the curse of the passionate.

!! indie rp blog for a wednesday oc !! written by kat, she/her, 21+ !! mature themes ahead !!

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

🥀 Name: Ammonia Mallove.

🥀 Age: 18-24 (Depends on Verse and/or Timeline)

🥀 Gender: Cisgender Female

🥀 Pronouns: She/her

🥀 Orientation: Lesbian, Polyamorous

🥀 Outcast Ability/Species: Werecat (Stealth, Flexibility, Agility, Shifting, Claws, Fangs, Hearing, Eyesight, Scent)

🥀 Occupation: Senior at Nevermore Academy/Alumnus of Nevermore Academy, Performer, Assistant to Jericho’s Medical Examiner/Forensic Pathologist (Postgrad)

🥀 Hobbies: Art, Reading, Cooking, Baking, Dancing, Fashion, Writing, Singing, Sexual Expression, Holidays, True Crime/Forensic Sciences, Nevermore Academy Choir (The Pitch Slaps), Piano, Classic Horror, Poetry, Modern Horror, Mortuary Sciences, Abnormal Psychology, Harpsicord

🥀 Diagnoses: Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Hypersexuality/Compulsive Sexual Behavior Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria)

🥀 Personality: Defiant, Studious, Creative, Bratty, Stubborn, Excitable, Confident, Passionate, Energetic, Protective, Lonely, Clingy (with those she likes), Aggressive (when angered), Intuitive, Sensitive, Obsessive, Romantic, ‘Attention Whore,’ Irritable, Rebellious, Curious

🥀 Appearance: detailed here <3 Very dark! Nails usually painted black, style leans vintage pinup, dramatic, gothic and femme punk - prefers outfits that show skin, dark lipsticks, fishnet stockings, and grotesque jewelry. When shifted into her feline form, her fur is medium length, the same dark brunette, and her nose and paw pads are a light pink.

🥀 Character Relationships/Writing Partners. <3 | Shipping. <3

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!! This blog contains mature themes of FICTIONAL yandere/obsessive behaviors, dark/gothic romance, trauma discussion/angst, horror, mystery, violence, kink/BDSM dynamics, and a consensual relationship between a teacher and a student who is of legal age. If you do not want to interact with these subjects, do not report, simply block and move on please !!

🫀 Diary entries are tagged #ammonia’s diary

🫀 Roleplay scenes/threads are tagged #scenes with ammonia

🫀 Asks for Ammonia are tagged #ammonia answers

🫀 Songs fitting Ammonia or her feelings are tagged #ammonia’s playlist

🫀 Character facts/headcanons about Ammonia are tagged #ammonia knowledge

🫀 Artwork/depictions of Ammonia are tagged #ammonia artwork

🫀 Posts featuring Larissa Weems are tagged with her name and #my beloved <3

🫀 Out of character posts are tagged #OOC

🫀 Promo post <3

🫀 Official character playlist <3

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⛓ Main: the default universe of the blog! tags listed above! Info on postgrad Ammonia can be found here!

⛓ Medieval!Verse: tagged as #a true royal pet

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Character Kinks & Limits.

Credit for the pink/middle divider: @kodaswrld !!

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

Larissa is anxious, too. Perhaps even more than Ammonia is. It feels special, as if she’s witnessing a whale breach the surface of the water - and she knows that, for Larissa, it must feel just as weighted, and alien.

Ammonia’s tail curls into her lap, but her hands don’t find it. They remain clasped around her mug while her head tilts and she looks up at her darling honeybee with what she prays is all of the softness and understanding that she can muster.

“Of course, Larissa,” she keeps her voice gentle. Her darling is as sensitive as she is, right now. And she can do what has been asked of her - listen first, process after - it just takes a deep breath. “It’s okay. Take your time. You’re doing very well.”

