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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 3 months

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~all creatures great and small~ (amazing illustration by the awesome @david-talks-sw)

“And just what exactly is it that you’ve been doing?”

Obi-Wan had to stop himself from giving his fellow Councillor—and friend—a rather pronounced eyeroll.

“You tell me,” he said without taking his eyes off his clamoring little herd, feeling rather proud of himself. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Mace came up to his side and crossed his arms, looking decidedly unimpressed. He looked at Obi-Wan, then at his rambunctious little friends and their merrymaking, then back at Obi-Wan again.

“It looks like you have been avoiding meetings all morning.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at his mouth. He carefully put his hands in his large sleeves.

“Have I?” He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing if he saw Mace’s no doubt exasperated face, so he kept carefully looking onward. “You should have called me.”

“You know I did,” Mace griped, valiantly ignoring the racket and still boring holes in the side of Obi-Wan’s face.

If it came to a contest of wills, Obi-Wan knew he’d be hard pressed to match Mace’s stubbornness. He turned to face him, and inevitably let out a huffed chuckle. Mace looked annoyed alright, but he could do nothing about the twinkle in his deep eyes.

“You,” Mace insisted, no doubt trying to maintain what he probably hoped to be a convincingly stern demeanor, “have spent all day corrupting our next generation instead of going over mission reports.”

“Really, Mace—”

A yellow blur careening between the two of them nearly knocked them off their feet. A beige, more bipedal one rushed right after it, bumping into them both with equal speed if not equal force.

“Sorry Masters!” the youngling yelled over her shoulder without stopping.

Obi-Wan had to cough into his fist to keep from cackling.

“Obi-Wan.” Mace said.

“She apologized,” Obi-Wan pointed out with a brilliant smile.

“You still haven’t.”

“What for?”

Mace’s control finally cracked, and he thrust an accusing finger at Obi-Wan’s innocent face, ready to give into a rare display of unrestrained aggravation. Obi-Wan quickly batted it away and beat him to the punch.

“It’s a perfectly good way of teaching the younglings patience and control!”

Mace blinked at him, his mouth left hanging open, his finger still up and now pointing somewhere over to the right. He turned slowly, and surveyed the bustling courtyard in bemusement. The half-dozen or so pufferpigs that Obi-Wan had let loose there were being corralled by three times as many eager younglings, clone cadets and Padawans, and the animals all felt entitled to express the full range of their feelings on the matter in a loud and enthusiastic fashion. Little Mari Amithest was still running after the particularly rowdy creature that had mistaken Obi-Wan and Mace for Rodian bowling pins.

Mace’s eyebrows climbed to previously undiscovered heights.

“What part of this,” he gestured incredulously, “is controlled?”

“None of the pigs have puffed yet,” Obi-Wan explained seriously.

Mace’s eyebrows were now on their way into orbit. A moment passed. Then, his expression of astonishment seamlessly melted into curiosity.

“They haven’t?” he asked, considering the whole bunch with renewed interest.

“I told you, it’s a proven method,” Obi-Wan insisted, vindicated. He pointed to the far corner of the courtyard, where Katooni was showing some of the younger children how to feed a happy looking unpuffed puffer. “My Padawan has taught that one to do tricks.”

The squealing puffer was hopping from one foot to the other before avidly sweeping treats from the children’s outstretched hands.

Mace was now looking suitably impressed. More careful study of Mari’s chase was making it apparent that the animal she was after was not distressed in any way, but was—rather mischievously—trying to run off with her sash clutched in its stout trunk.

“You shouldn’t let emotions cloud your perception,” Obi-Wan reminded him in a serious voice.

“Hm,” Mace conceded magnanimously, impervious to the teasing.

The twinkle of carefully contained amusement that had been present in his eyes from the start had won over all other sentiments. A wet snort had the two Masters look down at the adventurous pufferpig that had made its way over to them. The amicable beast was fixing them with soulful blue eyes, candidly inoffensive. Its stubby tail was wagging quite politely. Mace distractedly bent down to pet the expectant critter on its broad, squishy face.

“It wants to smell your lightsaber,” Obi-Wan warned. “They like crystals.”

Mace straightened and put a hand on his hilt.

“The Mining Guild didn’t pick them up yesterday?” he inquired. “That was on the agenda.”

Obi-Wan shrugged.

“They tried, but for some reason all the identity chips turned out to be unreadable. There’s no way to prove who these fellows belong to.”

Mace gave him a flat look.

“Hondo stole them from a Republic transport.”

“There’s all sorts of things on Republic transports,” Obi-Wan reasonably pointed out.

“The transport was chartered by the Mining Guild.”

“Hondo wiped the manifest during his hijacking. There’s just no way to know.”

“Your Padawan was there to escort the Mining Guild representatives.”

“Some mysteries can never hope to be solved.”

The pufferpig had taken to bonking its head against their legs affectionately. Mace, bowing to the undeniable strength of Obi-Wan’s ironclad argumentation, very seriously gave the tenacious quadruped another pat.

“They’re not staying,” he reminded Obi-Wan firmly.

“Obviously not,” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “The Temple would be a terrible environment for them.”

His friend narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“And you’re not making me spend my time finding them a place.”

“Honestly, Mace.” Obi-Wan gave the affable puffer a gentle shove, and it obediently trotted away to a nearby group of younglings and clone cadets who were already entertaining one of its siblings. Obi-Wan wiped his hands on his pants. “Naboo has very responsible educational farms.”

“Does it,” Mace said mildly.

“Including a recently opened one in the Lake District.”

Unashamedly petty enjoyment rang in the Force.

“Don’t come to me when Skywalker tries to send them back.”

“Who says I’ll pick up when he does?”

