#shneznaya

[lei-leigha]

dottore fans how are we doing

[prosaic-dust-bunny]

-Capitano

-Dottore

-Pierro

-Columbina

-Pulcinella

-Arlecchino

-Pantalone

-Sandrone

-Tartaglia

[vbyg]

Local international criminal doesn’t know how to pick his battles

[popsicle-parfait]

Spontaneous Pantalone Headcannons

Theme: Pantalone with a Snezhnayan Reader!

CW: slight (?) yandere themes, mentions of guns

Requested?: Nope!

A/n: I wanted to make more posts so I decided to do this! Also I'm making these up as I go so bear with me!

When taking a loan from the local bank for your mother, that's when you saw him.

Your nose was red and you had a basket filled with pastries, trying to keep them warm from the harsh everlasting winter.

At first you didn't seem to mind his presence back then, especially because you didn't know him then.

But one thing that caught your eye for sure was the gaze he held, it was one filled with knowledge; and power.

You didn't think anything of it until you kept meeting up with him during financial excursions, once was a coincidence but 5 times? That was a pattern.

What you didn't know was that day when you locked eyes with the harbinger, he just knew you were different

You weren't the average passerby that would quake in his sight or question his presence, no your being screamed intelligence and poise.

At first he would notice little glances of you every now and again, nothing noteworthy--at least, that's what he thought.

You weren't aware of it, but there was a time where you had a small discourse with some foreigner in an empty street.

You told the man that you refused to give him your valuables, he obviously thought you were an easy catch and continued to push your buttons further.

Then, that was when it happened, you had a vision. Your hidden emblem hanging from your fur coat shined brightly as you pulled out a small pistol before firing a warning shot past the foreigner's head.

Realizing his almost death, the man ran away in terror after apologizing vigorously.

Pantalone was entranced, that look you had on your face, it was ice cold; and that, my friend drew the harbingers attention.

Ever since that encounter he's wondered what it would be like to melt your frozen walls, to be the only one who you show your true feelings to.

Oh how he longed to waltz with you under the moonlight and kiss your skin as the violin rang through the room.

It may not have interfered with his missions, but he did think about you; there was never a moment where he wasn't.

He wondered what it would be like to see you smile, to whisk you away from your somber village life and give you one full of elegance and luxury.

And as time moved on, you finally gathered enough ambition to move the first chess piece

The conversations you two would have always left him wanting more, and it made you feel wanted in the same.

Little meet ups turned into dining at fancy restaurants and subtle laughs turned into enchanting gazes with eachother.

Your cold heart melted when he'd call you "dear" or "beloved" and his eyes shined with satisfaction when you blushed in slight embarrassment

Long walks along the terrain were very common with you two, especially during the night when the stars glistened above.

You'd visit him while he worked on his financial services, helping ease the workload little by little as the two of you found the atmosphere comfortable.

Cuddling together and sharing each other's coats were the little things you two enjoyed when you could.

And if you two ran into trouble along the way? Well, let's just say that their body no longer exists.

You would do anything for each other, even dancing upon the graves of your enemies when it comes down to it.

Pantalone never gets jealous, simply because he knew just how much organs sell in the black market; and because you'd never let them get away far enough for ruining your time together.

Your relationship was like a tango with ice at your feet, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

After all, he is a harbinger.

[anthidraws]

Fatui harbengers, pencil illustration!

I was so excited when that trailer came out! So many interesting characters, I can't wait to see their stories and how they affect the plot of the game !

[mondaymelon]

Brain in is rotting from this, it's been going on for months

Nurse reader finds a girl frozen in ice and defrosts her but she has no memory of herself whatsoever, then nurses her back to health, while walking with her in the market in Snezhnaya they notice a woman just starting at the girl reader defrosted with utter shock

"she's looking u, u know her?"

