Another ISAT g/t thought I've been having: Borrower!Bonnie (and Petronille)
Basic run down is--Nille and Bonnie live in Isabeau's house. Isabeau has kinda already figured out something is there, but it's not causing any trouble so he leaves it alone. But he forgets to tell Siffrin this when they move in with him, and they come across the borrowers pretty much right away
Nille freaks out and takes out Siffrin's eye. Drama and shenanigans happen from there
people don't talk about the hotness of snake tongues enough. like, sure, we all love a girl with a forked tongue, but a girl with a flat forked tongue? beautiful. The way that thin ribbon travels up your neck as she tastes your sweat. How it slithers down your throat as you make out. How works up over your cheek, placing soft, gentle kisses on your closed eyelid, as her fingers entwine in your hair, as she holds you tight, as the pressure on your eye grows, as you struggle against her hand and realize you're held firmly in place, as the two little points of her tongue find the gap in your eyelid and force themselves through the narrow slit, how that flat, delicate muscle slides along your eyeball, how it slides down, beneath, between your eye and the well of your skull in which it sits, as you feel the pressure against the back of your eyeball as you finally give in and open your eyes again, staring up at her open grin, just barely able to see that long red ribbon climbing up from your field of view and back into her mouth, as the tip of it prods at your nerves, as your vision warps and darkens and blurs, as the pressure against the back of your eyeball suddenly releases as she pulls it free, as you're suddenly staring down at her tongue as your eyeball hangs limply from your skull, as you scream at the realization it's no longer in your head, as those nerves finally snap free, and you watch with your one good eye as the glassy orb stars back at you, gripped tightly in her tongue, as she pulls it into her mouth, as that shining, sparkling iris catches the light, gazing back into your soul as she finally bites down, your eyeball popping between her teeth, vitriolic fluid drooling from her lips, as she pulls the ruined thing inside, as her jaws close around it, as the lump in her throat makes it's way down her neck, vanishing into her chest, into her stomach, as she grins back at you, as her tongue reaching out for the other one. Yeah, people don't talk about the hotness of snake tongues enough.