She doesn’t comment on the memo pad - even if, despite the circumstances, she does think it’s the most adorable thing she has ever seen the older woman do. She doesn’t speak her own plea, either, as she needs to focus on Larissa’s comfort right now, but it lingers in her head - please don’t tell me that I don’t know what I want. I’ve known exactly what I want for years.

Larissa is going to share herself with her. That is what she wants. And Larissa is going to stay, not recoil in disgust and horror and leave her alone for the rest of their lives. No matter what she says next, if she returns Ammonia’s love or not, she will be there, because she does care for her.

[scyftan]

    Larissa clears her throat. She has a very distinct sense of being given grace. Or perhaps this is that holding space phenomenon she's heard so much about? "There are two things I think it best we discuss today," she says, excessively formal, in the pert and chipper tone she once used to open meetings at work. She clears her throat again and makes her voice drop to a more natural register. "One is our... Confrontation, and the other is, is the situation underlying that confrontation, which goes somewhat deeper."

    "First, I... I would like to apologise for my conduct that night. I was very angry with you. I behaved appallingly and made accusations I knew were untrue, given that I am well aware that your transformations are controlled by your emotions, and do not happen by choice. I characterised you unjustly. And..." She reddens. "I also apologise for… Entering this flat, your home, without your permission." She does not explain how she did it.

    Next line item. "I would like, now, to provide some context for my actions." She swallows. Her jottings from this morning are nearly unreadable. "I am--aware, of what you said in the bar. I am aware that you are in love with me." She does not say 'think you are in love,' or 'consider yourself in love,' or any other mealy-mouthed obfuscation. "I am aware that you have been since you were eighteen, and possibly earlier. I have known since you were a student." She withholds a remark on Ammonia's subtlety as inappropriate to the moment.

    "I would like to tell you about this... Situation, our relationship, from my perspective." Her brow pinches. "When I first met you, you were a dependent, minor child. I was an adult charged with your safeguarding and care. I cared for you very much and considered you unique among your peers, but there was no possibility that I could see you as anything but a child. I encourage you to think about what a person younger than yourself--even an eighteen-year-old--looks like to you now that you are a fully independent adult. I was already fifty when I met you."

    That was blunt. She has to be blunter still, and being blunt with Ammonia in this state feels unbearably cruel. But the curse and the privilege of the goddess on the pedestal is to remain on high, make her judgments, and let the axe fall.

    "You were very determined, while you were at Nevermore, to alter my perception of you and... Become a part of my personal life. And I found that at times when you perceived me as rejecting your advances, you... Struggled to cope. I recall you not eating. Hurting yourself physically. I felt I was not able to maintain professional boundaries with you. It was my responsibility to do so and I--I couldn't, because I saw the effect it produced, and because I cared for you deeply."

    "I suppose that… That was the basis of my anger. That…" This is going to be cruel. Swing the axe. She tries to soften it: "As I've said, I understand entirely that this situation was not strictly under your control. But when I realised that--that you had visited me as a cat, at Nevermore, that I had… Held you in my lap, and carried you, and pet you, physically, I--I experienced it as very violating, because it happened under circumstances where I--I had already yielded certain boundaries for your comfort and happiness. It seemed to me that I had given quite a lot, and had still more unwillingly taken, without my consent."

    A teardrop falls onto the memo pad, but only one, and she blinks the rest away. "I had been trying," she says, voice a little thicker, the words heavier, despite herself, "since you returned to Jericho, to encourage myself to see you differently. I hoped--and still do hope--sincerely--that the nature of our relationship can be different now that we are both adults. I no longer want to see you as a child, but as a grown woman with her own beauty, her own passions, and her own point of view. That being said, I am not sure we are on the path to a truly equitable relationship as yet. Ammonia..."

    The rest of whatever she's written is scratched out. She doesn't even remember what it was. She lifts her eyes from the page to stare across the room.