*shake head in disagreement*

She then sprints at the girl calling her "my child" while the girl was still in a state of shock and ur face was giving a 90's windows loading screen

The woman was the tsaritsa and the girl u found was her "confirmed to be dead" daughter

-not canon but I live with this headcanon

~🪷 anon

OOOOOOOOOOooOOOo the absolute genius you have 🪷 anon!!

here lemme just...

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You had found her in an abandoned farm's field, encased in ice as large flakes of bitterly cold snow continued to drift downwards from above. In Shneznaya, there was no summer, no spring, no fall. Just endless, bleak winter.

Her face was pristine, eyes closed, and hands clasped over her chest, as if in prayer. There was no sign from where she had came from, who she was, or why she was here. But nevertheless, you took the young girl in, slowly nursing her back to health, as you were accustomed to as your job in the health department.

It had been a while since that fateful night. About a month or two, if you had to guess. Work was getting increasingly busy, yet you always tried to maintain some sort of conversation with the girl you had saved. She had warmed up to you somewhat, and the two of you would always eat breakfast together before you had to leave for your shift at the hospital. It was a strange thing, really. The day after she had woken up, you had questioned her about her past, but she had been unable to respond.

Her memories, her life, who she was... it was all gone.

But it was best to move on. So you had given her a name, Yoake. Atarashi Yoake. The new dawn.

Peering over the crowd that was bustling about the marketplace, you frowned, squeezing Yoake's hand to get her attention. "It's a bit crowded here. Should we head to the library first?" You had taken the day off from work, a rare occasion, to personally spend some time with her.

She nodded quietly, holding onto your hand tighter as the two of you attempted to weave through the masses of people. While attempting to walk around a fruit stand, the two of you happened to bump into a woman who was standing in the path.

"S-Sorry about that, m'aam!" You hastily responded, preparing to leave before stopping in place. A look of shock had come across the woman's face, and she almost seemed on the brink of tears. Tracing her gaze, you realized that she was staring at Yoake, eyes wide and teary, mouth slightly open, and trembling hands gripping her sides.

Turning to Yaoke worriedly, you glanced at the pale-faced woman before looking back at her. "Do you know her?"

The girl looked completely lost, shaking her head.

With a cry, the wide-eyed woman leaped forward, tearing Yaoke out of your hold and grasping her in a tight embrace. Yaoke let out a small "eep!" sound, but didn't fight back.

You started forward. "M'aam! You can't jus-"

"My child...! My child... I missed you. I missed you so much...!" The woman slowly fell to the ground, hands still clutching the fabric of Yaoke's coat. Tears streamed down her face as she trembled, staring up at the girl as if she was afraid that she would disappear into thin air. Yaoke didn't show any reaction, only seeming slightly puzzled as the tears of the woman stained her clothes.

"Excuse me-"

"Ah-" Pulling out a handkerchief from her purse, she quickly dabbed at her reddish eyes, taking a deep inhale and exhale before continuing. "I'm deeply sorry. I acted so brash."

"I am the Tsarista, the archon of ice. This here is my daughter."

[sakurabraches]

arlebina where arlecchino refuses to let on how much she loves columbina because she doesn’t want her having power over her so columbina flirts with pierro to make arlecchino jealous and it nearly drives arlecchino mad until one day where she does the most over-the-top dramatic confession imaginable and columbina would just eat that up

[orphic-musings]

Characters: Arlecchino x gn! reader

Genre: Angst, dark, possibly suggestive if u look close enough

Warnings: Smoking, unhealthy relationship/power imbalance

Summary: Your boss is like a deadly flower with the sweetest perfume. You know you shouldn’t get any closer, but it’s just so lovely.

Notes: This is a submission for the fatui collab by @deathinition ! I’ve never participated in a collab before so I’m super excited, definitely check out the other talented writers participating!!

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Light glistens on the rain-slick cobble. The bright lamps oscillate in the growing puddles, but their warmth cannot be reflected. You note this bitterly as cold water trickles down your spine. Standing alone in the alley, walled in by old bricks with the downpour for a ceiling, you wait for the devil.

