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I think it'd be really cute to have Hyacine alongside a reader who has really poor energy management and gets really really tired out of nowhere, often falling asleep without meaning or wanting to.

that is really cute!!!

hyacine is so very fretful about your energy levels, and she never wants to push you to do anything that'll wear you out too badly. but you have lots of things you want to do, and it's not hard to exhaust yourself. you even start nodding off in the middle of your outings with her. she pays attention to make sure you don't fall over or trip on anything, and she urges you to sit down when she sees that you're getting tired.

"you poor thing... how about you rest on my lap for a while?"

though you wanted to have a fun walk around the city with her, lying in the grass with your head on her thigh isn't so bad either. she softly hums a lullaby to you, her voice softer than the most gentle cloud, and she puts a hand on your head to soothe you. she's very patient in letting you recharge when you need to! when you wake up, she reassures you that there's still time to enjoy the day.

you might find it inconvenient and sometimes frustrating, but she's endeared by how sleepy you get. sometimes just holding soft little ica makes you feel like a nap is a good idea, and the last thing you remember is their happy trills. when hyacine finds you asleep on the couch or at a desk, she just tucks you in with a soft blanket and hopes that your nap is refreshing. if you're receptive to her physician advice, she tries suggesting some light exercise to try and get your stamina up, and she'll even help you out by checking your form or making sure you don't become over-exerted. when living together, she also likes cooking meals that give you lots of nutrients to help with your energy. hyacine wants you to be comfortable but also happy and healthy! and even if you can only manage a swaying little dance in the kitchen with her after a long day, her smile encourages you to stay upright just a little longer if only to enjoy her presence.

and she might not readily show it, but all of hyacine's responsibilities and ambitions leave her feeling quite drained too... so if you end up falling asleep, she might just cuddle right up to you and go to sleep as well.

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we feel we should share input as the sender of the ask so perhaps cotton? or cream? something fluffy really suits them so we thought of foods like cotton candy and whipped cream

We love the OC!! We wanna bite them on the cheek hehehe

I assume it is this one because i remember the inbox is not long after i answered it.

The sheepy was designed by @/dildoblade and i do have permission to use them.

If anyone has name, traits, lore suggestion do tell me!This lil fella still have no name

I still don't know what to do with them, HSR focused oc or Genshin or mix? I want to keep them as this blog's OC, simple to draw and i love simple!

I'm keeping the chain and collar too because i personally likes those (Wink wink) .Chain link can be attached or not (it's magnet).

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chat it is all sorts of over

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💜🫧 neptune paci icons .. no kin/id/me please ^_^ 🫐 credit 2 use

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kny spoilers!

more letters yaaay! perchance shinobu platonic? or if that one's a bit mean hehe maybe Kanao after both her sisters are gone to the kid she's now in charge of

this one is a continuation of this letter! for context, [name] is the child of kanae; this takes place after her death.

The letter is crumbled into a ball, and shoved at the back of a drawer, as if the writer never wanted it to be found. The words are scrawled across the paper, with lines crossed out and ink blots staining the page.

To [Name], I don't even know what to say to you. I was told writing a letter would help me sort out 'difficult' emotions, but what am I meant to write? That I feel resentful towards my sister's child, because they're alive and she's not? Because I do. That's unfair. I know it's unfair. I know you had nothing to do with it, you weren't what killed her, that demon was, but I just can't shake the feeling that if she didn't have you, she would still be here. Because she would be. I know she would be. You're just a baby. You know nothing about the world, or what is happening. You don't know who you are, or who she is. And yet I feel so, so, angry. It's not towards you, not entirely but I still end up feeling angry at you anyway. I'm just I don't know what to do. What do I do without her? How am I supposed to care for you, when I when a part of me hates you like this? I just want her back, so badly. And you remind me so much of her, it scares me. And all of this anger, it hurts. I don't want this anger to build up any more, but I truly don't know how I can ever look at you without thinking of what happened to her. Huh. Maybe writing my feelings was more effective than I thought. For your sake, I this letter never reaches you. I hope that one day, I will be able to see your eyes, and not see your mother staring back at me. Your Aunt, Shinobu Kocho

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bittersweet ending

this is what you wanted, right? but then, why do you feel so empty? you can’t complain, but now you realize too late what was true to you. a mix of emotions overcome you as you hold up your lantern, staring into the sea.