Obi-Wan loved Anakin, dearly. Still, he hadn’t yet quite forgiven his old Padawan for retiring—running away—before they could make him shoulder his share of the sacred responsibility of wrangling the Temple’s significantly increased youngling population. It was Luke and Leia’s birthday soon anyway.

“You’re stooping to deviousness,” Mace said, carefully neutral.

Obi-Wan gave him a wry look.

“Never. Revenge is not the Jedi way,” he said just as calmly.

“It’s them you’re supposed to be teaching,” Mace said with a short nod towards the unruly bunch. “He’s had his turn.”

Speaking of teaching…

“Oh my,” Obi-Wan said smugly, pointing to a boy who had taken to carefully levitating a surprisingly compliant—if a little alarmed—pufferpig, “that wouldn’t happen to be Caleb, would it?”

His fellow Council member was now pinching the bridge of his nose, his other hand planted on his hip.

“I must say, that young man is certainly very skilled at forming connections with animals. Depa must be very proud.”

“Just don’t,” Mace groaned. He whipped out his communicator. “He’s supposed to be meditating with Yoda right now.”

“That explains it,” Obi-Wan said.

Master Yoda was slowly ambling into the courtyard, looking quite pleased with what he was seeing. He poked misbehaving younglings with his cane as he walked, chuckling to himself when they yelped and hastily reached with the Force to make sure the pufferpigs stayed relaxed. The pufferpigs themselves were only curious, and in a sufficiently playful mood that the younglings’ offended squeaking was not enough to agitate them. Caleb had set down his floating puffer with all possible speed—and great care—at the sight of the venerable elder, and made ample and readily accepted apologies to the perplexed animal in the form of scritches.

Mace slowly put away his communicator. He pursed his lips.

“Obi-Wan,” he said slowly, “next time, just have them practice making friends with the stray tookas.”

That’s how his master had done it, and Mace had never had any problems with connecting with animals, large and small.

“Pufferpigs are much more even-tempered.”

It was all Mace could do not to facepalm. Giving up, he shot Obi-Wan one last dry look.

“Just do your damn paperwork.”

Obi-Wan watched him stride away, dignified and imposing. Of course, since he wasn’t exactly paying attention to his surroundings, with how focused he was on pretending he was above this whole situation, he didn’t notice Mari’s wayward puffer on a direct collision course with his legs. The poor creature, who hadn’t noticed Mace either, let out a terrified screech and promptly puffed.

The entire courtyard froze, watching with fascination as the inflated pufferpig bounced twice and slowly rolled to a halt. It made a sorry little squeak.

Resignedly, Mace closed his eyes and set to work on gently calming down the pufferpig with the Force.

The children loudly cheered.

#ficlet #mace windu #obi-wan kenobi #star wars #no order 66 #jedi order #jedi temple #my writing #yoda #caleb dume #katooni #loose sequel to my fic “villains and knaves”#Hondo stole the pufferpigs to sell them obi-wan confiscated them and now he’s not giving them back to the mining guild meanies

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thecoffeelovingfreak · 10 months

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

chapter I of and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest

Pairing: Teenage!Arlecchino x gn!Teenage!Reader

Genres: politics & law, angst (mostly light)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: corrupted legal system and government, mentions and discussions of said corruption, brief violence, brief mentions of blood, murder, and death; me trying to replicate how a trial would work if the circumstances are insane

| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | epilogue

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The damp and murky streets of downtown Brume de Lys left dark trails of water along your bare feet. The fog cast throughout the city hindered your sight as you ran, occasionally bumping into towering figures traveling home from work. The stained light blue blanket lying along the creases of your elbows was slowly becoming looser. Shouts and the heavy thumping of boots echoed from behind you as the sound of your racing blood filled your ears. Adrenaline coursed through you, and your body was shaking with stress and exhaustion.

As you sharply rounded a corner, you were met with the hands of your older brother grasping your forearms.

“Are you alright? What’s on your shirt?”

You brought your hands up to your eyes, much too frantic and panicked to respond. It was not needed, however, as the night patrol officers quickly caught up with you.

“Step away from the offender, sir!” one ordered.

Your brother looked at the man with his ever-persistent defiance, doing his best to appear intimidating in the face of danger.

“What have they done?”

“That is between us and the law.” the other spoke.

“If you cannot give me a reason to leave my sibling, I will not.”

The patrol looked at each other before one sighed and said, “If you will not obey, you will be punished as well.”

Your brother stared down the guards, his hands beginning to shake around your elbows. Time seemed to slow as a bullet of violet electricity flew into his leg, just barely scraping along the end of your blanket. His grip on you loosened as he fell spasming to the ground. The patrolmen raced toward you both, one roughly grabbing your upper arm and causing your blanket to fall onto the cobblestone sidewalk. The other turned your brother around and placed silver cuffs around his wrists. The civilians around you continued walking by even as you were both placed into the black vehicle of the third arriving officer. This was not an uncommon occurrence for them – every day people would be dragged either to prison or court whether they were innocent or guilty.

Every person in the nation of Fontaine would face judgment day, and every person would accept that system whether they liked it or not.

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Half an hour later, a young woman walked down the same street. A wicker basket of fruit hung from her right arm, paired with two loaves of bread. The slightly tattered clothes she wore blew around in the wind and her braided white hair began coming loose. The business of the streets was dwindling from when she first arrived at the market. The church bells began to toll as she noticed a darkened blue blanket lying in a puddle of black. It reminded her of her own waiting for her in a vast collective bedroom not far from here now, kept in a place she dreaded to return to.