As you shift to the other foot you can feel it squelch, and you wince as the slight movement makes you suddenly aware of the way every piece of soggy clothing clings to you. The awning of the building was right there, significant enough shelter that the pavement below still had dry spots. But you resigned yourself to standing in the alley, lest the patrons of the lavish restaurant see you in all your sodden glory. You often found yourself in situations facing either physical or mental discomfort, usually opting for the physical. Being the assistant of one of the fatui harbingers, you knew it was going to be a dangerous job, however you had thought more conspicuous dealings and death threats. Not hypothermia. But here you are, tracing the pattern of the bricks with your eyes in the cold rain.

Until finally the devil emerges. A pleasant glow emerges as the door opens, only to be cut off as it slams shut again. Unable to peel your eyes from the wall, you listen to the click of a lighter. Smoke mixes with the fresh scent of the rain, and finally you glance up to the figure under the awning. Lithe gloved fingers cage a cigarette, and you briefly envy the roll as it flares in the dark. Her other hand smooths icy hair, before making beckoning motion. Your sluggish legs move automatically, soggy and feeling like a hundred pounds. You unsheath the dry umbrella in your hands and open it, not above you, but beside the awning so no sky peaks through. Her heels click and you feel her warmth beside you. Staring past her, you try to focus on the thrumming of rain on the umbrella, or the cold shirt sticking to your back. But her prescence commands you.

“Look at you, drenched street rat.” She coos, tilting her head to the side. Her lips suck in smoke, and she looks at you as she breathes it out. You try not to flinch, not to react, even as she leans in closer. One finger traces down your face, collecting the droplets in its path.

“You look good like this. Dripping.. slick.” She enunciates every word clearly, before taking another drag. Tingles run up your spine again as your remember to keep a steady grip on the umbrella. She drops the cigarette and your eyes follow it to the ground, and as it dies under the toe of her heel. Her eyes meet yours and she smiles, somewhere between content and wicked.

She turns and you immediately move forward, umbrella outstretched before you, and utterly careful not to touch her. Her perfume and the smell of cigarettes overwhelms the petrichor, and it chokes your senses. You want to run. You want to get as far away from her as possible. She is a poison and you can feel her running through your veins, cold and burning. And your tired feet drag you along the wet streets you finding yourself wishing for the hundreth time that you could hate her. Wishing that she would snap, and crack her perfectly balanced exterior. Or that she would lash out, or neglect you. But she is a master at the art of toeing the line. Always a little too much, but never enough. She doesn’t just have you wrapped around her finger, she has you tangled and tied in knots.

After walking like Sisyphus you finally arrive at the only place colder than Shnezhaya itself: her mansion. Inside is quiet and empty, and provides no relief from the chilly downpour. Not a single servent is in sight, as Arlecchino prefers her solitude, with you being the exception. She shrugs off her evening jacket and kicks off her heels carelesslty. Only once her stocking-covered feet pad away on the cold tile do you lower the dripping umbrella.

“Stay there, unless you wish to mop the floor.” She calls, with slight amusement. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” She adds. Business trips are not unusual for the Harbinger, not even sudden ones like this, but something about the way she annouces it concerns you.

“Where to, my… my lady?” You question, not realizing how hard it is to speak with quivering blue lips.

“You’re not coming, not this time. I thought I should have someone watch the house, and that you might like a bit of freedom.” She finally turns to observe your pitiful form. You aren’t sure if it’s the way she evaded the question, or the fact that she’s leaving you that bothers you more. Your numb lips refuse to answer.

“Make yourself at home, just try not to make too much of a mess,” she pauses, laugh to herself a little, “I know you won’t, though.”

And you watch her pass through a grand set of doors. The devil is out of sight, and tomorrow you’ll be rid of her for good, at least for a little while. But the thought pulls at your heart uncomfortably, like bending a stick a little too far. A puddle begins forming at your feet, soaking into the mat, while you ponder your master. She’s as beautiful and cunning as she is terrifying and dangerous, but when you first started as her assistant it didn’t daunt you. Of all the harbingers you felt most human around her, despite the constant ridicules and remarks. Everything you did for her was your choice, and while you believed she would never command against your wishes, you weren’t entirely sure it was your will alone. But here you are catching hypothermia in her foyer, with a low ache in your chest.