we don't have anyone to tag so uhhhh @lanatrium that works right

happy ending

you are full. you have accomplished what you wanted, and you are content. you read your book as you lay down in your chair, watching the sun, everything just right.

tagging (no pressure!) @akutasoda @https-sourlimes @lowkeyren @lia-loves @mlkbwunnies @tragedy-of-commons @vxnuslogy @wystiix + anyone who wants to join :3

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we have worse :)

Kochou child has a butterfly plushie that they hold onto and Shinobu overhears them talking to it like it was their mother. Extra damage? It gets lost or perhaps even taken away one day (maybe even by shinobu as punishment). Maybe it even gets damaged and it turns out a small baggie of Kanae's ashes were stuffed in it to keep her close to her child.

oh, now that's cruel...... anyway, tw for parental death below the cut.

"Where are you?" The child sobbed, rifling through their belongings. Shinobu watched carefully from the doorway, a measured expression on her face. "Mama, where are you?" "[Name]." Shinobu said sharply. "What are you looking for?" "Mama!" They cried, falling to their knees and weeping into their hands. "Mama is missing! I want Mama back!" "What are you talking about?" She asked with a scoff. And maybe her tone could have been a touch less sharp, but the mention of their mother was always a... sore subject. "You've never met your mother." "No! Not my Mama, Mama..." They sniffled, and something pained in Shinobu's chest. "My-My butterfly... Mama..." "Your butterfly? The little plush?" Shinobu raised her eyebrow. She's heard them whispering to the toy before, having long, drawn-out conversations like it was an actual person, but this was the first she had heard of them calling it 'Mama'. "Why do you call it that? You know it is just a toy." "No!" The child cried out. "It's Mama! It's all I have left of her! It's her! A-And the little bag of... of dust that Auntie Kanao gave me is in it." Shinobu's heart stopped for a moment, fluttering like the wings of a beetle. "I'm sorry, what was that? The ashes that Kanao gave you, the bag that she told you to keep safe, you stuffed it into a toy?" Part of Shinobu knew she shouldn't be as angry as she was—after all, the child was just that: a child—but there was only one portion of the ashes that was leftover after they spread the rest of them. Shinobu wanted to keep them, at least until [Name] was a little older and more responsible, but Kanao had argued that they were old enough now and deserved the last piece of their mother. Shinobu had bit back the retort that she deserved the last piece of her sister. They were her child, after all. But now, knowing they had been so careless with something so precious... she couldn't help the anger that bubbled up in her chest, like poison in her lungs. "How could you do something like that?" Shinobu snapped. "Do you even understand what that was? That was your mother's ashes, the last thing left of her. She—" Shinobu cut her scolding short when she saw their shoulders slump, like they were a puppet with their strings cut. They looked so small, curled up on the floor surrounded by scattered toys and clothes. Not for the first time, Shinobu was struck with the realization of how young they truly were. "I know." They mumbled. "I just wanted Mama to feel whole again."

a little note: maybe the butterfly was a gift from kanae as well, before she passed away. maybe in one of her letters she said that if were to die, she would come back as a butterfly to watch over them. maybe they got it in their head that meant that the little plushie was kanae, or her spirit at least.

maybe when they found out the bag of ashes was the cremated body of their mother, they decided to cut a slit into the side and sew it in, wanting her body and soul to be together again. maybe they know deep down it isn't her, but it comforts them anyway.

maybe.

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HEIR. — In which Arlecchino's heir comes home after a tough mission.

— trigger & content warnings. references to violence and other dubious activities. mild blood.

— pairings & notes. fluff. arlecchino & heir!reader. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). reader is a member of the house of the hearth and is arlecchino's chosen heir. 2.5k words.

— author's thoughts. arlecchino is the best harbinger fr <3

       Being the Knave's heir came with many implications.

       It was, firstly, a role that was never forced upon them; it was more of an offer that Arlecchino extended to them, the child who she felt would make a worthy king and successor should something ever happen to her. It was no obligation—not until they actually inherited her title, that is. Up until that point, they would always be permitted to withdraw. They could withdraw until they literally could not anymore, until they were the director of the House of the Hearth.

       Shackles weighed heavily on their body, growing more difficult to escape from with every passing moment, slowly fusing with their flesh and bone until one could not identify where their body ended and the chains began.

       Their time to dispel the House's darkness from their veins was there, but it was gradually ticking down… not that they particularly minded.

