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Mom, um… I need you to know that I did really try. I tried really hard, but, um… I just can't help it. And I'm sorry. Oh no, you have nothing, nothing to apologize for.
can a depressed lawyer do this
malepeta and yaoi dirkpeta
cw: mcd (post mw3)
gaz who can see red strings of fate seeing ghoap's...
and having learned that different shades of reds mean different things.
and he knows the color that connects them. dark, blood red—the color of poppies. red wine. dying embers in firelight. dried blood on concrete. he knows what that color means.
and he hopes and begs and pleads with fate. with whatever gave him this sight. that he is wrong.
that for once in his life his vision is failing and the colors are wrong.
his sight of the red strings has always been a thing he could ignore. just an everyday part of his life. fun sometimes, in school to play games and become a "match maker".
but now it's a curse.
it's a curse because he doesn't know how. or when. but that dark string. that blood red omen. won't see itself untied from pinkies and gently eased around hearts.
kyle knows it won't. and it makes kyle sick.
so he does things. tries to speed up the process. tries to make his stubborn hard-headed passionate teammate and lieutenant see what is in front of them.
to maybe. maybe rush fate before its time.
but he should have known. just as he's learned many. many times. he cannot force fate. nor can he stop it.
and when the dark red of their string fades into johnny's pooling blood, kyle knows he's never been wrong.
some doodles of Lmk x Puss in boots
and also a little drawing of the last chapter of peach flavored kisses :'D
my boy needs therapy, love, understanding and to send his ex to hell <3
Mammon wakes up in the middle of the night due to the lack of snuggling on MC’s part,
He opens his eyes groggily and hears.. very soft hiccuping and sniffling,
He shoots up immediately and grabs mc’s arm
“Heyheyhey- what’s wrong!? What happened!?”
MC turns to look at him, their face scrunched, warm, and wet from tears, they respond in a shaky whisper,
“You cheated on me.”
“I did?!”
“In my dream:(“
“Wh- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?”
“I DONT KNOOOWW”
Now mammon is infinitely pissed at HIMSELF as he pulls MC into a hug, eventually MC explains that they’re more angry at their brain for conjuring up such a stupid dream. But mammon is angry at himself for like a week.
He ends up getting MC a lot of little treats during that time, he wants to make sure their brain doesn’t ever think that’s a possibility again dammit!