Arlecchino’s prescence is a comfort, it’s inviting, to you anyway. When she looks at you you’re not invisible, rather you’re completely naked and raw for her to perceive. And still she keeps you around. You know deep down she has a soul, some fondness for you perhaps. Or maybe that’s just your mind trying to humanize her, for your own sake. Regardless, she has given you freedom, always has, and though she’s ruthless and dangerous she wouldn’t be so underhanded as to hinder you, for whatever reason. You sigh, trying to purge such confusing thoughts with your breathe, and you reach into the closet. Grabbing an old coat, which you’re sure she’s intent on never wearing again, you put it on. You wrap it tightly around yourself, appreciating the insulation of it, despite the discomfort of your shirt underneath. And you leave. The rain has eased a little, but the night will get colder. Still, it will give you all the time you need to make up your mind.

[winter-weepingwillow]

ASIDE FROM HIS GORGEOUS CHARACTER DESIGN AND VOICE

So, um, is nobody gonna talk about:

His mask (I am 100% convinced we have some Khaenri'ah lore here)?

His (supposedly) star-shaped pupil?

His earring, opposite to Kaeya's and the EXACT SAME DESIGN???

In conclusion:

Pierrot, are you who I think you are...???

[ethereal-goat]

So I have a character who has half circle eyes-

And is a bit of an antisocial jerk, but the funniest thing ab them (to me in this moment) is the fact that their eyes are not just normally like that. They have the most round, babey eyes. They look like that intentionally

And I always draw their face with their actual eyes in mind, so at any point I can edit old art to give them their actual face!

But given their in story personality and kinda reputation, the idea of them being a bright eyed little dude makes me very happy

[alualexaa]

Chilumi ch21.1

I tried to do a cool cover for new chapter... I tried.. :’)

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[*DISCLAIMER* The story is original, but I do not have any rights to the characters, they are property of HOYOVERSE [Genshin Impact - Video Game], also may contain mild spoilers, go play a game first.]

[prosaic-dust-bunny]

Family pic! What if they are 10s but also murderers?

[aster-notz]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE OTHER HARBINGERS YET??? YOU SHOULD YOU REALLY SHOULD

[fireworkreindeer]

Teyvat legal systems according to Yanfei! (Keep in mind this is just hc and not official)

Yanfei: Monstadt and Natlan have been doing their best to keep up with any legal law changes and implementing them to their own legal systems.

Yanfei: Sumeru is currently changing their entire legal system after 500 years and I cannot wait until I get my hands on the new law book!

Yanfei: Inazuma is slightly outdated with their laws due to being.... uh.... out of touch with the legal matters.

Yanfei: Liyue, of course, is very up-to-date with their laws due to my help!

Yanfei: Snezhnaya has um.... an interesting law system.....

Yanfei: And Fontaine? I'm still trying to wrap my head around that law. And I may or may not have a few, slight issues with it.

[chaimaybe]

ARLECCHINO IN THE NEW TRAILER AKKSHDVSNIDMELWPSBDBEJE (i am being very normal about this)

[mikabtch]

“Not bad… not bad at all!”

I feel the same way childe!! ^^

Hello comrade! I recently came up with a new phone themed tartaglia from Genshin Impact if you don’t already know ✌🏻

I’ve gotten better at matching the colours and I’m actually proud with this one.

All the icons are from pinterest which I edited into b&w + blurring effects using picsart.

p.s this is all for fun guys ^^, also a way of manifesting bfr his next rerun bcuz i lost+missed all his reruns in the past [i hv the worst luck, thank you for being so honest abt the hatred u have for me hoyoverse 🫠]

…anyways! I hope you guys like this and maybe if you’re also a die hard fan for him like me, you can use this a reference!!