       (They weren't sure that they would fully leave the House, regardless, so its darkness would always inhabit their veins in some way, shape, or form. It would simply be to a lesser degree, if they were to decide that they did not want to be the next Knave.

       ...But they weren't sure that they would do that, either. The spider's web was their home, entangled inseparably with their limbs; it simply felt right for them to become its next owner with how intensely it stuck to their skin, as if it was beckoning them and only them.)

       The implication that they had limited time to leave was not such a heavy burden to bear.

       What was quite the weight, however, was the nature of their missions.

       Missions assigned to them were those that were unsuitable for the other children; generally, "unsuitable" meant extremely bloody and shrouded in the pitch-black shadows of the vile secrets of nobility or political figures. The darkness that their missions harbored ran deep. Missions assigned to them were more than simple intelligence gathering—there was something far more sinister about their work.

       It was often about sending a message.

       It was often about silencing the cackles of boisterous, rich fools who wrongly believed they had won by sending one of the Knave's agents running home like a frightened dog with its tail between its legs, bearing wounds they had not worn before leaving.

       It was often about instilling the fear of those who lurked in the darkest shadows into unwisely confident people who'd only just stepped into the dark, new to the territory and unfamiliar with the dangers that prowled further within.

       Over and over and over again, it was about sending a message.

       Missions that other children failed, they would be sent to complete.

       And often, those missions resulted in them walking home drenched in blood that was not theirs.

       (They still were not quite as elegant as Father, and this was one of the most frequent things that she chided them for… but they were still learning. Arlecchino hardly thought it was worth holding against them when they could successfully complete the missions that others failed to. She was a bit harder on them in the beginning, typically subjecting them to difficult stealth trainings that often involved plenty of brightly-colored paint ready to drench them the second they made a wrong move.

       Much to the Harbinger's intrigue, they had little issue with her trainings. It was never their stealth that was the problem. Rather…

       'Things tend to get… physical quite fast, Father. The people I am sent after are often quite volatile, as I am sure you know, so I have few choices other than to get dirty.'

       'I see.'

       Now, all she usually did when they returned in a disheveled manner was click her tongue and tell them to go clean themselves up, followed by little to no tasks assigned to them the next day, unless there were absolutely necessary operations that could not be avoided or handed to someone else.)

       They supposed that—at the very least—missions of that nature were not common, so they rarely had to tread home tired, bloody, and, sometimes, in a poor mood. It was rare that Father deemed a mission too unsuitable for the other children, yet still appropriate enough for them.

       Unfortunately, however, this was one of those nights.

       Their mission had gone well, as per usual. Nonetheless, they did not return well, and instead came home with a distantly tired expression and rather neat clothes… should one ignore the blood soaking their shoes and the tips of their pants, of course.

       The sight of home only motivated them to walk faster and with more purpose, yet they kept their steps quiet and light to the best of their ability. It didn't take long to reach their destination when their veins were filled with newfound energy and enthusiasm.

       Before fully stepping inside, they took their footwear off as to not drag the evidence of their mission all across the floor.

       (Not that it couldn't be easily cleaned. The skills which their siblings possessed would make cleaning blood the simplest task in the world. No, they were not concerned that the blood would stain the floor or any of the carpets. In their mind, it was more about respecting the home that Father built and not tarnishing it with the blood of unworthy fools. That was what they were concerned about.)

       Once their shoes were secured in their hand, they peered inside. It was vacant and silent. The only sound that filled the room was the quiet crackling coming from the active fireplace.

       Most of their siblings were probably out, they thought, but someone had to be home if the flames were still burning. For safety reasons, everyone was required to put it out, should the House be completely vacant. Someone was home, then.

       They felt no particular need to hide themselves in this state; it wasn't exactly uncommon for a child to return either bruised and beaten or soaked with blood that may or may not have been their own, or some combination of both. Such was the nature of living in the House of the Hearth; everyone came home like that at one point or another. It was mere curiosity that made them wonder who was home. 

       The little ones, Foltz or Heloir? No, Father did not permit them to be home alone with the fire burning, since they were too young and small to handle fire correctly.

       Perhaps Lyney or Lynette, then? But those two had a show scheduled for tonight (one that they were a little upset to have to miss, but their sadness was met with reassurance by the twins, that they would both be more than happy to give them an exclusive show so that they would get to see what they missed).

