Full moon.

A loud, annoyed growl breaks the quiet of the night as she struggles to get up. Her limbs are shaking, they feel weak, as if they were like jelly. And, after what seems like an eternity, You can finally stand … On all fours.


She lowers her head to see what is so wrong right now, and her eyes land on two paws, resting on a tuft of grass. A surprised yap escapes her mouth as she stumbles backward. Once she’s come to a halt -meaning that her butt met the ground once she had tripped over a visible root-, she shakes her head and internally sighs.

It happened again.

Glancing up, You closes her eyes after seeing the moon in her full phase, irked.

The full moon sucks.

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anonymous asked:

It wouldn't be pleasing, Sweetling, it would hurt like a bitch. Like stubbing your toe a million times, and then when you're hopping backwards and you can't see because you're crying you step on a lego, and you fall because that hurts even more, but as you fall you try to grab for something, end up almost grabbing a piece of paper only to get a papercut from it, and when you land you land on your funnybone kind of hurt. All over your body. Just stay with us, and let us love you, Dearheart.

yeah but i could also just die????? like???? it be cool nobody’d miss me