    "You don't know me," she says to the far side of the room. "You want to, but you don't. You say you're in love with me, but you haven't seen the half of me yet. I am not your honeybee. I am a... I am nearly sixty. I am a very... Tired, and... Difficult, and lonely, and angry, and jealous person. The way I was with you the other night is as much a part of me as anything else you've seen. And you can't tolerate it. Look at what it's done. I can't... Continue on like this knowing that--that I am going to destroy your image of me, and break your heart."

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

Larissa has laid out her words, her thoughts and feelings, before Ammonia much like the younger woman’s work at the morgue. Organized, clear, concise, letting her observe the information and paint the full picture with the pieces. And Ammonia responds in kind, silent and attentive, grimacing at certain moments that pull her guilt from the depths of her throat - until the very end of Larissa’s speech.

‘I am not your honeybee.’ Out of everything she said, it is that line that cracks the mask of curious observation and exposes a sensitive nerve. Logic falls to emotion.

Ammonia takes a deep breath, places her mug upon her coffee table, feels the residual warmth from it in her palms, then against her tail when she takes it gently in her hands. She had never considered the idea that Larissa did, in fact, yield certain boundaries just for her well-being. Of course she would feel such a way.

“I know that you’re sensitive,” she begins, bringing one of her warmed hands to lay open over her own heart. The pressure is soothing. “Inside, like I am. I know that you care for everyone, even those who complicate things for you - like… like myself.” She sniffs - tries not to cry, but a few tears do escape to streak her freckled cheeks. “I know that you’re lonely - I am too. I know that you’re ‘difficult,’” she air-quotes with the word, “because no human being is as simple as they pretend to be. I know that I hurt you,” her voice breaks, and it takes her a second to be able to articulate words again, “and that is why you were the way that you… were. I know that I will see you upset inevitably - I just hope never to cause it again.”

“I know that things are hard for you, that you require patience. I know I want to be the one to ease you, and make you happy - and I know that it’s not some ‘image’ of you that I love, but you, the woman I want to know.” She watches Larissa’s face, the worry within it. “You cannot break my heart by being you. Just… by leaving,” her hands are shaking, “which you’ve made clear that you won’t do.”

“You are my honeybee not because of your role or demeanor, but because you are precious to me.”

It’s so much trust that she’s giving to Larissa, placing her heart into her hands. Trust that she won’t shut Ammonia out, or run away. Trust that maybe -

“Do you?” Ammonia asks, after a moment. “See me differently? In a good way?”

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

“I can let go of the flower, now my power has returned

I can look back at the past, now I see what I have learned

Try my best to act my age, but the child won't behave

She wants to scream and cry and rage, and who am I to dig her grave?

The teenage years I never lived

The innocence of high school kids

Young romance and endless nights

Of carefree joy and pure delight

~

Robbed me of a teenage world

Now I'm just an adult girl

~

Someone tell me how to heal the terror livin' inside me

I don't even know what's real, I just know I wanna be free

All the things I lost and loved

Swept them underneath the rug

Like the child, I wait and hope

You might repair the things you broke.”

[beweep]

Lonely Grave

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

📜 “All it takes is a new day sometimes.” ~ ~ ~ { from @scyftan }

Ammonia feels better today - somewhat. Better enough.

Her hangover was horrible, but could have been worse - she did fall asleep with a full stomach, after all, purely thanks to Larissa. She woke up after that night on her couch, head pounding, a glass of water and some Tylenol set upon her coffee table.

Once her hangover eased, it wasn’t just her body that ached less - her heart did too. After all, even if she humiliated herself in front of her darling, being drunk and blabbering, Larissa did stay - and promised a discussion.

One that has Ammonia feeling quite conflicted - bubbling with a blend of anticipation, anxiety and dread.

Larissa speaks the words to her when she’s sat upon Ammonia’s couch again, after the werecat told her that she is doing better than she was (which is far from a lie, as she is dressed properly and did do her morning skincare routine and take a very refreshing shower full of proper hair care) and hands her a mug of hot orange-ginger tea. “It’s not the new day that I’m grateful for,” Ammonia replies, before taking a seat (somewhat) beside Larissa and sipping from her own cup (in an attempt to ease her racing heart).