       Freminet? Maybe, but he was probably with the twins or out diving. He had mentioned that he was going to go if Father did not assign him any new missions.

       With gentle steps, they made their way inside, closing the door behind them using their vacant hand.

       A smooth, elegant, and calm voice called out to them:

       "Welcome home, child."

       "Ah." That's who was home, then. They turned to face the Knave with a polite bow of their head. "Good evening, Father."

       Her gaze pinned them under the weight of scrutiny, eyes quickly taking in their disheveled appearance and tired disposition. "That blood is not yours, is it?"

       There was a vague twinge of something in her tone that they could not quite identify.

       Arlecchino was not a particularly easy woman to read, so it never much bothered them when they could not discern what she was thinking or feeling. Most couldn't. It was not a lack of ability on their part; it was simply a fact of life. The Fourth Harbinger was not a person easily understood.

       …But somehow, it almost felt like she was concerned.

       "No, it isn't," they replied.

       Whatever it was that took hold of her tone a moment ago had dissipated, snuffed out like the small flame of a candle.

       "Good. Go clean yourself up, then. You may deliver an oral report to me later. Worry not about a prompt delivery—concern yourself first with recovery." She turned on her heel. "Oh, and… [Name]?"

       "Yes, Father?"

       "You are not to partake in any missions tomorrow. Do not allow your siblings to include you in any of theirs, either."

       'Do not get roped into your siblings' messes,' is what she meant to say. Their lips twitched upwards in poorly-concealed amusement. She almost certainly could hear it in their voice. She said nothing, however—perhaps she herself was vaguely amused by the implication of her own statement, or perhaps she was endeared by their capacity to clearly and completely understand what she meant to say.

       "Yes, Father."

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       Flames and shadows danced and flickered on the walls, their dance of light and dark uniquely mesmerizing.

       The radiating warmth of the fire caressed their skin, kissing away any of the cold that they might have felt as a consequence of the remaining water droplets clinging to their hair.

       Falling asleep sounded so very tempting, surrounded by the hearth's warmth and safety, sitting… somewhat comfortably on the soft, red rug right with their back partially supported by the sofa behind them.

       It wasn't exactly… uncommon for many of their siblings to take naps here, though that was typically during the day when the golden rays of the sun filtered in through the open window.

       (Lyney and Lynette were notoriously fond of sleeping here in the afternoon when the sun streamed in so perfectly, bathing the carpet in its golden light until it became as warm and cozy as a blanket—they sometimes wondered if it had to do with those two's feline genes, though they dared not ask, in the case that either one would take their question the wrong way.

       They probably wouldn't, especially Lyney. They're certain he would find amusement in their musings… or maybe he would get terribly embarrassed?

       …Ah, well. They wouldn't pry. It was more entertaining to speculate nevertheless.)

��      It was not daytime. It was nowhere near daytime.

       If they had to guess, it was more than likely the middle of the night; the only light that filtered in from that window was the cool moonlight, though it's cold light was largely drowned out by the flames roaring in the fireplace.

       Still…

       Sleeping right where they were sounded so much more appealing than getting up and making the lengthy trek to the room they shared with some of their siblings…

       Truly, honestly, they had only intended to rest their body for a moment.

       However, after what felt like a never-ending battle with microsleeps, they allowed their eyelids to flutter shut and finally succumbed fully to sleep, the crackling of the fire cooing its goodnights into their ears.

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       Arlecchino was a woman not easily fooled.

       That much was a given, of course, considering her status as the Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers. The fact that she was a Fatui Harbinger was enough of an indicator of her sheer perceptiveness on its own—surely nobody in such a high position could be anything other than observant. A Harbinger at all, let alone a Harbinger so highly ranked, could not afford to be anything besides calculated, cunning, and sharp-eyed.

       Her understanding of their state was instantaneous; the very moment they walked in the door, she knew.

       She had seen the utter exhaustion seeping into their bones, permeating their very being and making even the simplest tasks quite a bit more challenging. It was all too clear to the Knave, as clear as the most cloudless of days, visible in the way their shoulders slouched and the way their eyes drooped.

       She knew from the very moment they had stumbled—stumbled, their feet barely coordinated and legs struggling to support the rest of their weight—into the house, tired and dazed though still able to muster up respect and courtesy when faced with her. Had they been faced with one of their siblings, Arlecchino was certain that their formality would have quickly crumbled into nothing, but because it was her, they had maintained near perfect diplomacy and grace.