A few coins remained in her pocket, jostling with each step she took. She had debated handing them back to the director, but instead, she decided that she would keep them hidden in the bread bag in her mattress. A simple excuse that the shopkeep had raised his prices would be enough to dwell the director’s suspicion.

A pattern of frayed black on the stone walkway caught her attention. The familiar feeling of bitterness grew in her heart again as she looked down at what was becoming the symbol of her city. It was no secret that Brume de Lys was becoming a display of corruption, at fifteen the girl could understand it better than ever before. The people of Fontaine were simply entertainment for their archon, and being ruled by such a tyrant ignited a mutinous flame in her. One day she would escape, not only the nation but the dismal environment of her orphanage.

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The steady sound of rain echoed through your cell from the small barred window in the corner. It was freezing in the dreary room, and you had no reprieve from the unbearable chill. No blanket was on the hard old bed, and you were alone. When you arrived at the jail the previous night you were separated from your brother. He was twenty and five years older than you. They sent him to a different location, and he likely wouldn’t even receive a trial. The officer's testimonies would be all the court needed to charge him.

A key unlocking your cell drew your view from the grey clouds outside to the blue-coated monochrome of the bailiff’s uniform. Her white hair was slicked into a bun with two cerulean strands flowing from it. She said nothing as she motioned you out of the cell and stood to your side. A small show of respect in the face of contempt. She guided you through the vaguely familiar winding underground of the court. The structure for residencies of law closely resembled the law itself – maddening, tricky, and intricate.

Large doors of mahogany lined in gold and officers stood before the courtroom. The bailiff looked apologetic as she placed cuffs around your wrists and grabbed you by the arm. If the officers cared about her actions, they did not show it as they opened the tall doors.

Your eyes widened at the display before you.

There were no spectators. No jury. No attorneys. Just a madwoman and her chief justice highlighted on a dais.

No one else would be in this room.

The archon’s eyes glimmered with delight as she sat with a light smile on her face. The chief justice’s face sat stoic, and regret and guilt sat heavily behind his eyes. Every step you took fell deaf behind the bailiff’s boots hitting the wood floor. She guided you to a small wooden seating area before the dais, as she moved to stand beneath the justice and to his right.

“__ __, correct?”

You looked at the chief justice. “Yes, Your Honor.”

He hummed briefly. “Please state your case.”

The only knowledge you had of a trial was from your father’s five years ago. Nonetheless, you stood up and shared what happened the previous night.

“On the previous evening, I entered the butcher’s shop at the local market. When I left twenty minutes later, I was being chased by patrolmen. I wanted to purchase meat for my brother to cook for dinner, and now I am allegedly a criminal. I was raised in what is seen as the dregs of the city, but that does not make me inherently transgressive. I did well in school until I could no longer attend. When my brother and I lost our parents in the same week, we grieved, but we worked hard to provide for ourselves. The money we made almost always went toward food and shelter. The night I went into the butcher’s shop I was looking to purchase a cut of sirloin to share with my brother. I waited for ten minutes before I was serviced. I happened to spill a bit of the blood from the wrapped raw steak onto my shirt as I walked out since another customer bumped into me. When I exit the building there was a person lodged against the side of the building holding their side and quietly groaning in pain. I placed my steak down and quickly came to help them. I tried to shake them, but by that point they were unresponsive. Before I knew it the patrolmen had spotted the blood on my shirt and the blood on the body and thought I murdered them. I may be many things but a murderer is not one of them. I simply wanted to provide me and my brother with a nice dinner, and now I’m in court over a misunderstanding. Please, Your Honor and Your Majesty, deliver an understanding verdict.”

Silence overtook the room once more as you sat down.

“Wow, Mx. __, that was truly fantastic!” the archon cheered as she lightly clapped. “I have seen many trials today, but this is by far one of my favorites! The way you spin it is a wonder.”

Your brows furrowed before the chief justice spoke, “Thank you, Mx. __. Please give us time to deliberate.”

Confusion and creeping fear filled you as the justice and archon left to the chamber behind them. The bailiff did not speak or move even upon their return a surprising ten minutes later.

“We have reached a verdict.” the justice voiced.

“Not guilty!” the archon cheered.

Relief was evident on your face, but she quickly picked up on it.

“However…” she started, as the justice side-eyed her curiously.

“Since your brother is sentenced to twenty-five years at the prison’s factory, you’ll be all alone. So, we’ve decided to send you to Orphelinat de la Fleuve Sinueux!”

Dread filled you upon hearing your brother’s sentence. He would be wasting away in the product of industrialization that is slowly deteriorating the nation. The people were paying the price for the deceit of living a higher life with better technology and instead of doing anything about it, those in power like the two in front of you left them to solve everything.

Indignation shone in your gaze as the justice closed his eyes. “You will be sent there promptly at noon today. The bailiff will escort you to your home and the orphanage in the meantime. You are dismissed.”

#and her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest #ahhbshc #coff writes for genshin🍵#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin arlecchino #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #fatui arlecchino #fatui harbingers #the knave #focalors #neuvillette genshin #genshin spoilers #fontaine

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scrion7 · 9 days

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oh no i made cleruere more angsty

So, Clervie was killed by Peruere because Crucabena wanted Peruere to become 'King' of the house, and Peruere wasn't really motivated to do that. But what if I made it worse?

During that scene when Clervie was patching herself up, Peruere implies that Crucabena was the one who did that to her. Knowing that, and considering Clervie's kindness, she'd want to do something about it. The best way to stop Crucabena would be to win the Toddler Battle Royale and become the next Knave, but Clervie is not really shown to be much of a fighter, and she probably knew that. On the other hand, Peruere definitely is. Therefore, Peruere should become the next Knave to stop the child abuse.

