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I work at a bakery and there is nothing inherently romantic about working in customer service but I cannot help imagining arlefuri coworkers
Arlecchino working the baking and cake decorating whilst Furina works front of house with her smiley and warm disposition. They seldom talk except for when the bakery gets short staffed and Furina has to learn how to help bake when the shift is slow
Furina covered in powdered sugar and Arlecchino desperately holding back from licking it off of her
ayo brain can we have like... coherent thoughts for once thanks -jackson
Freshly 18 Peruere struggling with violent urges and knee jerk responses when the younger children (whom have not known Crucabena) cry around her. It is nothing short of a Herculean effort to unlearn the violence abused into her. She doesn’t act on it, but she feels it. She’s just a kid too.
Schrödinger’s flirt; I decide if I’m joking based off of their reactions to saying insanely forward shit
Final post for tonight, giant Arlecchino art dump from sophomore/freshman yr
In order:
I figured a dead animal/dinosaur look would be awesome so I chose to hybridize a Tyrannosaurus rex and a triceratops, gave up halfway through.
I was on a beastars kick and figured the style would look cool.
Dollhouse au. Featuring Roslyn. Her claws are seamrippers.
What Slumbers With The Moon fanart. Loved that fic dearly and still do
Snakelecchino one and two.
The final is an image bestowed upon me by a bygone daydream. I found it funny then, and I still find it funny now.
Arlecchino has ocd send tumblrpost
Put the fucking cup down butchdilf you have to pick your kids up from school
Arlecchino engaging in several games of windtrace with her beloved children to hone their skills; said children learn why it is petrifyingly scary to be hunted by a Fatui harbinger. Absolutely none of them are prepared to see her sprinting at them, full speed, with the intent of catching them. It’s a very new situation.
