#... hey

[jamtav]

is it cool to like homestuck again or

[iminyournotis]

don't get boxed in

[bravevolunteer-a]

@marymycete asked: you don't think i'm a bad person? // prompts from bones and all

HOW COULD HE? Michael has known loss, he's known betrayal, he's known monstrous: if losing his family one by one over the span of just a few years and the looks he got from near-everyone around him weren't enough, the phantom pain of a blade piercing through his abdomen was. From the moment a flatline rang through dismal hospital walls years ago, it's been ingrained within Michael's psyche that he deserves this: he deserved blame, contempt, he broke his father's things. Combined with the guilt that was already flooding him, all it left him with was to play a strong hand in his own isolation: as much as many hated him, he also pushed them away. It wasn't until Rose moved to town ( and after they somehow managed to push past the phase of Michael desperately trying to cut her off ) that he let himself really have someone by his side again. She asks him if he thinks she's a bad person, and he knows the feeling too well.

Maybe anyone else would say he should. Not a day has passed yet where he hasn't thought about what happened. Sometimes he traces the the skin where a scar should be, where he would expect a lingering ache and rough tissue but is met with nothing but smoothness, as if it never happened. That is, if it weren't for how clear the memory is: he can easily recall the white-hot pain, the twist from an experienced hand gripping the hilt ( of course, it was all part of the plan he didn't know yet, to make Rose THINK Michael's father would murder him so easily, all to ensure there was no hesitation in handing over a sample, she would heal him, William Afton would claim he did it FOR THEM ). He can't forget the look on her face when he collapsed right in front of her and the way she didn't even hesitate to close the wound.

Again, she asks him if she thinks she's a bad person, and Michael doesn't care that it was set up. She saved his life. He hasn't had anyone who he felt would do that for him in a long while. And maybe that's the inhuman part thrumming underneath his skin, not only drawn to but born from her, but he cuts that thought quickly. Tough shit. Learning to cope with what he is now, it's nothing compared to the fact that she was there for him more than the one who was supposed to be.

"No." Michael shakes his head, tense and fiddling with his hands, but his tone is entirely certain. He already tried to tell her it was done on purpose, but it seems to do nothing, so he grits his teeth, forces himself to dig out the reasoning behind his insistence like pulling teeth. "No, Rose, I don't. Look— whatever I AM now? I'll deal with it, I'll figure it out. I know you never wanted to do this, but... you saved my fucking life. And the set-up part doesn't matter 'cause if I hadn't met you I'd... who knows what would've happened with him?" Michael has the haunting feeling that he would have ended up dead anyway. "I can't think you're a bad person after that. I can't."

[absentmoon]

was gonna draw more but then i saw tennis outfit ecstasy in my images

[unicromx8]

   tapes wheels to himself.