Problem, Peruere doesn't want to be the next Knave. Bigger problem, to be King, Peruere has to defeat all the other children, and there is no way Peruere would seriously fight Clervie.

QED, the best (ok not really best but certainly most angsty) way for Clervie to solve all of these problems is, clearly, impale herself on her best friend's sword, imply Crucabena was responsible for her actions to motivate Peruere, and then take herself out of the running for King by dying.

You know, normal things you do for your best friend.

Of course, Peruere would probably disagree, but Clervie's doing this for the rest of the house! Saving the world by sacrificing yourself is probably fine, she'd understand.

"The world means nothing to me without you!" -Peruere, probably

...yes, I've been listening to Honkai World Diva recently, what of it?

#man this version of clervie kinda takes after her mom #genshin #arlecchino #peruere #clervie #cleruere #new fic coming (not) soon:#lament of the knave #(if someone else wants to write this go ahead)#(I'm not very experienced at writing angst)

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awellreadmannequin · 2 months

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I think the more interesting read of Arlecchino is that the other Harbingers don’t like her because she (probably) killed one of them.

#genshin #arlecchino #i know people want her to be properly evil #but i think she resists a binary/evil distinction #because her actions are guided by an ethic of care #her concern isn’t justice #it’s whether or not the people of fontaine survive the flood #it’s the previous Knave lying to Freminet #it’s whether or not the children are crying #god i have to write a care ethics analysis of arlecchino when her quest drops

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pagesofivy · 1 year

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Okay so here me out… farmer/rancher/cowboy Katsuki who met you maybe a month ago in the local bar and things are going well, a bit fast, but well. You spend the night at his house every couple of nights. He absolutely loves waking up to you except this morning you were gone. He panics at first but starts following a weird little trail you left. Your pillow in the floor, one sock by the door, the blanket on the couch gone, the kitchen cabinet still open, his boots knocked over, the front door barely shut. Katsuki can’t help but smile from the porch even as the chilly morning air settles over him. You’re in the field petting a calf and talking to another.

Not quite sure it qualifies as a prompt but your thoughts?

oh god yes Katsuki opens his eyes and reaches over to snuggle, but the newly-yours side of the bed is empty and his heart swoops low to his feet - This was going well, wasn't it? Where could you have gone? Did you really leave without saying goodbye?

He closes his eye and takes a calming breath before shuffling out of bed and pulling on his pants and a shirt. Might as well get ready for his farm duties, if he's not able to cuddle with you in bed.

And then he notices a pillow on the floor and a sock by the door - too colorful to be his. Oh?

He puts the pillow back on the bed and shuffles your sock to the side, then leaves the bedroom, peering through the darkness. There's a light on in the kitchen, though no noise, but maybe you're there?

A quick peek in shows an absence of you, but there's a cupboard door open and your favorite mug missing, plus a stirring spoon sitting out and definitely used.

He looks to the next logical place and peeks into his living room, only to see the room empty. Your favorite blanket is missing and the screen door is closed but the heavy front door is open. Outside?

In the doorway, he slides on his boots, which had been knocked askew from their usual upright position amongst his more casual shoes - and your shoes are gone, so you must be outside.

He grabs one of his jackets for you and makes his way outside; you're not on the porch, but peering through the misty morning fog, he notices three shapes - two rather lumpy square ones that are definitely a calf and its mother, and one humanoid that is, without a doubt, you.

It brings a smile to his face and he watches fondly as you pet the calf, occasionally sipping from your mug and chatting; he can't hear what you're saying, but the hum of your voice carries to the porch and warms him.

You hadn't left.

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #farmhand!bakugo #rancher!bakugo #cowboy!bakugo #mha fanfic #mha drabble #twix writes #ariel #knave of hearts

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blazingblorbos · 9 days

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oh god. oh god. oh.. oh gosh. I didn't expect this so soon. I didn't expect this today, I've been busy with life related things so the HYV calendar is really unbeknownst to me, is this update really next week already?? where can I rant about this- whERe can I rant about this-

oh. I made a blog for that exact purpose ! OKAY—!

fuck. fuck me, dude holy-

FUCK.

the slightly worried look on Arle's face as Snezhevna is reaching out her hand, only for her face to seemingly revert back to cold and neutral once the camera actually focuses in on her. Her tone is cold but her words are reassuring,,,,,,,,

ALSO GOD FUCKING DAMN IT. HOW GENTLY SHE HOLDS HER HAND.

the d o o r. the DOOR. THE FUCKING DOOR, CHAT. the slow opening at first, and once you can make out that it's certainly Arle's silhouette she shoves it fully open - both doors, both hands. incredibly attractive—. the FEAR in that man's eyes.

The crossed hands. We can't see her face but you know what expression she's making (it's not really an expression. it's neutral but you can feel it). THE FUCKING F E A R ON THAT MAN'S FACE.

Oh- she literally just grabbed him by the throat. Just like that- ! There's the expression. Oh, you feel it, alright. If you go frame by frame, you'll notice her eyes narrow in the slightest right before ->

POV: you're getting chocked out by Arlecchino, and that's actually the least of your worries. (my god she is beautiful).

I did not expect him to simply be thrown down to the ground and I ... d i d not expect her to step on his FACE. [insert gay masochistic joke here. you know the one]. Did not expect her to smile (this is the ONLY scene wherein we see her smile even slightly... huh...) *And the reason I say "I did not expect her to smile", is because with the momentum we were getting I thought she was straight up going to crush his throat, or stab him (hand, weapon or otherwise). It looked like she was digging the forefoot of her shoe into the guys head and not the... .. y'know deadly fucking heel, so that.. confused me. (and the sound when she supposedly stomped his head in did NOT sound all that impactful) but ANYWAYS I digress-

I'm of course assuming more happened after the cut to black because . madam where did you get that bloodstain on you—

BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE!?!?!? (more on this in a second)

Freminet??? Freminet feature ! (not Lyney or Lynette.. interesting). :(((( the poor boy sounds so,, desensitized. His father

holy shit quick intermission. After the mental chronological fuckfest that was "The Song Burning in the Embers" I don't think I can look at Arle and the HotH the same anymore because she's.. she's like not even 10 years older than them (?) it's insane this doesn't make any sense- ANYWAYS.

