Jul 12
“They just need someone to love them then they’ll get better” Certified villain fucker right here.
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“They just need someone to love them then they’ll get better” Certified villain fucker right here.
Willow has appeared! What to do?
Feed
Caress cheek
Run away
Kiss on the cheek
@thewriterandthekiller Miyamoto takes the know Willow test... Gets 6.
"I will now commit honorable sepaku to redeem this shamefully display."
“Miya-Chan you really don’t need to do all that! It makes sense that you wouldn’t know everything about me just yet! Six is still really good I promise!” Willow says with some panic in her voice. “A-A-And if you do that, then you can’t be my servant anymore! The grail will make me have to summon a new one!”
“I can’t…I can’t stand the thought of being forced to replace my friend…”
Lore Drop! for any or all!!
Send Lore Drop! And I will talk about lore or a head canon regarding my muse.
Willow actually got along with a good number of Irene’s husbands. Bram and Nobu were particularly fond of her, both adopting her as a younger sister. She wasn’t a fan of Dathan, and while she desperately wanted to adore Luka there was something about her that always seemed slightly off. When his crimes were revealed, Willow would realize that it was pain, fear, and anger of his now dead victims clinging to his body that had turned her stomach. Vincent and Dalton she had decent relationships with, and she was just as surprised as Irene was at their betrayals.
“Everyone’s doing such a good job!”
“I really wanted to try this since everyone else is! Good luck!”
(For Willow.) Oliver hummed softly as he opened up the shutters of his food truck. He was parked in the center of a large park, hoping the high traffic would attract customers.
His first customer of the day would be a lovely young woman, her blue eyes sparkling as she stares at the menu. Her hands are clasped behind her, head tilted slightly to the side.
“Excuse me,” Willow begins, leaning up some. “Do you make anything that isn’t too terribly spicy?”