#M!A: Ungooped

[asmallredlight]

It’s day three (four? technically four) of her stay at Wick’s home. She’s spending it thinking about where she’ll end up next. Maybe back with Stace? She does have things she wants to talk about... But that’s just a possibility. Hmm.

Of course, that’s just mentally. Physically, she’s strolling into the kitchen to get a drink. She’s thirsty, she feels largely comfortable here due to her trust of Wick, and she’s not particularly intimidated by the monster in the kitchen. Despite all the warnings that have gone over her head. She strolls in quite calmly and slowly, and singing to herself boisterously, savoring her capacity to do so. “Relax, take it eeeeeaaasy, for there is nothing that we can do. Relax. Take it eeeeaaaasy-”

She pauses for a moment to crack open the fridge. Turns her head to see Patches, feasting upon pancake leftovers from this morning. She smiles just a little, waves, then puts her face back into the fridge. And then she picks it right back up. ”Blame it on me or blame it on you!”

@jpstandsforjustpatches

[officialmarvul]

"yeah." a whisper, running their fingers across the wound in their arm. "I've seen Greylu returned to bone, then forced to go through the change back again, over and over now. every time an m!a is used to ungoop him... about four times now. maybe five. it splits apart his bones from the inside, the greyness seeping out as they splinter to shards and pieces. I, really hate that." so, so much understatement here. especially as they consider something similar happening to their son.

“... We really have to save him but, as I said. He won’t listen to me or Eclipse. Only his family. Friends...” { Dream whispers, holding onto himself. }

[official-star-and-moon]

*nods slowly, watching Austin... cute.* Greylu's going through one right now where he's been forcefully ungooped... for him it's... not, a pleasant experience. Juice's brother currently has six wings that look like the night sky. Juice... ... um. stuff.* -totally not awkward blushing.*

Nightmare nods along

"Okay... so everyone's going through some m!a- Wait what do you mean Juice stuff"

The fire cat goes and sits on top of Nightmare's head.

[asmallredlight]

what the fuck

just drank water

zero

[asmallredlight]

hum

do i trust water

[asmallredlight]

upsides:

enjoy singing

get to see hinata

do not make a mess

can talk

can look at people

get to be cozy

being alone is tolerable

being in a group is tolerable

downsides:

dont like walking

more upkeep

cannot travel

no powers

midsides:

sleep is weird

[asmallredlight]

oh this is what tired is like

[asmallredlight]

clack clack clack clack clack

teeth

[asmallredlight]

https://picrew.me/image_maker/7065

the earrings

perfect

[asmallredlight]

no clue how much time i have

but i will learn to sing

[asmallredlight]

i

friction

[asmallredlight]

M!A: For the next week, you are a human! You take the form of your Picrew. Enjoy.

Sheer is just about to slide nonchalantly underneath her late girlfriend’s bed to try to spend a little time watching Stace, who has recently begrudgingly permitted Sheer to do so on occasion, reducing her number of lonely nights. She moves towards the edge of the bed, sliding forward on her base, but then her base is no longer a formless pile of her sludge.

Her base is legs. 

With her legs folded underneath herself, her knees over the edge, and her torso leaning forward, her weight makes her tip over like a felled tree, and she’s never really “fallen” in a way that matters before so she doesn’t have the know-how to put her arms out and catch herself. Her face hits the floor rather abruptly and that’s NOT how impacts work with her usual body structure, this is a new kind of pain she hasn’t felt before. Confused, alarmed, and hurting, she curls up a little and then panics as she feels her solid body, eyes darting around the room for answers before settling on her computer.

[asmallredlight]

normally i type in chunks because it makes it easier to keep my hands from dripping too much

i can suck myself back in and get my thoughts out of me in short efficient bursts

and moving my fingers too quickly normally can cause some flinging so i minimize the work i ask them to do

but these fingers are so thin and blunt and solid that if i want to keep typing a sentence i just can

its still not preferred honestly

its kind of not how i think and now how i feel like i should sound

like a disingenuous presentation of myself

but here you are

[asmallredlight]

face is warm disease

[asmallredlight]

meredith is being very good to me

[asmallredlight]

i am a lot better

meredith is helping

@liliumsunshine​

it is still weird

how do you live like this