“I’m… I’m sorry that you had to see me like that. I don’t have any excuse - but it does mean so very much to me that you took the time to help me home.” Her mug is warm in her hands, and she recalls exactly when she bought this specific tea - in the grocery store, weeks before, mind sparkling with the thought of sharing it with her honeybee. Everything bright and sweet and full of citrus makes her think of the older woman. “I hope I didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable - and that you got back home at a decent enough hour.”

She meant what she promised - she will never let herself get this way again. The migraine was a suitable lesson, the nausea as well - but Larissa’s concern was warmer than any drink could ever be, deep within her belly. How could she not make the promise to her that she would take care of herself, and uphold it? She must. For her chérie, she must.

[scyftan]

    "Of course. It was no trouble." It was significant trouble. Larissa would prefer not to do it again; she's nearly sixty now, and late nights are difficult for her to recover from. She still feels hollowed-out by the lack of sleep, her skull empty of brain and full instead of anxious thoughts that bounce from wall to wall with echoing, clangorous thuds, making it impossible for her to do anything, really, but wait until it was time to come back here, to sit down with Ammonia, to have a conversation she doesn't want to have.

    She sips her own tea. It's delicious and warming, just what (she supposes) they both need.

    "I suppose I ought to... I promised you a conversation." She doesn't look at Ammonia. She'd like a window to gaze out, a desk to pose behind, some sort of prop, but they're just two women sitting on a couch together in a cozy apartment, trying to discuss something that's gone undiscussed for years. But she does have... She reaches into her purse next to her on the couch and takes out the small memo-sized notepad where, unable to drift off in the early hours of the morning, she'd jotted down some vague idea of what she was going to say.

    "I'll ask," she says, "that you please let me say what I want to say, without interruption, and then, and then we'll discuss everything and reach a conclusion afterward, as… There's quite a lot I want to go through. And please understand that, that I am--" going to vomit. No, she won't, but her heart is beating so hard that it seems to be ricocheting off her other organs, and it's a very queasy sensation. "Going to do my best. And that this is not--whatever it may feel like--a, um." She articulates the word as though it's a foreign language: "A 'break-up.' Is all of that... Acceptable?"

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

Larissa is anxious, too. Perhaps even more than Ammonia is. It feels special, as if she’s witnessing a whale breach the surface of the water - and she knows that, for Larissa, it must feel just as weighted, and alien.

Ammonia’s tail curls into her lap, but her hands don’t find it. They remain clasped around her mug while her head tilts and she looks up at her darling honeybee with what she prays is all of the softness and understanding that she can muster.

“Of course, Larissa,” she keeps her voice gentle. Her darling is as sensitive as she is, right now. And she can do what has been asked of her - listen first, process after - it just takes a deep breath. “It’s okay. Take your time. You’re doing very well.”

She doesn’t comment on the memo pad - even if, despite the circumstances, she does think it’s the most adorable thing she has ever seen the older woman do. She doesn’t speak her own plea, either, as she needs to focus on Larissa’s comfort right now, but it lingers in her head - please don’t tell me that I don’t know what I want. I’ve known exactly what I want for years.

Larissa is going to share herself with her. That is what she wants. And Larissa is going to stay, not recoil in disgust and horror and leave her alone for the rest of their lives. No matter what she says next, if she returns Ammonia’s love or not, she will be there, because she does care for her.

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

📜 @mysteriousmissweems sent ‘📖’ for a diary entry!

Dear Diary;

For reasons that are likely quite obvious, I absolutely adore how much my sweet darling loves cats. And, if I’m being quite honest, it’s also very nice to have feline friends to bond with.

I really have only ever met - to my knowledge - one other werecat, after all. My mother. But there wasn’t much bonding there, feline or otherwise.