HIS FATHER comes back with what we later see to be real blood on her face. Tells him "I've acquired new funds". We know what that means... HE knows what that means!!, and the way WE - THE AUDIENCE - know that Freminet knows what it means is because the boy replies "Oh.. Okay.."

LIKE-! chat omg this is truly just routine for them,,,, Like out of the 3 siblings, Freminet always gave off the biggest child assassin vibe, but wow. To see that routine and desensitized nature of the HotH's line of work just,, splayed out in a Character Trailer is . wow. and the look in his eyes as he says it is- wow.

YEAH UHH BLOODSTAIN ON HER FACE??/ The lighting in this scene now is evidently less saturated. And it's just- oh my FUCKING GOD it does so many things:

the blood on Arle's face looks... dry. it doesn't look as fresh as you may expect which could mean many things. It could mean she spent,,, hella long in there with that guy doing what needed to be done. It could mean she took care to something else immediately after dealing with the guy (perhaps smth related to the children Snezhevna wanted to save). But regardless it means she didn't put in the effort to clean her face and hide what happened. OBVIOUSLY !!! that is so . obviously her style but to S E E IT IN MY GENSHIN IMPACT CHARACTER TRAILER it's- oh my god

it serves to highlight the really, truly, bleak nature of the scene now that we know plain and simple Arlecchino just killed a man. There's no subtext, there's no reading between the lines. The only thing that didn't happen is that we didn't see contact nor see a body. But, no sugarcoating, Arlecchino killed a man. No one is hiding it. You are not surprised. No one should be but damn.

and ofc it acts as a representation of Snezhevna dying...

because it seems like the saturation is back once the camera switches to looking at Snezhevna laying in bed.

And is it me, or does it look like Arle's allowing herself to actually display a tinge of worry in her expression this time? And also, EVER so slightly in her tone as well. You can feel it, it's gentler.

"Once I'm better I'll start my next mission.."

THIS. THIS!! IN SO MANY WAYS THIS!

OKAY. so bear with me. I haven't actually read any of the sibling's character stories yet, so there could be a LOT of info I'm missing but:

There's still a pretty thought-provoking conversation going on (in MY mind, at least) about just how intensely these children are being trailed to be soldiers for the Fatui. They're obviously in an environment that indoctrinates them into being soldiers of SOME kind, but I still don't know what kind of soldier that's supposed to be. Are they all ALWAYS extensions of the Fatui? Or are they more-so extensions of Arlecchino specifically..? Snezhevna was obviously trying to help those children she came across, and I'm assuming that happened on her latest mission, so was the mission for a charitable cause?? What was her next mission supposed to be?? Same line of work? Saving people? Or would it switch up and was she going to be sent to "take care of" (kill .) someone???

So I don't know whether to interpret that line as a hint of them being overworked and 1) feeling like they need to continue their work out of pure fear that they'll be deemed ineffective and useless... or 2) feeling like they need to continue their work out of a sense of loyalty and duty to the place that took them in and raised them. Or both..

and ofc the funeral scene. I can't say much more than what's already shown right on the screen.

and am I bugging? Or is the location of the grave....

#LONG post #first of all. I am kissing Genshin Impact's (HoYovere's entire) artstyle on the mouth.#second of all #Erin Yvette #oh my god Erin Yvette.#the 'My child...' line.. what if I literally blow up the world I'm going to explode #Arlecchino is drop dead gorgeous in this. That's a given but what kind of gay person would I be if I didn't say it anyway #it's always a given with their trailers. A l w a y s.#she's so drop dead handsome oh my god I fucking hate gender #blazingramble #holy shit new tag wtf #I try not to do these on here often but...#meh. my blog #I needed a place to write it down and I'm honestly getting self-conscious abt using my discord server #I say the kids at the HotH are desensitized 'cause like.. it's FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE that they DON'T know!!!!#they can ACT like they don't !!! sure! repression is very real and these kids are exposed to a LOT of trauma. Yes #but they are NOT FUCKING IGNORANT about it #the older ones at least; of course the younger they are the more likely they're sheltered from the Fatui's violent practices #like Lyney Lynette Freminet and other kids their age are child assassins. Now I'm PRETTY FUCKIN CONFIDENT they've killed people #like it wasn't hard to believe before but (and remember I haven't read their character stories) before it was mostly believable conjecture #I can't get over the scene where she returns to the bed #Arlecchino #genshin impact #genshin #genshin arlecchino #the knave #Genshin the knave #blazingshitpost genshin edition #blazingshitpost #Youtube

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iwoszareba · 9 months

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so that diamond ‘thoughts abt your character’ thing. I enjoy writing the clown man so every KC I feel I have decent enough grasp on gets a hot take.

we are going with Knave as a companion bc that's the easiest option

I'm so sorry if you did not want to hear from him, some of his opinions are real garbage @dujour13 @commander-lariel @turbulentpumpkin43 @silversiren1101 @lairiend @angrygoatwoman @dmagedgoods @offsidekineticist @vulpineix @desnas @cassynite @spyridonya @undyingembers

Siavash

He is disgustingly sweet. And you think to yourself 'I can be a responsible adult and cut my sugar intake' but then you see that cookie box on the table and what are you supposed to do? Not take one? Or two? Or a dozen? I hate him. He is fun.

