my strange perverted masochistic cat
note: tongue tattoo has faded here (i draw their tongue with or without the tattoo depending on mood. same for piercing. the split tongue is not permanent i dont like it that much but they probably do)

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my strange perverted masochistic cat
note: tongue tattoo has faded here (i draw their tongue with or without the tattoo depending on mood. same for piercing. the split tongue is not permanent i dont like it that much but they probably do)
call me old fashioned, but i think tara's reaction upon meeting jenny would be thinking something like "so /that's/ why willow wrote calendar instead of rosenberg that time" (willow's crush on jenny canon in my heart)
couldn't help it. i wrote you a fic.
"S-so." Tara fiddled with a loose thread on her sweater. "Is this...is magic something you've been doing for a very long time?"
"Oh, no, I'm pretty new to the whole shebang!" said Willow, in that breathlessly nervous, obliviously bewitching kind of way that had helplessly ensnared Tara from the very get-go. "I mean, I've been studying a little under Ms. Calendar--um, not, not under Ms. Calendar like, y'know, like I'm under you when we do spells together, just, haha, under Ms. Calendar like she teaches me basic magical theory! Sometimes! And besides which I think it's more Giles's thing to be under Ms. Calendar--not that I've thought about that! At all! At any point in time! Because that would be totally weird and, hello, boundaries--"
Tara had entirely lost the thread of the conversation. She reached for the one thing she was only halfway certain of. "Ms. Calendar...is your teacher?"
"YEP!" said Willow, who was beginning to blush. "MY TEACHER. YES."
"And she's the one who made you realize you, um," Tara colored, "like doing spells with other girls?"
Willow took in this question as though she had just been told that the world was round after years of thinking it flat. She opened her mouth, clearly about to reflexively disagree, and then, very slowly, shut it again, her blush deepening from a delicate pink to a fire-engine red.
"...Okay," said Tara with giggly mortification. Maybe Willow was new to more things than just magic.
Febuwhump Day 26 - Help Them
From The Prince of Thieves:
The slap is so fast, so unexpected, it doesn’t even hurt—at first. I gasp and clap one hand to my cheek as it begins to sting, the other hand floating awkwardly before me in its manacle. “What the fu—”
“You,” he snarls, every trace of amusement gone, “do not get to call me by my name. We’re not friends. I’m not on your side. You gave up your right to my given name the night you—”
His words die.
Of course. That’s what this is about.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe, not because I mean it—because I’m not fucking sorry I crept away in the middle of the night without even leaving a note—but because I don’t know what else to say that will make him do what I want.
I’ve always fancied myself a good actor, but perhaps I overestimated my abilities; that seems to be happening a lot these days.
“Do not lie to me,” he hisses. “I’ve no interest in your insincere contrition.” Baden Hatchett takes a breath, straightens his back, narrows his glare. “You said you had information. I will have it.”
All right. I can work with that. Our meeting isn’t going how I planned, but…at least I’m getting somewhere. “I told you. A trade. Make Dr. Gysborne do his job properly. Help him—Fox. He’s so sick, and—and—” I swallow. “And I will tell you all I know.”
imagine in that theorized scenario where all of the fallen children come back to life after a pacifist ending. them waking up to find that it's been tens or hundreds of years. having to make their way in a world where everyone they once knew is long, long gone.
mishima 🤝 nao 🤝 ranmaru
being relentlessly bullied by nankidai for their hair
Donna’s shipping post: they love intimacy! Talk to them for hours! Connect with them!!
Damien’s shipping post: you need to pry out genuine emotions from this man with your bare hands, and he will be kicking and screaming the entire time.
Sam’s shipping post: emotions??? What emotions ??? How are YOU feeling, babe :-) ?
pigs in trees,,,, shidd i lov that band