Monday morning babiesssss

Jax held by hands for teasing

Deserved 😤

I’m realizing that a magical girl is just a Hero-Class Doll

Yeeeehawww

Many such cases! 😌

One day I’ll be an Executive Good Girl. Eyes on the prize, Lucille! 💛

I bet we’d be hiring if another diligent worker was around~

Counter-option to consider: Start getting Yakumans ten times more frequently

Babyyyyyy

We are both the most NORMAL GALS EVER about this

Factually true, factually true! ^.^ Your outfits and expressions are, as always, so perfect, Claudi!

...Maybe I need a work outfit that has more zippers...

When you work from home, no one knows you're in permanent bondage!

Must be a relief for @lacekitty.bsky.social !

Tamani, my beloved.

Suddenly missing that I no longer live in Rugby…

Hellllll yeah

a cartoon character with blue hair and a white face is cooking in a cauldron ALT: a cartoon character with blue hair and a white face is cooking in a cauldron

COOK COOK COOK COOK

drawing of Jacinthe holding onto Lebanne's leash. Both characters from Pokemon Legends Z-A

shy pet

Oh my god.

Woah…localized evil…

Hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah

Both ^.^

Hi, Domme that does want this we are complex and multifaceted creatures ;>>>>>

Performing the Grand Ritual and weaving the Wild Magicks to Appease The Divine One

(She is doing her Witch’s taxes so her Witch does not thwap her with a rolled up newspaper)

They’re pretty fine and comfy!Especially if one can’t open their jaw very far for something like a ballgag

(“Breathe. Calm. You are 863. You are calm. You have done your research. Breathe.”) It straightens. The mask is clicked back on.

A sensation of the mask being pressed -through- its head.

her lips move again. She tries the face again and smiles. (“That’s the expression. Perfect. I’ve got this.”)

Her fingers pressed just behind each ear. A soft hiss as a circle appeared around her face.

It lifted its mask away, staring into the mirror at rounded, featureless glass. Just a visor with a voicebox.

She scowled into the mirror. Frustration. Irritation (“Can’t even get -this- right, how are you ever going to figure out the rest-everybody can tell that you don’t get it-everybody can see that you don’t fit in-everybody can tell THAT YOU DON’T BELONG AND-“)

Two small clicks.

Beads of sweat dripped down her back. She dipped her head and said she just needed a minute to freshen up. She splashed cold water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror, then practiced her faces a few times. (“Eyes open enough? A little wider-no, too wide. My mouth goes like…this?”)

(“Smile, laugh, ask if anyone needs a drink, she’s telling a story about a small unhappiness so -don’t- talk about yourself to empathize, smile, talk now-no, now-no, wait…now? No that was just a pause-okay now it’s your turn to-wait the topic has changed-now I…smile?-no it’s-wait, when do I laugh-“)