#[ muse status ]

[malka-lisitsa]

Someone better pay attention to her or she's gonna set the lockwood mansion on fire.

[deisbookofdemons]

"Ow!" The Anti-Fairy shouted as a red emerald hit his head.

"What hit me?" He asked, rubbing his head before he spotted the glowing red gem.

"I say! This isn't any normal gem now is it?" Anti-Cosmo said as he picked it up.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Butch had fallen ill seemingly out of the blue; he was fine just yesterday but waking up this morning was a challenge. The cowboy didn’t often get sick, if at all, so he’s naturally baffled by how it could creep up on him so fast. He rules out a hangover, having been far too busy yesterday to indulge in his alcoholistic habits.

Disheveled and aching all over, he’s unable to go about his usual routine of catching breakfast or feeding his horse, or even shaving the stubble he hates so much currently peppering his face. There’s an unbearable dizziness he feels anytime he moves a little too much and he’s hot to the touch. More than hot, scorching. Someone would surely burn their hand if they made contact!

Parts of him that ache the worst happen to be his head, specifically surrounding the areas of his puny horns… that might not be so puny anymore. His back, near his shoulder blades, there are stabbing sensations in either spot, as if there’s something inside of the area pushing to be freed. Hell, his teeth even ache! He hasn’t gotten to properly feeling them yet but golden fangs are present where they weren’t before.

Was this… another process of his transformation? He shoves that thought to the back of his mind, hoping it’s some variation of the flu or hay fever. Maybe if he didn’t entertain the idea it wouldn’t come to fruition? Unfortunately, that’s not how things work.

Butch lays curled up in his tent, shivering under the doubled up wool blankets—he’s incredibly cold. So, so cold…he buries his face into his feathered pillow, his expression contorting as his body registers every ache and pain. His vision is blurry and though he’s attempted to force himself up, it feels impossible. He’s resigned to the spot that is his sleeping area, a pathetic lump, his mind left wandering while he’s conscious. If Darlene was here… he wouldn’t feel so alone about being under the weather. The thought and the misery he feels in his current state make his eyes sting a little; those were tears, damn it. Atleast no one was around to see him like this.

He hears his horse stick her head through the entrance of his tent, scraping her hooves against the dirt on the outside to try and get his attention. She’s hungry and waiting for breakfast but Butch doesn’t have the strength or energy to feed her. Sure, grass was an option but fruit and veggies were so much better! So she takes it upon herself to grab the bag of vegetables and fruits he had collected for her just yesterday and drag it out of the tent. Then she begins gorging herself, not leaving a single crumb in the process.

[elxgantcaptain]

".... Do you think I'd be a good father....?"

[passimtemere]

Won't ANYONE feed this poor hyena he hungee

[hunter-royalty]

"Never trust anything without feet."

[feelinsheepish]

Terrance is singing with the birds, quite a beautiful voice and song that seemed to hum through the valley and mountains.

[therxtking]

"It's alright, your majesty. I'm going to help you, It's a pleasure to meet you!.."

"You are so fucking small..."

[historiquegargoyle]

He's sat taking notes on the passed out guests, even plucking hair and taking swab samples to pack away.

[violeteyedkiller]

He's just having a lot of emotions.

[malka-lisitsa]

"If you fuck a werewolf transformed.... are you a monster fucker or a furry?"

[meadowash]

don’t mind him, he’s… oh, he’s scrolling through pictures of engagement rings.

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

Butch is preoccupied with jarring up the remainder of his special homemade moonshine that he’s bringing to the party, humming to himself all the while. A variety of delicious fruit flavored alcohol all packaged neatly in their own individual mason jars.

[elxgantcaptain]

Staring at the bottle from across the room and hating himself for it.

With a small, muffled cry of self-loathing and annoyance, he rose to his feet suddenly and marched out the room, deciding some fresh air, maybe some fruit with ease this pain in his skull.

[general-kalani]

No one look at him he's rushing away from the bunker with at least twenty notes.

[passimtemere]

HE'S HERE!

If you even care