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lovesickeros · 4 months

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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

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qlala · 6 months

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giving myself an idea for a new fic and trying to stealthily open a blank word document but the tiny edna mode that i installed in my brain for exactly this reason immediately wakes up from a dead sleep and begins smacking me over the head with a rolled-up newspaper

#she doesn't know about tumblr tags though!#anyway. leonard finally accepting that mick is right and he's obsessed with the flash #but obviously just the idea of him #so to cure himself of this he starts shadowing barry around his daily non-flash life #and breaks into his apartment and goes through everything in minute detail #because surely this will put len's temporary insanity to rest #by proving to his own brain that barry allen is just Some Guy. he's boring. even worse: he's twenty-six.#but obviously it backfires #and len finds himself scowling at the salt-and-pepper shakers that iris west made for barry in a high school ceramics class #and they're totally mishappen and leaking salt and pepper from the bottoms but barry still has them loyally out on his table #he finds a box of milkbones in the pantry and hopes it's some puppy play kink that len can mock him for #but no it's because his elderly neighbor's dogs gets loose once a week and barry always helps her go round them up #when len DOES find the kinky things they're expensive and well-researched and depressingly right up len's alley #and len ends up just as obsessed with barry allen as he is the flash #he gives up and steals the salt and pepper shakers and swaps them for a cardboard set from the grocery store #with a note inside the salt shaker that gives barry an address and a time for that saturday night #and a p.s. that says to bring the silk rope

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jinmaeda · 1 year

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Birthday bun!! She turns 5 today 🥳🥳

#i bought her a giant cardboard box and she’s going ham on it rn lol #matcha.jpg #bunblr #rabbit

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garrothstiddies · 1 year

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fixing mystreet kc isnt enough i need her to permanently die onscreen

#i just remembered mys kc & my god. wish i didnt #mcd kc i can tolerate but #mys kc was so creepy & gross & it was like 'it was because im lonely' shut up catgirl go back to ur wet cardboard box #if her arc ended with realizing what she did was harmful & problematic i would b ok #but no it ended with 'oh she has a bf now everyone is happy lets never address it again'#aphmau #aphblr #mystreet

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deus-ex-mona · 7 months

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agshdhdhshsbs chair deoxys is hugeeeeeeeee (lxl for scale)

#he came in a hugeeeeeee cardboard box in a huge plastic bag (and a tiny bag with my goomy earrings in it)#im so b b i ng he’s like half my size fr #if i held him up face to face with me his arms would go nearly all the way down to my knees..#he’s h u g e e e e e e i love him already he’s my wife now #was having a p bad week but seeing h i m. just. made everything feel worth it #(also i just wanna brag about my bigger small goomy for a bit. look at he!!!! i caught him in a claw machine in 2 tries~~~ he cute)#i wonder what my mother would say when she sees deoxys lmfaoooooooooooooooo

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pomegranarchy · 8 months

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Wordsmith haircut reveal!!!! Jsjsjjs

Who doesn't love a cringefail woman?

Wordsmith suffering while being pokes by hornet? Perfect

Wordsmith holding the hand of Hollow and wanting to go home? 👌

she's so lame and trying her best. and yeah! short hair lady :] probably will have grown out to her shoulders by time she actually shows anyone her face pff

she's going to be adopted by this family one day mark my words. in the far future past tumultuous waters and hours of me scrolling through a thesaurus for chapter titles. and taking a jackhammer to a wall of writer's block more than once

i want to draw her face so bad you have no idea. ive entertained the idea of her being a relative to another oc of mine simply bc of their similar appearances and general cringefail miserable living

both of them get taken in and pitied by rich immortals who sponsor their wellbeing. normal ass humans thrust into unfamiliar magical scenarios

#wordsmith is a sopping wet cat to me. spiritually. shes extremely capable but shes not going to be happy about it #michael is a himbo whos been drenched and left in the rain like a forgotten cardboard box he is exactly as pathetic as he appears #if they ARE related its probably cousins thrice removed or some such #since wordsmith has a decently large family #and was familiar with cousins aunts uncles etc #meanwhile michael is a very isolated man with just his aunt and adopted cousin #he cut off his mom for good reasons.#or maybe he's just part of that family that drifted away and no ones heard from in decades #michael and wordsmith point at each other like spiderman meme #im getting off track i think.#time for actual proper tags #hollow knight fanfic #hollow knight #hollow knight ocs #ask #hyaf #have you any faith?

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daughterofsarenrae · 1 month

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Has anybody made any good ferret enrichment? Specifically something that encourages chewing & shredding. Sparrow keeps destroying her beds and ive got some ideas for stuff but i wanna know what other people have done for some inspiration

#im HOPING she will like a dig box since robin refused to engage with it so i didnt buyba Big Tub for nothing #she adores gnawing on velcro so im gonna go get some velcro tape after work #my main concern is eating stuff. she hasnt so far but its not a risk i wanna take #i have a hollee roller im prob gonna stuff with fabric scraps or smthn but idk if that will entice her #and i have some nina ottoson puzzle toys but those dont really get at that destructive urge #ferrets #i have. copius access to cardboard #and i can prob steal some enrichment material from work too if i need to #also cat/dog ideas can prob be modified as long as theyre ferret safe #so like. no paper towel tubes. no veggie shredding material. etc

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wolverinedoctorwho · 1 year

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been thinking about what The Glass Menagerie would be like if it was set in 2023.