       Nevertheless, they still failed to hide how worn out they truly were (but perhaps that was because she was the person she was; had it been any non-Fatui member, their exhaustion may have slipped by entirely unnoticed).

       Therefore, it was only natural for her to check on them.

       That was part of her responsibility as Father—to know how her children were doing, physically or otherwise, at any given time. A healthy child made for a good soldier. An unhealthy child, less so.

       …But their state of being could only make her sigh as she walked over to them, steps light and soundless as to not disrupt their rest.

       They needed it. That much, Arlecchino was extremely aware of. She was nonetheless irked at their blatant lack of consideration for their own body; sleeping in the position that they were, neck craned uncomfortably against the edge of the sofa and body still incredibly tense, would only serve to strike their body with in great pain the following morning. It was simply unhealthy, but it was also inconvenient, considering the responsibilities that loomed over their shoulder like a shadow of the past that could never be shaken.

       The Knave slipped behind them, gingerly lifting their head with a pleasantly warm hand (though her rings were considerably chilly, but the sting was also a rather pleasant sensation against their skin) so that she was able to situate herself behind them.

       Then, she gently laid their head back down. Now, however, their neck was offered far greater support by her thigh, and her mind was soothed. No longer did the Fourth feel that they would awaken sore and stiff.

       Nails raked across their face and delicately brushed at the hair slightly sticking to their forehead; it had mostly dried by now, but there was still residual moisture clinging to their hair, causing it to adhere—albeit weakly—to their skin. Their eyelids seemed to twitch somewhat. A soft hush from their caretaker, however, and they ceased stirring.

       Mad and cursed. To an extent, perhaps those labels were true; Arlecchino was mad and cursed, but then maybe her children found comfort and safety in her madness and her curses.

       They most certainly did, for despite the brief consciousness they regained, they were quick to allow themselves to be lulled back into a peaceful sleep under the watchful eyes of Father.

       Perhaps "madness" was subjective.

       ...Or perhaps her heir was simply following in her footsteps, slowly descending the same path she did, gradually growing to be as mad as she.

       "Dearest child of mine…" she mused aloud, the tones of her voice soft enough to ensure that they would not begin to rouse once again yet not quite faint enough to be regarded as a whisper. Something one might call fond flickered in her voice as she went on, hand coming to a slow stop and settling on the top of their head: "How foolish you can be."

       The darkness creeping up Arlecchino's arms day by day, indicative of her curse's growing severity, was sated, ceasing its ascent for the time being.

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we wish we could write something and then immediately forget it so we can read it fresh like it was someone else's..

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we've been playing katawa shoujo and we've been maybe fixated on it lately and have discovered a new comfort character in lilly so maybe we will write for her sometime

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thinking of doing a layla theme but we also really like plutia and don't wanna abandon that eitherrr

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Ask and you shall recieve! Can we get some Kanae & child?

The letter sits on a stack of a dozen, each tightly sealed and unopened. The name on the back is printed in small letters, penned with a gentle, careful hand. There is a thin coat of dust across the paper; they have clearly been untouched for a long time.

My dearest child, Today is your birthday. It is your first, and your first of many. I will try for your sake to put my emotions into words, but there is so much love filling my chest, I feel fit to burst! I'm giggling like a young child, while also bursting into tears every few minutes. I'm sure the nurses are sick of my hysterics by now. How about I start with you? I held you for the very first time this evening. You're still small, as I write this, but I know for certain you are going to grow into someone so strong and so beautiful. I promise you that whatever path you lead with your life, I will be beaming with pride right behind you. They told me I was far too young to be a mother, and maybe they were right, but I can't bear to have anyone but myself raise you. I will be the best parent I can be for you, I swear it. When you read this letter, when you are all grown up, I can only hope I am the one to give it to you. Even so, I know my duty as a Hashira, and I know that my tomorrow is never promised. I've entrusted this letter, and however more I write, to Shinobu and Kanao—your lovely aunties who both adore you very much—who will gift them to you if I am unable to. I love you, more than you could ever know. Love from Mama

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:000 furina twin furina twin furina twin

the letter arrives in a deep blue envelope, tucked in between several pressed qingxin flowers. the handwriting is elegant, with your name neatly printed across the back of the envelope in a graceful cursive.

