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[MEME] Best quality: HIS WIGGLES
IT'S BULLSHIT SNAKE AU TIME!
I WANT TO PLAY THIS DUMB NAGA VERSION OF MY OC AND THAT IS WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN
SOME INFO:
He looks like this: X | X | X | X
Super cute gift art: By Luc | By Stabby
DESCRIPTION
JW is about twenty feet long from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. His skin is purple with green accent patterns. He's got a light tan underbelly. Sometimes I color his hair green and sometimes I color it blonde. I always forget which one I decided on, but it doesn't really matter. He's got yellow eyes and little lines of heat pits under them.
SETTINGS
GAME EVENT AU - Some games don't need much of a reason for shapeshifting events to occur. I've been in a few! Want to work off of established CR? Just assume some temporary bullshit is happening in a game we're already both in! JW is a snek now. Maybe your character is un-changed or maybe they're something else entirely! Up to you.
CANON AU - In his canon, JW has learned to move between worlds. What does he do with this knowledge? He steals shit and then sells it back on earth to antique dealers. Well this time he's gotten ahold of a cursed bangle in the shape of The Ouroboros. It constricted to his wrist and changed his body. Now he's freaked out and acting carelessly and somehow wound up dumping his ass into YOUR character's world.
-Will add more in the future!-
PROMPT IDEAS
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Once she's sure she won't fall into another peal of giggles she speaks, head cocked to the left and hip jutted out to the right.]
Uh-huh, right, whatever you say Mister Thief. Guessin' you don't have a clue about that fancy kid bracelet on your arm too.
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What's it t'you? Unless this place is yours, get lost. Finders keepers, losers suck.
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And thieves get cursed, oops. [She shrugs one shoulder, somehow managing to stay in the strange zig-zag position.] Not my place, way too run down. Then again, I don't have any place here.
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[Yup. Just gonna pretend there isn't a pair of pants still crammed on to the very tip of his tail.]
I'll have you know, I have a condition, and laughing isn't very nice!
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[SOJOURNER THAT'S NOT FUNNY.]
What's your condition?
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[He looks down at his coils and fishes out what he guessed used to be his knees. GOOD ENOUGH.]
This spot right here, muscle spasms. Spasms so horrible you wouldn't believe. Makes me flail like a live wire. No warning. Now get lost.
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[She hums, and is very clearly not moving anywhere any time soon. In fact, she has all day.]
If that's the case, I couldn't just leave in good conscious if you're gonna have trouble. How 'bout I give you a hand Mister Thief. It'll help me earn my girl scout badge.
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Not as smart as you thought, are you, smartypants? I don't need any hands and I'M NOT A THIEF!
[That gets him good and riled up. He puffs all up and gestures frantically to the spooky old building.]
That suggests anything I took actually belonged to somebody! It's obvious nobody cares about this dump. Except for you!
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[She blinks, looking confused. Did he actually think he didn't have hands for a second? ]
Eh? I don't care about the house. That, however - [she points at the bracelet, wiggling her finger a bit.] - I don't think is yours.
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[He's not going to change this girl's mind. So he rolls his yellow eyes and turns to...slowly inchworm away.]
It's mine now.
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[She finally straightens out of the odd zig-zag position, following him with tiny, measured steps as he attempts to make his great escape.]
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IS IT YOU? ARE YOU MY PUNISHMENT FOR TAKING A TACKY HUNK OF JUNK FROM AN EMPTY HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS?
[As the reality of his situation starts weighing on him, he turns around again and promptly has a short traffic jam with himself as he struggles to face her.]
I couldn't do anything about it if I wanted to! Beat or I'll--God, I don't know-- squeeze you to death!
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[She stops when he stops, waiting for him to sort himself out.]
You could try but you'd have to catch me first. And I've gotten away from more uncoordinated people then you dude.
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[But she was doing some good! His irritation with her made him pay more attention to her than his weird tailbody. Instincts took over as he inched toward her MENACINGLY.]
You might be surprised!
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[She looks unphased as he begins to inch towards her. The only action she takes is to shift her weight from foot to foot, hands going behind her back. Idly she fiddles with the strange watch.]
Trust me, y'don't wanna try winning a fight with a hopper.
[Alright. She's actually bluffing. She's not sure what will happen if he tries to constrict her like a boa.]
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[He lunges at her. And by lunches at her I mean he sort of stretches out really far and lands flat on his chest, knocking the breath out of himself.]
[After he manages to get his breath back he rolls over onto his back and stares at the sky. he is done. Go ahead, goggles, go ahead and laugh.]
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She trips on her own feet, and then right over JW landing flat on her butt next to him. She blinks then, looking very much like a startled owl.]
... I'll pretend I didn't see you totally fail there if you didn't see me totally fail.
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[Then she flops over him and lands right on her ass. He gives her a surprised blink before slowly sinking back down onto the ground.]
Deal.
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[She offers him a grin, crossing her legs pretzel style and holding out her hand.]
'm Sojourner, by the way, your resident potentially guilt induced hallucination.
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Jim. So. Will I be visited by three other spirits tonight or what?
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Oh yeah, totally. You've got the ghost of Christmas past, present and future comin' your way after I'm done.
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I'm afraid it's too late to change. The only way I can give this thing back is if my hand comes with it. So...you might wanna tell 'em it's a waste of a trip.
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[Said in a sing-song voice.]
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Glad I'm not a lefty...
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[She gives him an absolutely horrified look.]
'm not gonna let anyone cut your hand off! Gross!
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