Lariel

She just radiates fear seemingly unprompted? Someone should get that fixed. For the sake of the crusade or something. Don't look at me, I don't know how nor am I inclined to. If the decision was up to me I would release the storm inside her to see what happens.

Zrise

He is so sour! And angry! Trying to get respect by being the meanest dog in the neighbourhood. But his bite matches his bark so it's all fine. And hey, I'm an honest fellow of honest pleasures so he can bite me any time he wants.

Ariadne

She is a hoot! Not many things in this world more exciting than a good explosion. And she provides those in spades. Surprisingly she also seems to like me? The other shoe will drop eventually I'm sure but for now I can just enjoy what we have.

Mino

I know she has chaos at her core, you can see it leak sometimes and it's glorious. But instead of indulging in it, it's like she's made an oath to try to be boring at all costs. Do you think it's Regill's influence? Can boring rub off on another person? What a terrifying thought.

Agria

This lady is on fire! Metaphorically I mean, I think she may end up burning herself, also metaphorically. But I have to admit I do enjoy watching the flames go higher (metaphorically and literally) so I'm here for it. Look at her go!

Oleander

Don't tell him this, I don't want him to start thinking I'm a possible convert but if I reeeeeeeally had to choose a god to worship it would be Lamashtu. I like to think we monster types have an understanding. Even when he is being all nice like a freak.

Salvadore

I feel like I'm supposed to hate him and I kinda do. Angel man with a stick up his ass. But then he does something unexpected and it's like: woah! Where did that come from? I'm begging you to show me more. I'm at the edge of my seat.

Theoven

Such a funny little guy! Like a cart on the path to a disaster no matter which track he picks. Honestly that's plenty enjoyable. And he has so much emotion in him, he should let loose more often! I can hardly believe he is related to Regill of all people.

Luthais

What a wet blanket of a person. Could you give us a single emotion? No? Okaaaaay I can drag something out of you but I don't think you will like it! Seriously, he is a piece of work. I get that he is doomed by the narrative but he could at least try to be funny about it.

Taro

Have you ever met someone who looks at a wild beast and thinks they can turn it into a friendly critter? I think that's how they look at me and it's extremely funny. But I can play along for a little while, why not. Watch me be the freakiest little azata.

Sparrow

She is like a box locked in a box locked in a box locked… You get the idea. I don't know what's at her core and at this point I'm not sure it's worth the effort. I'm still gonna try to get her riled up whenever possible. What else is there to do?

Kadira

It's comforting to see someone who got fucked up by Areelu just as bad. I think she should get angrier about it but hey. Good for her for having a semblance of emotional stability. Or maybe it's just an act? It would be fun to see her spiral. I mean that affectionately.

Lenarius/Leonosa

Not only is he all prim and proper but he also does not get annoyed easily. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with her! I guess I have to try harder? Really backing me into a corner here. Sigh. Maybe I should just kick back and take it easy.

#pwotr pals #if someone wants to do this for either of my boys feel free to and encouraged but i do not wish to impose #already feeling like a freak tagging everyone #and tumblr didn't let me to tag spyri and embers for some reason pensive emoji #oc: knave #his bias for chaotics is really showing lmao #writing tag

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liminalmemories21 · 7 months

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Get to Know Your Fanfic Writer

tagged by @cha-melodius. Thank you!

I was tagged by @bebx, thanks!

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

July 2021. This is not an indication of how long I've been in fandom. I've been reading since [ahem] 1998-ish. Just an indication of how long it took me to get around to committing something I was willing to show the world. Thank you pandemic.

First character(s) you wrote for:

Published? TK/Carlos

Unpublished? Umm, Merlin/Arthur Academic AU. And/or The Old Guard Academic AU. There's a theme here.

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

TK Strand, Carlos Reyes, assorted members of their families

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Hmm, maybe FirstPrince, or a 911 OG crossover. I do love Bobby and Athena.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Lonestar

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Nothing specifically, but I do really enjoy writing Carlos and Paul being friends and occasionally giving each other some hard truths. I also enjoyed exploring Carlos's relationship with his sisters in the S4 Interstitials - waiting to be joss'd so hard next season.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

TK/Carlos

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Hmm, I'm actually not great at tags beyond characters and specific content warnings. I guess 5+1,and then maybe Enzo, and canonical references to things like drug use. Wow, I really need to get better at tagging.

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3. I come from the days before AO3 and you will pry it away from my cold dead hands.

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

TK flips through the case notes. “All of these are Kist systems?” Matt nods. TK shrugs. “They found a security flaw. Once they found that getting in and out would be easy, no need to rock the boat.” He catches Carlos’s eye and gestures at one of the lists. “They took a Grandma Moses, but left the Cassatt.”

Matt nods, catching up to TK train of thought. “The Grandma Moses is easy to fence, good money but hard to trace just because she was so prolific. The Cassatt is unique. You fence that and people start asking questions.”

TK gestures at the handwritten list Matt’s holding “That list is the expensive shit that’s easy to sell, that’s what they came for. Anything else they took is personal or on commission. You had any hits on any of these things turning up on the open market?”

Matt shakes his head. “Every local branch has had feelers out, nothing’s popped yet.”

TK looks at the map on the table. “They’re probably not fencing where they’re working, and if they’re moving as fast as it looks like from this map then they’re making it hard for the Feds to track them.” He gives Matt a shark like smile. “Nothing is as helpful as an FBI turf war.”