Getting to relax within my darling prima’s office, cuddled up with her cats, it all really does comfort me in a manner I didn’t even know I was craving. A result of my mother’s neglectful behavior, I know - but I don’t need her, when I have three lovely cats to nap with, and the most kind woman in the world sitting just feet away, soothing me with her perfume and conversation.

Like I said, it’s endearing almost to know how much my sweet prima loves her feline companions, because surely that means she holds some affection for me too, does it not? Inviting me to join her queer ballet group, always making sure I have a safe and comfortable spot for my afternoon naps, discussing her favorite media with me. I cherish her.

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

📜 “All it takes is a new day sometimes.” ~ ~ ~ { from @scyftan }

Ammonia feels better today - somewhat. Better enough.

Her hangover was horrible, but could have been worse - she did fall asleep with a full stomach, after all, purely thanks to Larissa. She woke up after that night on her couch, head pounding, a glass of water and some Tylenol set upon her coffee table.

Once her hangover eased, it wasn’t just her body that ached less - her heart did too. After all, even if she humiliated herself in front of her darling, being drunk and blabbering, Larissa did stay - and promised a discussion.

One that has Ammonia feeling quite conflicted - bubbling with a blend of anticipation, anxiety and dread.

Larissa speaks the words to her when she’s sat upon Ammonia’s couch again, after the werecat told her that she is doing better than she was (which is far from a lie, as she is dressed properly and did do her morning skincare routine and take a very refreshing shower full of proper hair care) and hands her a mug of hot orange-ginger tea. “It’s not the new day that I’m grateful for,” Ammonia replies, before taking a seat (somewhat) beside Larissa and sipping from her own cup (in an attempt to ease her racing heart).

“I’m… I’m sorry that you had to see me like that. I don’t have any excuse - but it does mean so very much to me that you took the time to help me home.” Her mug is warm in her hands, and she recalls exactly when she bought this specific tea - in the grocery store, weeks before, mind sparkling with the thought of sharing it with her honeybee. Everything bright and sweet and full of citrus makes her think of the older woman. “I hope I didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable - and that you got back home at a decent enough hour.”

She meant what she promised - she will never let herself get this way again. The migraine was a suitable lesson, the nausea as well - but Larissa’s concern was warmer than any drink could ever be, deep within her belly. How could she not make the promise to her that she would take care of herself, and uphold it? She must. For her chérie, she must.

[brittsmemes]

THE  GUILTY   (2021)   SENTENCE  STARTERS.

“i  can’t  breathe  and  i’m  fucking  scared.” 

“i  understand  but  it’s  your  own  fault,  isn’t  it?” 

“hey  man,  can  you  tell  me  how  long  it’s  going  to  take?” 

“aren’t  you  supposed  to  fucking  protect  me,  man?  jesus  christ!” 

“that’s  a  good  use  of  resources.” 

“yeah, political  geniuses  with  ideas  about  how  to  do  our  fucking  job!” 

“this  phone  duty  is  shit.” 

“tomorrow  you’re  going  to  be  back  on  the  street.” 

“i  can’t  wait!” 

“okay,  she’s  an  angry  woman!” 

“i’m  back,  sir.” 

“jesus, finally!” 

“hey,  i’ve  got  a  wife/husband,  man.” 

“i’m  just  on  business.” 

“why  did  you  call  us?”  

“ i  just  want  to  talk  to  you.” 

“okay,  i’m  hanging  up!” 

“who  is  that?”  

“yes,  i  understand.” 

“is  there  someone  with  you?” 

“do  you  know  the  person  you’re  with?” 

“do  they  have  a  weapon?” 

“have  you  been  abducted?” 

“i  have  to  hang  up!” 

“we  don’t  know  where  they’re  headed.” 

“they’re  not  here.” 

“where  did  they  go?” 

“they  just  left  me.” 

