Skymade:

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   “What if I wanna one-chump it?” She’s opening her maw wide, again, now hooking a finger on one side. C’mon, she can totally get it in… totally, right?

   “Aah oong–” Releases her mouth, wipes her thumb off on her pants, and tries again. “I don’t have a – a cutty-thingie. Y’know? I mean. Sometimes I just use a sharp, like. Corner or something, if I gotta cut something off, but… That’ll probably just…” She mimes squishing the cake, with a hand come hard above it, stopping just before it meets frosting.

Clock’s still tickin’ by, and Gag-Arm’s gathering flies, saucery-round eyes fixated on Willow’s mouth where she’d had her finger in it. “Wh—...” Her face turns a great old cherry-light carmine as her brain turns itself back into working order and she realizes what a zooker she must looklike.

“No reason not’t squash it, I guess,” she mumbles, fumbling likewise in her bindle for the little knife what should be in it. “But y’can use this. Instead. ’F you figure y’don’t wanna waste all the elbow grease I put int’ that frosty.”

misstheground‌ :

Shoya simply grumbled back for a moment, forcing out some mocking noises in an imitation of Gag-Arm’s tone, then finally, “Fiiiiiiiiine.” She did her best to hold still, though she still had a death grip on the other’s shirt. (There weren’t many people she trusted to carry her. Gag-Arm was decidedly not one of them.)

“I might throw up on you. Especially if you are not gentle,” she warned.

“An’ you won’t be the fifth-worse thing to git grody on me today,” she answered, smirking around the little corners of her mouth, smug like that was a badge-of-honor. ( Or mightbe there was a chance she was glad not to have’t sit on and useless about while Shoya went an’ ... kissed off.

Not as though they were chummy, or any’it, not friends, but like she had enough holes already in her life where people used-t’-be —

Like if she was gonna be anything but bottle right now, she hadda slam  t h a t  barrel’a thoughts closed. )

"’S plain-eyed insultin’ you think I cain’t carry some’n as light as you ‘gentle.’” Her stomach still felt heavy but she forced her face to lighten up and grin again.

“Not half far, any’ow. What’ve you got f’r a meddy kitch?”

Thinking with my mind… I don’t do that a lot.

  i got no roots ,   i got no roots ,   my  h o m e  was

never  on the  g r o u n d .

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moodboard meme (accepting!) // I’d love to see Shoya and Gag-Arm tbh, for @misstheground