Tagging @actual-sleeping-beauty, @strandnreyes, @rmd-writes, @wandering-night19, and @carlos-in-glasses in return

#writing #tarlos #knave-verse #911 lonestar

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sercphs · 1 day

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⠀⠀⠀⠀She looked away for a moment, and you all have devolved into degeneracy. How unsurprisingly disappointing.

#.. dash comm #the knave .. arlecchino #HELLO??#I WENT TO GET COFFEE AND WRITE A REPLY WHAT HAPPENED

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lonely-vault-boy · 1 year

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Tsaritsa’s Zoo!!

No but literally it’s just the harbingers (and ig regular Fatui but this ain’t abt them) as fluffy critters!

Scaramouche:

Grumpy kitty

‘Guards’ the office, but really he just takes a nap or wanders off

Hates people- will scratch them

Pierro:

Polar bear

Gets harassed by the other animals whenever they’re bored

Sometimes ends up at the bottom of a cuddle pile and doesn’t know how or why

Dottore:

Bird. Or maybe a fox? Perhaps a wolf? No one really knows what exactly he is

But he’s pudgy and has a bad attitude

He chases around the other animals and tries to pull out their fur or feathers

Sometimes he takes a shit on the fronts of guests’ cars. And Pantalone’s head. Just for funsies.

Columbina:

Dove. Pretty self-explanatory

Kinda hard to find since she usually avoids the guest

Usually huddles up with another bird

Capitano:

Dire wolf

Was rescued from an iceberg in the Arctic circle

All of the guests seem to really love him

He’s usually content to just sit around and be fluffy. Until it’s feeding time, and then it’s a bloodbath

Pulcinella:

Rooster

Once, a wild fox tried to break into his enclosure and eat him

He kept nipping at the fox’s tail until the director found them and took the fox away from him

Now instead of trying to eat him, the fox just kinda curls up and sleeps

If he built a nest for the sleepy fox, that’s none of your business

Sandrone:

Saber-tooth tiger

Don’t ask why, I can just see it

Likes to play with her food before eating it

Signora:

Arctic fox

Very luscious white fur

Very over-dramatic (she’ll play dead if her food is delivered even one minute late)

Bullies the other fox (but gets very angry and vocal if someone else is mean to him)

Absolutely despises one of the director’s friends- he usually smells like wine and literally what is his job??

Pantalone:

Weasel

Takes it upon himself to harass the other animals (especially the bird/fox/wolf thing)

It usually does not end well for him

Once, the zoo temporarily had to house some other animals due to a natural disaster

The owl pecked at him nonstop and the minx took every opportunity to antagonize him

He has a stash of shiny things he’s stolen from guests (this includes candy wrappers, but he doesn’t know the difference)

Arlecchino:

Raven

Aggressive bird

Will start cawing at guests if they stare for too long

Other than that, she usually keeps to herself

She is the other bird that Columbina is so attached to

Tartaglia:

Fox

Menace

Literal menace

It’s not even fully intentional

He’ll accidentally knock into something and it will start a chain reaction that ends up with the balloon cart on top of the polar bear

Causes 90% of the trouble at the zoo

He’s super cute and cuddly tho, so the director never gets mad at him

The newest and youngest animal at the zoo

He is baby. He is fluffy and he knows that he can get away with whatever he wants.

Once tried to steal ice cream from one of the director’s friends and accidentally spilt it all over the man’s suit

Sneaks in to the dire wolf enclosure and tries to act as big and scary as him

The guests just find it super adorable bc he’s a tiny baby fox

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allykakamatsu · 4 months

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A Father's Advice

Sometimes you're have a really bad time so you just have to hug your Father.

Story for this under cut, cause this is part of the KH X GI AU even if it can be viewed as it's own thing.

"Lyney, a word."

Oh... oh I was really hoping Father wouldn't say that. After everything that's happened the past few days, the last thing I need is trying to explain what happened to her, but, well I'm not getting out of it now I suppose.

"Of course," I agree as we go into a private area of the house, "I'm assuming you want a mission report Father."

"Somewhat," she answers as she closes the door, "the Traveler and her friends got me up to speed on most of what happened, and Lynette filled me in on the rest, but one part of both of their reports stood out, namely your confrontation with the Duke."

Oh... that.... yeah I should've figured this would come up eventually.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"I'm not asking you to apologise," Father clarifies as she cuts me off, "everyone made it very clear the Duke provoked you but, being controlled by Darkness like that isn't normal, unless I missed a case the only other example is that Sora boy. So, I just want you to tell me what happened so I can try figure out what's going on."

After taking a deep breath to compose myself, I nod and begin explaining. "I... a lot of it is a bit fuzzy admittedly but, when Wriothesley was taunting me, egging me on and making it seem like Lynette and Freminet were hurt, I was already seeing red, but when he told me that he was just messing with me for fun and being so nonchalant with their safety just for a sick kick, something snapped. A voice told me to rely on it to get my retribution, and when I agreed everything went black, and by the time I could see again I was being pinned down by everyone before I killed him. It... nothing like it's happened since but, I... I admit I'm worried, what if next time I get one of my siblings or my friends hurt-!" Okay Father is hugging me that's new!

"Calm down," she tells me as I somewhat awkwardly hug back, "I know this is scary but letting the darkness control you is just going to cause more problems, so just take a deep breath, I know you won't hurt anyone." Knowing she's right, I take a few deep breaths to try calm down, and once I've at least stopped shaking Father ends the hug.

"Good," she tells me getting back into seriousness mode, "now, listen to what I say clearly Lyney. I speak from experience when I say Darkness can be a powerful force to protect what you hold dear, but it is also capable of overwhelming a person. You need training, however I'll be back in Snezhnaya for a while and I don't trust any of our 'experts' to not hurt you, so, until I get back I'm giving you permission to stay with the Traveler's group."

