. The corner of your lips doesn't quirk up into the usual small smile of yours when she appears in your sight, but they remain ever rigid like the rest of you. Uncharacteristically, your expression doesn't soften with her presence.
You are cold, just like her. And that makes her afraid. Her hand searches for it, prodding your skin for a familiar thumping that is nowhere to be found. You continue to stare at her, unblinking. Here would be the moment where you give her a beaming smirk and you'd cup her face tenderly as if she was glass. And she would let you, because you are her beloved, who has watched her shatter so many times before and wordlessly each shard back together, and it is for that reason that she would lean closer towards your touch.
Because you lie broken in her arms and her hands are stained again with the familiar color of red. Your eyes are glossy and gaze unblinkingly at her. Frozen. Even when you are covered in your blood, you are beautiful, she notes, but oh, so cold that it makes her doubt if you were warm to begin with.
She misses your warmth. Where has it gone? Or has it died along with you?
Her hearth is gone. And as she clings onto your form, her body wracking with a fear and desperation she's never known before, two revelations come to her: that there is no such thing as an everlasting fire, and even after so many years ago, she was right along.
Arlecchino is a cold person. And she will remain always cold.
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semisolidmind · 2 months
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ok hear me out—
(sue me but he was one of the only mfs in that damn place who wasn't tryna kill the player and i think we should have been able to save him. so, fix it au where y/n helps the gang escape and they live happily in a secluded house in the woods)
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crunchchute · 1 month
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My Sam & Max cosplay I debuted at a local con during the weekend!
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verflares · 9 days
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i thought i felt your shape, but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong, i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb, i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight.
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beybuniki · 2 months
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captains
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lazycranberrydoodles · 5 months
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hua cheng: oh god im gonna be meeting dianxia again soon i gotta act cool
hua cheng: [immediately infodumps]
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 30 days
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Alas, this beautiful dream could not last.
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mobius-m-mobius · 13 days
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#so unserious 😂💖
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blednokrov · 17 days
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boa in ink
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swedenis-h · 3 months
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ANH Luke (unaware of the horrors to come)!!
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solcarow · 2 months
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atomeja · 4 months
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marazhai as a coffee shop employee big thanks to will (@willvoiceit) for the voiceover
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esora247 · 3 months
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had the thought of sqh with glasses and wanted to draw it LOL
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genenatic · 4 months
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MKULIA WEEK DAY 3 : canon scenery
i saw the mkulia week post on twitter and i absolutely had to participate, combine that and julia being a baking master (and mk being baking challenged) and we got this !
+ a small bonus pining julia
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cornsarts · 5 months
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he doesn't get it
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craqueluring · 2 years
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will mimics hannibal swallowing his wine in 2x12! i couldn't believe it when i noticed this; he even makes a soft "ah" noise as if he swallowed wine too! (timestamp is 17:08)
his habit of mimicking body language/speech patterns is mentioned in the Red Dragon book:
"Often in intense conversation Graham took on the other person's speech patterns...Later Crawford realized that Graham did it involuntarily, that sometimes he tried to stop and couldn't."
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