Dear [Name], Do you know of the Yun-Han Opera Troupe? I had never heard of such a group before I arrived in Liyue, but I am so happy I did! Liyuen opera is so different to Fontaine's, it was almost startling. But it's breathtaking, the singing alone was enough to leave me speechless, and the performance! It was incredible, I must take you to see a show when we have a chance. Next time I take a trip, you will certainly have to accompany me. We don't have to go to Liyue, we can go to Mondstadt, or Snezhnaya if you want. Maybe even Inazuma, now the borders have opened. A break is long overdue, I would say; you've been working far too hard recently. Truthfully, though, while I am thrilled to be on vacation, I'm feeling a bit homesick. I miss my own bed, with all of its sheets and pillows making a nest on top of the mattress. I miss sleeping in until it's late in the morning, and waking up to you bringing me breakfast. I miss you. I can't begin to tell you how strange it feels to go so long without having you near, it feels like I lost a part of myself. Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this gloomy. I am having a good time, I promise! I can only hope your work isn't tiring you out too much, because once I'm home I will have a lot to tell you! I will see you soon! Take care of yourself in the meantime. Furina ♡

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“Falling Asleep on The Job” - Victoria Housekeeping x gnReader (Platonic)

Alexandrina Sebastiane, Corin Wickes, Ellen Joe, Von Lycaon

a/n: writing this at 2 am but unlike the reader, i dont have a ghost milf to be there when i wake up...

As the newest member of Victoria Housekeeping, it had been a bit of a shaky transition. Still in high school, you’ve had to juggle your studies, hobbies, and your part time job all at once, it was a lot to hold on to- not even mentioning any extracurriculars or social life you might have.

So, all in all, pretty stressful. Especially now, coming back from your break, it seemed like the teachers were all trying to one-up each other on how many pages of homework they’d give. It had all begun to affect your wellbeing, always trying your best to give it your all, hours of studying began to dig into your sleep time.

An hour or two into the night began to become going to sleep at 4 AM or even just not sleeping at all and staying up through energy drinks.

After a particularly hard week- where you hadn’t slept at all last night and barely slept the day before that, you finally broke.

Shadows under your eyes, sweaty arms, twitchy hands, legs that felt like lead, and a light pressure on your forehead. You had been put on shift to help clean up a house, the usual stuff, thankfully nothing with any underlying “help” required.

As you were sweeping dust off a windowsill, you began to feel the familiar wave of tiredness wash over you. Muscles felt exhausted, a yawn threatening to escape you. Deciding to sit on a nearby chair to rest a little, you began to be lulled into a deep slumber. Head bobbing, eyelids drooping down- a desperate but ultimately futile attempt at staying awake.

And then you conked out.

Slowly you woke up, blur in your eyes that you had to blink away a few times before your vision cleared. You were turned horizontally- actually you weren’t where you had accidentally fallen asleep in the first place!

Immediately you rushed to get up, “Oh shi-!” before a mature, warm voice softly hushed you, a gloved hand slowly drifted you back down and set your head down on something soft.

Looking up, you saw Ms. Sebastiane looking down on you, a soft smile on her face as she pet your hair. From the lighting of the room, it was clear some time had passed. Meaning that you’d fallen asleep on the job.

“I-I’m so sorry Miss!” You let out, mortified at having fallen asleep- especially with how often housekeeping wasn’t the only thing Victoria Housekeeping did. Something terrible could have happened- and while there were other members of the company here, you would have been a liability.

“It’s okay dear,” She started with her usual caring tone, “You’ve been pretty out of it recently, Ms. Ellen told us of how your shared academics might be affecting your quality of life.” Her hands brushed softly against your hair, a spell of sleep beginning to overtake you once more. “It’s not wrong to ask for some time off, your health matters most.”

“Go back to sleep, I shall awake you once it is time for us to head back.”

You relaxed, her lap being used as a pillow as she let you sleep until it was time to go back home.

Something soft underneath the side of your head, you were lying down now- different to how you slept. Oh! You fell asleep! Quickly rushing to get up with a few expletives, a timid voice called out to you, “Uhm! You don’t need to get up!”

Looking at the source of the voice, you realized that you had fallen asleep on the job, leaving your coworker, Corrin, all by her lonesome. Or at least on this side of the premises.