“you’re  going  to  be  okay.” 

“you  promise?” 

“i  promise.” 

“we’re  protectors.” 

“we  protect  people  that  need  help.” 

“i  get  scared  being  alone,  too.  you  know?” 

“do  your  job  and  i’ll  do  mine,  okay?” 

“i  just  have  a  few  questions.” 

“i’ve  been  an  asshole.” 

“we  should  get  a  beer  sometime.” 

“that  sounds  good,  man.” 

“you  ever  go  gome?” 

“am  i  interrupting  something?” 

“oh  god,  no.  this  is  more  boring  than  taking  a  shit.” 

“that’s  enough!  it’s  enough!” 

“what  are  you  trying  to  do?” 

“you  don’t  even  give  a  shit  about  what’s  best  for  everybody  else!” 

“i  don’t  really  think  that’s  such  a  good  idea.” 

“you  don’t  know  shit!” 

“i’m  fucking  afraid!” 

“this  isn’t  going  to  go  our  way.” 

“no,  in  here  is  fine.” 

“you  could  do  something  about  your  attitude,  though.” 

[brittsmemes]

FOR  EVERY   🤔  I’LL  POST  A  HEADCANON  ABOUT  OUR  MUSES.  ADD  A  +  FOR  A  SEXCANON.

[cutelittlerpmemes]

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to

And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[mss-mahogany]

Reblog if your muse would risk their life to save a loved one

[melamemea]

temporary lyric sentences .

a collection of lyric sentences from eminem's song temporary.

"a lot of people ask me, am i afraid of death?"

"i think what scares me the most is not being able to say all the things i want to say to you. "

"who is it?"

"i've been waiting all night for the sunrise. "

"all it takes is a new day sometimes. "

"give me a kiss, monster. "

"i love you. "

"if i could just fall asleep, i'd be lost in a dream."

"right now, it's misery."

"i just have to remember."

"i just have to remember that when a heart breaks, it's not broken forever."

"in time, i'll be fine."

"these tears are temporary. "

"how should i start? "

"just want to say... look after (name)/yourself. "

"i know i was your rock, and i still am. "

"sweetie, be strong. "

"saying goodbye is just not ever easy. "

"why are you crying? "

"baby, dry your eyes, this is not forever."

"you will get over me and move on. "

"you can play me on repeat on a song. "

"don't you dare shed a tear. "

"(name), it'll be okay. "

"i'm here. "

"i will protect you. "

"as hard as this may feel, us parting is painful. "

"you will remain strong, (name). just hang on. "

"i need you to move on. "

"time heals. "

"i know this hurts. "

"there's gonna be rainy days, and i promise you'll get through them."

"fuck it, (name), i'll be honest. "

"i knew you were going to take this the hardest. "

"i know that it's breaking your heart, it's the hardest thing i ever wrote."

"what's your favorite song?"

"can you hear?"

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

📜 “I did it. I used my siren song on Dort. He’s never going to bring his horrible dogs near me anymore.” ~ ~ ~ { from @chromium-siren }

Ammonia blinks up at her teacher. Sometimes Lenina puts her into a state of awe, holding her head high and sharing her knowledge, doing whatever she can to fix things, even if slightly unethical.

She’s very aware of how her tail forms to curl upwards with curiosity. “He didn’t have his… special pocket watch?” Ammonia asks, rolling her eyes with her emphasis. God, the vice principal is so… tacky. “Your song actually worked on him?”

The older woman’s office will be a safer space now, especially for a certain feline student that quite enjoys her company. She has become rather fond of napping atop Lenina’s desk (when she finds herself shifted, of course).

[chromium-siren]

“It did, which is pretty surprising, all things considered. But then again, I suppose he left his pocket watch in his office since he also is a practitioner of taekwondo.” She sighed, thinking about what forced her to take action.