"H Huh?" I ask in surprise, I know she said she liked working with Lumine, but technically we're enemies, I didn't expect her to give me official permission to spend time with her.

"After everything that's happened I trust her, plus that group contains a Master of Darkness and the one other person I know of who's in a similar situation to yours, staying with them and learning some things only seems reasonable," Father explains before smirking a little, "besides, I'm sure spending some time with your beloved will help cheer you up."

"F Father!!" I yelp in embarrassment as I try to hide my blushing. Her telling Lumine she'd be okay having her as a daughter in law was awkward enough why is this the one thing I'm consistently getting embarrassed over?!

"Heh, I jest," Father tells me as she opens the door, "now then, let's get going. It's almost dinner and I'd rather enjoy a nice night here before I have to leave and spend at least a week with those lunatics."

Nodding in agreement we both walk out and I can't help but feel at least somewhat relieved. Maybe this will work out after all.

#kh x gi au #genshin impact #art #fanart #writing #drabble #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #Lyney #arlecchino #the knave #arlechhino's a good dad damn it!#Sora mention #Wriothesley mention #implied Lyney x Lumine

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kizzesfrombat · 9 months

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Columbina x Reader moment from my fic! (Mild Arlembina moment) SLIGHT NSFW!!

With Arlecchino still on her shoulder in the warm, rose covered bathtub, Columbina sighed with contentment. Feeling Arlecchino’s warmth never failed to make her feel safer than she ever did before, even with her family. She could hear Arlecchino’s heart beating, it made her cheeks flush.

She chewed on her bottom lip, as thoughts of you swarmed her mind. What about you? What did Columbina think of you? Did she even know what she felt towards you? She did think about you and Arlecchino a lot, but what even were those feelings? She leaned her head back against the wall. All that she knew was that you were more than an underling to her, and she couldn’t explain why.

You walked in, that endearing smile still playing on your lips. Arlecchino still seemed pretty annoyed, but she did seem to have calmed down at least by a bit.

You offer your hand to Arlecchino but she just nudges it away and stands up on her own, you look away as much as you didn’t want to. You do the same for Columbina, she takes your hand, her own surprisingly soft, nails short and coloured pink with small white hearts on them. Her skin was slightly tinted rose at her knuckles, she seemed more lively than Arlecchino but she still had this beauty that seemed otherworldly. They certainly were an interesting duo.

You glanced back at Arlecchino, her pale body covered in scars, some more recent than others, which were left untreated and bloody. You reach out for the bandages and disinfecting spray.

“Would you mind if I cleaned your injuries?”

Arlecchino doesn’t say anything, she just lifts her hair away from the bloody wound. You dry off the wound before you spray it and tie it up with the bandage, careful to not make it too tight or too loose. Arlecchino stays still and silent throughout all of this, seemingly unbothered.

“It might be a bit uncomfortable but you’ll be ok, if you ever get injured again, I’ll be happy to help out!” Arlecchino nods before putting on her nightgown and leaving the room quietly. You look back at Columbina, who smiled softly at you.

“I’ll look away so you can open your eyes, I don’t want to make your life harder,”

She hums before letting out a chuckle. “I'm blind. Even if I open my eyes, I can’t see anything. I sense people’s presence based on noises and vibrations,” she replies.

You raise your eyebrow before the words slip out of your mouth. “Do you need help dressing up and removing your makeup? If so, I’d be happy to help.”

She thinks about it for a moment before nodding.

“Even though I'm used to it by now, I'd appreciate a helping hand.” She smiled at you and you swore you could hear your heart beating faster.

You glance at her carefully folded nightgown, it was light pink with lace at the bottom of the dress and it was made of satin. She had already put on her undergarments while you bandaged up Arlecchino so that saved you from quite… an awkward situation. You reach for the pink nightgown.

“Can you lift up your arms?” She nods and complies.

You drape the pink nightgown over her, she smiles and kisses your cheek, muttering a ‘Thank you’ tiredly.

As she walked towards her bed you noticed that the nightgown had a big bow on the back. You couldn’t help but wonder how she could sleep comfortably with something like that attached to her, but you had to admit she looked quite good in the nightgown. She never failed to look elegant and well put together even in sleepwear.

You changed into your own sleepwear, a cute strawberry themed set! It went really well with your pink bunny slippers, to your average person you’d probably look at least a bit foolish in this outfit, yet it never failed to make you happy.

Who said that people with fighting-related jobs can’t have cute accessories and like cute things? You flop on to your bed, sighing tiredly as you shut your eyes, hopefully after all the events that happened you would manage to get some sleep.

You tried adjusting your clothing. Maybe it was too tight… You tried switching sleeping positions to no avail. You even tried thinking about all your wholesome interactions with Columbina and Arlecchino you had today. Yet you just couldn’t sleep.You turn face first into the pillow before groaning into it. You were so goddamn tired, yet you couldn’t sleep. Insomnia was quite common for you, but you hoped that at least you’d sleep tonight! With Scaramouche always keeping you up, in more ways than one you were bound to get tired at some point!

After today you certainly needed a break, you’ve been running around like a fool all day! The first time it was because you ‘had to reach the hotel before night time’ according to Arlecchino, and as much as you knew it was true your legs gave out quickly. Arlecchino ended up carrying you while muttering something about lower ranked Fatui and their inability to do anything right.

#genshin impact #ao3 #ao3 works #ao3 writer #fanfic #writing #ao3 fanfic #ao3 stuff #genshin arlecchino #arlecchino #the knave #arlecchino x columbina #columbina x reader #columbina genshin #fatui harbingers #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you

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