Laura's life would probably be the most dramatically improved. She could deal with her social anxiety by just. Making friends online. She could have a discord boyfriend. She could find a job or get a degree online. She would have a tumblr blog called "blueroses" with the title "My Glass Menagerie" that was just pictures of her glass figures and occasionally an audio post with a song from one of her dad's records (or cassettes, or CDs, or whatever).

Amanda...honestly there's like a 50/50 chance she wound wind up in a pyramid scheme, considering the whole "selling magazine subscriptions" thing. But I feel like she'd still worry about her kids finding their place in the world. She'd worry about Laura not spending enough time outside, maybe she'd have some reservations about finding Laura a husband IRL. Maybe she'd get onto Tom for being on that damn phone so much.

For Tom, in this au i'm imagining him still working his minimum-wage job, but rather than writing poems on shoeboxes he's got a blog or something to post them on. Maybe even a niche following. Honestly not much of his life would change, because the whole "working a dead-end job, living with my family, desperate to go out on my own" thing is uh. Pretty timeless. Even when he leaves at the end (we're assuming the events of the play still happen as they originally did, even if the circumstances are different) it's not quite as sad, because Amanda and Laura have a better chance at supporting themselves than women would have back then.

Jim's a weird one because I feel like his life would also stay the same, except since we're setting this in 2023 he DEFINITELY has a self-help/positivity/motivational instagram. Wannabe influencer vibes. Despite the fact that he is working at the same place Tom is, but higher up the chain (like a manager or something). Dude totally has a podcast.

Nothing needs to change with Mr. Wingfield. People still work for telephone companies and run out on their families.

The fact that social media would exist in this AU does allow for some interesting commentary. Maybe Tom has a twitter where he posts his poems? Maybe Laura got cyberbullied in high school? How would the added visibility and connection to the world affect the Wingfields, whose suffering is largely due to how isolated they are in the original play? How would the lessened limitations on women in the workplace today compared to the 20s-30s affect the plot?

(Projecting my own interests here but I also think she would relate to Bocchi the Rock. Puking on the floor on your first day of typing class 🤝 performing your first concert in a cardboard box and regularly climbing into trash cans.)

#ok to reblog #the glass menagerie #feel free to share your thoughts!! i'm coming at this from the perspective of someone playing laura in a local production #but maybe there's folks out there with a more in-depth understanding of the material who'd wanna share their thoughts?#(Projecting my own interests here but I also think she would relate to Bocchi the Rock.#Puking on the floor on your first day of typing class 🤝 performing your first concert in a cardboard box)#(i'm not SAYING she would watch anime i'm saying if she DID and she saw BOCCHI she'd go 'omg she's just like me fr!!')

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fawnarchive · 7 months

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I think it's pretty clear you love Jingliu so care to share your thoughts on her as a whole?

MARTH. MARTH. I AM ABOUT TO BE UNBEARABLE. well. to non-hsr players take this as a quick summary as to what happens in my girls lore.. spoilers for her character stories and companion quest! i got carried away,

I love her a lot because there is just so much tragedy within her story and you can truly see how much she just. cares, if that makes sense. Jingliu is someone who's experienced so much struggle and heartbreak since she was a young really caught my attention: the image of her really just watching as everything around her falls apart, as countless die and then when she wakes up being given that sword and just being told 'THIS is what you can do. this is how you speak of that anguish in you' just immediately made me so. adsflkj its so sad.

AND THEN THE FACT SHE JUST KIND OF STAYS LIKE THAT. for the longest time jingliu is just static in that grief, consumed by it, this combat and pain the only thing that is there for her until the hcq happens and she experiences companionship.. i think about how scary that must of been too. to care again after losing so much is a terrifying ordeal.. to go from someone ready to die at the drop of the hat to someone who wants to live is much harder. But she gets comfortable and gains friends and companionship and gets to be a loser and boast when shes drunk and its just CUTE you know?? she gets to be happy for a while.

then it happens again. and its agonizing, of course, to lose someone like baiheng. someone who is a light that pierces the darkness and is a shining beacon for everyone but it seems like she can manage to handle it until she's revived as an abomination. An abomination created by her closest friend that SHE has to cut down. And its just so tragic to me for her to love and lose this much, to lose a home and gain a new one in these people and for it to once again fall apart and for her to lose herself in the process.. Honestly, it makes me think back to what her teacher said.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk. You can speak with this.” “You can use this to vanquish the monsters that took everything from us. There are now few things as wondrous as this left in the world.” The woman in armor remained composed, her gaze cast onto the long sword by the girl’s side.

if the blade is her words.. i can't help but worry about what exactly she says. is every slice a cry of anguish? and for her to "become her own sword"... i don't know. i hope one day the blade will be able to rest is all. i love her dearly OKAY CUTTING MYSELF OFF SO I DONT TALK YOUR EAR OFF ANY WORSE

#fawn.txt #letters #from: marth!#sever the stars 💫#i feel many feelings about her. a lot of them are miserable.#also. since i went a lot into her lore in the text ill go a bit more into her personality here.#i love how playful she is. she's really funny honestly with the way she teases people like yanqing #'lmao you like to read??? i sure couldn't tell' SHES SO FUNNY #i like how you can get a sense that if it wasnt for the mara she'd likely be a very gentle person.. yanqing once again being a great exampl #her turning fighting the abominations to a game for yanqing while she talks to dan heng because he really is just a child..#lightheartedly teasing him and commending him at the same time once she sees his done well.. guys you do not get how much i care for her #IS SHE A MURDERER? yes. but she's MY murderer and was found all alone in a cardboard box #i know her story is going to end sadly im stealing her in advance. dont know what you mean nothing bads gonna happen to her ever again #tucking her in so hard she can't escape and finally takes a nap. sorry

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