#ma end

[brackishbarracuda]

> its been a wild few days, but you’re holed up in your too small block for your too cod dam tall body when things get a little. dizzy.  > the next thing you know you’re drowning in a shirt too big and tripping over the rest of the clothes still trying to be on your just right 5′2 body. you’re still, wow, really fucking dizzy and the nausea is steadily growing, but, hey, at least you fit in your own house! > ....ugh, maybe find a bathroom though, just in case. 

[askawase]

[Nyawase MA end]

[hitandrunduorp-a]

Matt was...a wreak. He looked like hell, and he felt like hell. But at least now, he could trudge along, now worried about being burned by the day, or going into a frenzied hunger anymore.

He just wanted to go home, and finally get some god damn sleep.

God this week was hell.

[hitandrunduorp-a]

Waking up, Matt groaned once more, but this time things were different. His little clothes were folded neatly beside him, and he sat up, now in jeans, a casual dress shirt, and hiking boots. 

“...where am I?”

Give him a few, he’s still fuzzy from the curse and all.

[hitandrunduorp-a]

Mattie groaned as he rolled over in the bed, his eyes slowly opening. God his head hurt. Slowly sitting up, he frowned as he noticed the lack of ability to move with ease, and upon inspection, noticed he was wearing his skinny jeans and a tight crop top.

Oh god, what did he do now? 

He sighed again and looked around, almost panicking when he realized he wasn’t home, but it didn’t take long to recognize the rich coloured paint on the walls, and the warm furniture the room contained. He was at Matt’s? Confused he got up, quickly slipping the clothes off and rummaging around the closet, glad to see some of his older clothes were there and changed into some loose jeans and a t-shirt. 

Sitting back on the bed once more, he rubbed his face.

“Alright Mattie, what’s happened to you now?” He almost grumbled as he looked around, annoyed before noticing something; a letter. Confused he grabbed it, and skimmed it quickly before realizing what it was.

It was his letter to Matt. In case his suspicion was confirmed. It didn’t take long for the last little while to start trickling back in, remembering about the little shit he was to Matt, and how uncomfortable he had made Ludwig feel, not to mention the bitchy princess he acted like towards Siegfried-

Oh...OH

Oh no, that didn’t...

Mattie just stared across the room, pale faced and sick before moving back onto the bed and pulled his legs up, the shocked expression still there as he hugged his legs and felt his blood run cold.

What a way to come back...

[malevolentmusician]

[Sheets wrapped around waist and coffee in hand, Hart was ready to look at all the tech the suit contained. However... There was no sign of any of it. The bodysuit, the cape, the tech... It was all gone. Hart let out a cry of frustration, sinking into the nearest seat. No--nonono, he'd spend all night with James, the technology was gone--!]

[amarilly]

(Welp, it's been fun but the day is done time for Pet to have to dump everyone.)

[nxghtlight]

The thing that calls Nightlight home, in the end, is the Moon Clipper. Or, to be more specific, it is the warm call of his most beloved Tsar and Tsarina, it is the light of an infant’s smile, and the distant reminder of just what he is:

It is not ‘The Grandest and Most Adored Final Weapon of the Lunanoff House, Loved and Cherished in Equal Measure, the Eternal Child that is the Spectral Boy.’

Nonsense titles.

It is 'Nanny,’ it is 'Nini,’ it is the Good-Night Kiss of the moonlight itself that peels away the Fear and the Hurt and the Lost, leaving Nightlight gasping and trembling and warm all the way down to his fingertips.

And then the glowing boy doubles over and throws up the contents of his stomach in the bushes. Oough.