“You know he’s not really the most responsible pet owner, right? So, I was in line for the Tell-Tale Cafe, and his dogs must have been spooked by something. Acey-Deucey was barking a mile a minute, and Randall was trying to get away and hide. Somehow, he lost control of the dogs and they got away from him and nearly trampled me. Then he has the nerve to tell me to get out of the way of his dogs! I, of course, stood my ground and said that students would have been trampled, too, but he didn’t want to hear it.” Lenina knew she would still like dogs, but this moment stood out to her.

“I don’t want him to get rid of them forever, I just want him to be more careful next time,” she explained.

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

“And perhaps keep them on leads,” Ammonia suggests, nodding. She wouldn’t be able to stand the scenario Lenina just recalled - she fears her instincts may result in a clawing of two (which Dort would never let her get away with, she knows - even in self defense). “I don’t know how he was ever allowed to have them unleashed in the first place.”

She wonders if he even asked Larissa for permission first. He probably didn’t - the bastard. “I wouldn’t like them around me while I order my coffee, either… you’re right. He should really watch them more.”

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💟 continued. ~ @millicentclyde

Of course - Ammonia already knows that Millicent doesn’t ‘work well with others.’ She made that painfully clear the last time they spoke.

The hurt still lingers.

And on top of that, Ammonia also feels a petty frustration, because facial reconstruction is her favorite part of her mortuary sciences courses - but suggesting that they work separately and then loosely patch everything together into one presentation? How amateur.

“Our work won’t be cohesive if we do it without proper communication,” Ammonia speaks slowly, trying to ease her own frustration (and unintentionally sounding quite condescending, she knows). “Especially the visual properties. We’ll have to go over the entire case study together, again, so we reconstruct our subject properly.”

Really, Ammonia thinks, Millicent is going to put her ‘I don’t need anyone else’ prideful attitude over the quality of their work? She may risk her own grades and reputation all she wants, but to risk Ammonia’s? There are some things that the werecat just cannot tolerate. She quite likes her mortuary sciences professor, after all. “And I believe that you know that, Millicent.”

[millicentclyde]

IS SHE BEING CONDESCENDED TO? IS SHE BEING TALKED DOWN TO? millicent furiously sets her hand on her satchel. that's where her crossbow is. and if ammonia doesn't…!

no. she's being unreasonable. she turns and takes a deep deep deep deepdeepdeep ( ♾️ ) breath and reminds herself that first-degree manslaughter in the great state of connecticut is a class b felony and punishable by 1-20 years in prison. millicent has an inkling that the killing of ammonia mallove would land her a heavier sentencing. she can see it now: THE STATE OF CONNECTICUT VS. MILLICENT CLYDE—

yeah, no.

❛ do we need cohesive work? ❜ she asks through gritted teeth, glaring down at the case notes on the table. she refuses to look into those eyes — the ones with the erratic pupil shifts. ❛ is it not enough to fulfil the assignment's requirements? we are not bound to excellence, ammonia. ❜ she says ammonia the same way ammonia says millicent: dunking her name in a solution of acrimony and arsenic. ❛ and i think we have, over the past half-hour, demonstrated that we cannot, in fact, work cohesively. is it not enough to say we tried? ❜

[quoththekitten-nevermore]

Ammonia’s tail hasn’t been still since this conversation started, but now it’s bristling before the next violent flick.

“We could work cohesively,” the werecat growls, manicured nails pinching the bridge of her nose as she shuts her eyes. Her pupils shifting so frequently (plus this current frustration) really can give her a headache. If you could learn to listen to and trust other people, she thinks, but does not say.

“I always try, especially with my work. Consider this - we owe it to our subject to do our best. This is their death we have in our hands, to help them with. Their eternal rest.” Her tail flicks again.

Millicent needs to try. Not just with their project, but with her - she needs to try and open up. She needs to try and feel Ammonia’s sensitivity. She needs to try and learn to work with others - before Ammonia’s claws dig into something other than the wooden desk before them.

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