BITCHES AIN'T SHIT / dump v.4

[dannychan]

who is he and why are u hurting him

[peridot.]

It's Muse
And I'm hurting him bc I was listening to music and the idea popped into my head, "what would it be like if Muse got his human body back after everything happened in the warriors world??" And then I realized it'd be incredibly traumatizing and overwhelming

[dannychan]

o h
bitttttch ur not allowed to have muse anymore /runs away with poor baby

[peridot.]

I'm SORRY he's just so prime for angst babe

[dannychan]

b a d b o y

[peridot.]

Listen it may get happier
I was thinking it was in a TNW type place where Muse was human again, so Immy could find him and he could be a happy boi

[dannychan]

and
and mike?

[peridot.]

Well yeah d u h
He becomes a very depressed boi without his husband but he'd have to find him first

[dannychan]

you wanna message me about it baby?

[peridot.]

A lil itty bitty piece of writing that I did in my head today that I may expand upon later:

His head spun, and his legs shook beneath him as weakness gripped his body. He vaguely thought of how his legs were too fucking long, before he kneeled down and retched, the feeling of confusion and painful familiarity being too much.

Pressing his arms into the ground, the noirette took deep and even breaths, blue eyes closed tightly as he tried to calm down. He was vaguely aware of his oddly long legs folded underneath him, and rise and fall of his chest. He wasn't sure how much time passed before he lifted his head again, but it surely wasn't enough.

When he did look up, he noticed that the world around him was blurry and unfocused, and he desperately searched around the leaves around him, begging fate to have been kind to him. He practically let out a sob of relief when his fingers closed around a pair of purple rimmed glasses. When the noise came from his lips, he recoiled and covered his mouth, looking down in shock and panic. The voice was his, but... It wasn't. It was so achingly familiar, while at the same time being dreadfully and terrifyingly not.

Hands shaking, he pushed the cracked glasses onto his nose, trying his best to get his bearings, despite the pain and shock that stabbed into his lungs and ribs.