thermodynamics.

//Okay Y’ALL get this.

My annoying coworker was exposed to our boi COVID-19 WITHOUT A MASK (we work in a hospital???) and decided it was a good idea to breathe down my neck while I bleached the room trying to fix his fuck up. And then he tried to talk to me later??? While he still ain’t wear a damn mask??? And he tried to offer me food??? No, I do not want your diseased French fries, Plague Bringer, I want you to repent. 

Long story short, I’m not feeling so well and if I test positive, I have to self-quarantine for two weeks in a basement with shitty internet. On the bright side, I could look at it as playing a 5D chess move by claiming a ventilator before all the other peons who get infected later.

So it’s a semi-hiatus for me.

Extreme Omnivore

//Despite not even needing food, Mica loveesssssss to eat. He’s a known glutton who will eat pretty much anything edible, and plenty of things that aren’t. Basically, if he can catch it, it’s going into his crockpot. It’s good that he’s not picky, because his own cooking is mediocre beyond belief (although he’s very good at baking cinnamon buns), but his peers find his dietary habits disturbing. 

Dark Messiah

Woobie, Destroyer of Worlds

the dark | fire | open water (sea/ocean) | (any) deep water | being alone | crowded spaces/enclosed spaces (agoraphobia) | confined spaces (claustrophobia) | change | failure | war | being controlled/lack of free will  | prison | blood | being a burden | drowning | suffocation | public speaking | supernatural monsters/animals (any kind) | heights | death/dying | intimacy | rejection | abandonment | the unknown | the future | not being good enough | scary stories | talking to new people | defeat | poverty | loud noises | being touched | powerlessness  | bugs | ghosts | growing old | rain | lightning | natural disasters ( any kind ) | poison | school | hospitals | pain | mirrors | god / religion | buried alive  | betrayal  | people | social class | freedom | frogs | dogs | challenges | making friends | injury | powerlessness to prevent loved ones from being hurt  | marriage | child-rearing | adulthood | the cold | humiliation / disgrace | violence / aggression | memories of your past  | not doing enough | losing someone else after already losing someone  | not knowing your place | being the reason someone is dead  | being too late to save someone  | fairies | yourself | aliens

Redheads unite.

Hmm… how peculiar.

Mica picked up the snack, turning it over a few times. He didn’t recognize what it was. But then again, Mica ate a lot of unidentifiable things, both edible and… not so edible. Living near the Arctic Circle where people didn’t have much choice in what they ate six months out of the year, he couldn’t afford to be picky. Not that he ever was in the first place.

He sniffed it. Oh! It was seaweed!

Aww yiss.

Now this was what he was talking about! Strawberry shortcake was one of Micamin’s favorite desserts. He beamed, getting ready to dig in, when he looked closer and…

Where were the strawberries? 

His disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined. Strawberry shortcake without the strawberries was just shortcake, and nobody ate shortcake on its own. 

Ah, it was nice of him to offer him food, though. He should be grateful.

Mica looked down at the octopus. Was it a poisonous species? Who cares! He was a God and he could eat whatever he wanted! But… 

It’s not that he disliked octopus. There were a lot of tasty dishes that could be made with it! Takoyaki, nakji bokkeum, and in this case, sushi… But the person who gave him the delicious bourbon chicken looked like an octopus, and he wouldn’t be able to shake her image from his head if he ate it. At the same time, it was bad to waste food, especially a gift. He needed time to decide whether he could eat it, or whether he’d throw it back in the ocean, so he accepted it, stuffed it down his shirt, and went to the pet store. Mica bought a tank and other supplies.

There. Now he had time to think.

“Hmm… smells yummy,” said Mica, taking out the fork and knife he had on him at all times. He’d never heard of bourbon street chicken before, but based on its scent, he was more than happy to make its acquaintance. Mica took a bite.

Happy Valentine’s Day! Micamin doesn’t care about romance, so he’s spent the day eating your snaccs and gently bullying Zagiha. 

Mica liked antique stores. Although, for him, they were more like nostalgia stores. Sometimes he’d come across an item from his time, and he’d stop and look at it for a few moments, remembering back to the days when it was brand new and innovative, only to fade into musty obscurity. How the times changed, he thought, turning his attention to another thing.

There was never a time in his life, though, he lived underseas. So he was particularly eager to explore the shops offering old sea relics. He hoped to take a few back to the surface to add to his “collection.” What he actually collected, he wasn’t sure. He just bought anything he liked. 

Mica’s diet was best described as... omnivorous. He loved animals, sure; he was a friend to all living things, sure. But that didn’t mean he had any qualms eating them. His personal philosophy when it came to meat, though, was he had to catch it wild. That’s why he refused to go to any of the restaurants for a seafood meal, and was currently foraging for fish, mussels, and seaweed in the “housing” complexes.

Today Mica was exploring Thol Lodowas Housing. He didn’t claim any of the apartment complexes as a place to live (Gods had no need for any shelter), but it was very fun hunting and gathering in a fascinating place. He crouched down and shone a light on movement he caught out of the corner of his eye. Nudibranchs! He admired the colorful little slugs, deliberating on whether he should keep some in an aquarium or barbeque them. Taking an animal from the ocean to keep as a pet was probably bad, he decided, so he grabbed one of the little suckers and popped it in his mouth, savoring it like it was a meatball.

//I have two Part I starters to write still (which will be posted in like twenty minutes), but here’s a starter call for Part II of Frenzy! Cap is at 2. I’m open to threading together as a group!

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

“Oh goodness, no, dearie me, absolutely not. Romantic love is nothin’ more than a cocktail of dopamine, adrenaline, and norepinephrine coming from your hypothalamus. Emotions have no spiritual significance. They’re just chemical reactions, so once you get to the bottom of it, love is worthless! It exists only to coerce two idiots into mating and bringing another life into this horrifying meat grinder we call existence, where they, too, will someday also give in to their animalistic desires and perpetuate this endless cycle of suffering. Isn’t that silly?”

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

“I love nobody in particular, but I adore the entire world. And I have no qualms sayin’ that. Platonic love is the only form of love that’s any bit beautiful, although, like everything else, its existence is ultimately futile. Sad to say it, but I’m also trapped in this nonsensical system, so I might as well do everything I can to reduce the sufferin’ of every living creature on earth.”

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

“Hmmm… am I experiencin’ deja vu? I got another question just like this.”

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?