“Ah, I’m so sorry Corrin!” You quickly tried to fix the couch you had been moved to, arranging the pillows and patting the cushions to make it seem as if no one had been sleeping on it.

“N-no! It’s fine!” You turned to her, confused but hopeful that she wasn’t just saying that to calm you down. “Uhm, I heard about how school’s been pretty tough, Ellen- I mean no one told us how it might be affecting you. You can rest for now! I’ll uhm, wake you up when I need help!”

You were thankful for her, worried that she’d be angry that you basically ditched her for sleep. Of course she probably wouldn't be that angry- she never got mad at Ellen whenever she slept on the job, but it was still a thought in the back of your head. Nodding, you sat back onto the couch as the feeling of drowsiness began to take hold again.

“Sweet uhm, dreams!” Corrin whispered, worried that it wasn’t the right thing to say or not in the right context.

Slowly waking, you were still vertically sleeping, however where you had fallen asleep had changed. Quickly you got up, looking around for an indication of the time or Ellen, your coworker- and classmate, who you were partnered with for this part of the premises. It didn’t seem like she was around, but that begged the question of who moved you…

“Oi,”, You nearly yelped as you quickly turned to the person you hadn’t noticed, “Don’t move so fast… you woke me up.”

It.. seemed Ellen had the same problem you did, it made sense, the both of you did share multiple classes.

“Uhm-” “If you’re worried about waking up before the client gets here, don’ worry, I’ll wake you up.” “Oh! Uh, thank you.” “Mm…”

She promptly fell right back to sleep, with you following shortly after.

Slowly your eyes blinked open. You felt as if you just had the best sleep of your life. A soft pillow underneath your bed, a warm blanket covering you, a homey scent of a candle nearby. Oh my gods you fell asleep at work and were acting like you were at home- hell even better than home.

You began to scramble out of this makeshift bed before a gloved hand firmly set itself on your shoulder. Turning to the owner, your heart stopped as you came face to face with your boss.

Quickly tears began to form at the edge of your eyes, mortification at having fallen asleep on the job and waking up in front of your boss. A therian that prided themselves on keeping a professional atmosphere and providing top-notch service to their “Master”s.

“I- I’m so-”

“Shh.. it’s of no trouble.”

God, was he going to fire you after this?

“No, I will not. Please, I’ve been informed of your recent academics and how they might be affecting your work-life balance.” He interrupted any other thoughts you might have had, as if he were reading your mind. “While I prefer you not to fall asleep while we are keeping the home of our Masters, I won’t be upset for minor inconvenience.” His voice was warm, deep, with a voice that seemed to lull you back to sleep.

“Now rest, I will awake you once the Master is due to arrive.”

[lanatrium]

this lil blueberry has become a new comfort character help

[lanatrium]

thinking about just laying on plutia and napping the day awayy. Histoire can be kept busy by Noire, all the better for a nice sleepy day with the very best narcoleptic marshmallow. Plutia knows all the best ways to cuddle and sleep, doubtlessly, and she'd use every one to keep you under the covers for even a moment more. Positions, candles, you name it, she's an expert. Or at least... if she had the mind to explain. She'd just pull at you and tug you into being her teddy bear and somehow it's the comfiest you've ever been. Maybe it's just a passive skill of hers teehee

[lanatrium]

thinking about columbina having a child, and adoring them more than anything else. they're not just the most important thing in her world—they are her world, nothing less. she sings them lullabies when they're young, her sickeningly sweet voice soothing them into sleep. even as they grown older, she still sings to them like they're small, sitting by their bedside if they can't sleep and humming melodies until they drift off.

thinking about columbina's child being the safest person in fatui headquarters. she makes sure that everyone, every harbinger, every guard, every person who walks through those doors knows that child is the damselette's little angel, and to hurt them is to face her wrath. not even the tsaritsa could save you from a mother scorned. when she isn't there to take care of them, she leaves them in arlecchino's hands instead; as a parent herself, she is the most logical choice. they're considered an honourary member of the house of the hearth—a cousin, of sorts, who stops by when their mother is too busy to keep an eye on them.

thinking about columbina who is by no means a gentle soul, but softens herself for her child. tight hugs that smother them in warmth, motherly kisses on the top of their head, she is nothing but doting towards them. her saccharine words are completely genuine when directed at them, no false sweetness or masked emotions. for some, she is a terrifying and cold harbinger. but for them? she is simply their kind, loving mother.