#somemindsatwork

[nineliabilityrisk]

you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me. ( for your henry, from my mike? <3 / @somemindsatwork )

" you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me. "

[[ cool thanks i. didnt need my heart anyway 😬👍 (/lh) also i went for post-ennard pre pizza sim bc. that time period is so good for the dynamic between them]]

-- [ asked by @somemindsatwork ] --

Henry paused where he was draping a blanket over Michael, hand coming to rest on the boy's shoulder from where he stood behind the couch. "Michael," he started, voice soft - even if the boy looked different now, it was still Mike. Still the same little kid he took in and cared for all those countless times that Will couldn't be bothered to. He still needed to take care of him now, especially after what had been done to him in that facility. Henry never should've let him take the job. "Of course I did. You're my boy, you know that. Taking care of you is what I do. What I need to do."

He would admit, he had been... Startled, to say the least, when Michael had arrived on his doorstep a few nights ago. The darkness and Henry's flickering porch light hadn't exactly done the poor boy's haunted, decayed features any favors, but once the man himself had gotten over his shock and registered just who exactly it was - which, granted, took him a while, and a cautious reminder from Michael - he'd ushered the boy inside without a second thought.

His feelings on the matter were rather conflicted, but not about the boy himself. Never about the boy himself. He cared for Michael like his own - nothing, especially not something like this, something this horrific that had been entirely out of his control and had hurt him this badly, could ever change that. This conflict regarded William and his creations.

He had never known about the Funtimes, not until Michael told him everything. He'd known of them, sure, he'd heard of the rental service his former business partner had started, but he hadn't been aware of the truth about what the man had been working on down there. What those machines were capable of. The news Michael had finally uncovered about Elizabeth's disappearance, the dead maintenance techs, the Scooper and that tangle of wires stealing his skin, walking his lifeless body around like some kind of meat puppet - it was horrible. He couldn't believe he had let that happen to Michael. The poor boy didn't deserve that. Any of that.

"You've just been through Hell, kid. Your whole life has been you going through Hell - it doesn't seem to know when to stop. If there's anything I can do to make it better, I will. You're my responsibility, and I actually tend to take care of those, as opposed to some people," he said, a healthy amount of spite in his voice. Not directed at Michael, of course. Directed at the elder of the Afton men.

This was about the point in the conversation where he would usually reach down and ruffle the boy's hair in an attempt to comfort him, but, well - that. Wasn't exactly going to work in this situation. Considering the fact that he didn't have much left. This was going to take some getting used to.

[adcthamilton]

a kiss while being reunited after a long time . ( from john <3 / @somemindsatwork )

@somemindsatwork (x)

Alexander grabbed John's face without saying anything. It had been a couple months since they had last seen each other and they were currently alone. He might as well take advantage of the situation at hand. He pressed his lips against John's, arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer. He knew in the back of his mind he was barely giving the other man a chance to react but he was just excited to see him.

He pulled away a second later, eyes closing he rested his forehead against John's. "Ah, forgive me, but I just got caught up in the moment of seeing you once again. It's been a while." He whispered after a moment, watching John. His eyes fluttered closed after a moment, heart that was racing finally slowed down.

[ahogedetective]

🤝🏻➡ to give a Historical-Drama Hand Touch™ ( from Maki 👀👀👀 / @somemindsatwork )

{ Love Is In The Air }

🤝🏻➡ to give a Historical-Drama Hand Touch™

If Shuichi were spending today by himself, he probably would have just treated himself to a chocolate dessert with some coffee, and enjoy it with a book. Not that he would have minded much to do so... but being able to spend today with Maki instead, was much better. He always had a wonderful time, doing so with her....

It was still pretty early in the morning, so Shuichi thought it'd make for a nice idea, to walk alongside the shore of a lake. That, and he knew she liked morning lake shores, and he could see why; the quiet morning, paired with the view of the morning sky reflecting off the water, as the waves calmly move, truly made for a tranquil and beautiful sight.

"I love how the lake looks at this time of morning... I can see why you do, too. It's so pretty... Ah, I think there's actually a spot around here, that gives you an especially pretty view of it. If you'd like... I brought some treats for us to enjoy together: perhaps we could so, while relaxing in that spot for a while? Hehe..." Even something as simple as that, while they chat away about anything, would make today feel even more special, because he can do so with Maki....

Eventually, they will come across a set of stone stairs that would take them up to said spot that'd give them a great view, a small gazebo. The stairs were a bit steep, so they would have to slowly and carefully climb them. Though as he was prepared to do that... he halted in surprise when Maki had reached to grab his hand. "....!" Such a sudden action took him by great surprise. Touching his hand so delicately, tenderly... as if he were a princess in those old historical dramas. For a moment, he couldn't help but look between her and their hands. "A...Ah...."

A dark red dusted his cheeks. Did she do this, maybe.... to make sure he'd safely climb the stairs? Or because... she just wanted to? That part of him found himself hoping... it was morso the latter.... and found himself thinking how warm her hand felt, touching his so softly like this. "H...H-Hehe..." But worried if his surprised reaction might make her wonder if he's okay with this or not, he gives her a shy, but warm smile... and cups her hand right back. "I.... I-I'm okay with this. Your hand feels nice to hold... u-um, if that's not, weird t-to say!" He chuckles, finding himself blushing even harder the more he stammers. But finally... does he go to take the first step up the stairs, with her, heart bouncing happily as he whispers: "L... Let's continue going up the stairs one by one... like this, s-shall we...?"

[mudskip-muses]

@somemindsatwork liked for a short thing uwu (X)

If one didn’t know any better, they would say Gundham looked nervous as he approached the other boy with hurried steps, arms crossed over his chest while a hand brought his scarf up to cover his face. “Weidler of the Singularity, I have an inquiry as to if you have seen Steel Red Elephant Maga-Z in your travels from the great hall of domains. I lost sight of him after acquiring nourishment from the dining hall after awakening from my slumber and I am growing worried with his continued absence.” 

He seemed embarrassed to have to ask such a question, not typically one to ask for help when it came to his animals, but Hajime had long since proven he could be trusted with such things. “With his never-ending appetite for chaos, I fear the swift hands of calamity will soon be upon us if he is not returned to me before the days end.” 

[fooliery]

@somemindsatwork​ has a little birdie at his window.

It took some straining, grunting, and whining at the nothingness in his head, but within an hour Ouma manages to climb up a tree and shimmy down the branch to Saihara’s dorm window. One hand clings to the wood for dear life while the other wipes away the sweat that collects on his brow, a sigh passing his lips. That was the hard part— now for the easy part.

The branch creaks as he shifts his weight from the tree to the window of Saihara’s dorm window, slav squatting with his feet perched on the precarious sill, balanced like a stray cat. His two palms were resting on his knees and, for a moment, he considers knocking on the window to catch his classmates attention. Only to realize that the idea of staring blankly until he notices brings him much more mirth at the possibility of reactions it might conjure and so stare blankly he does.

[shinidogawa]

💞 ( for kokichi fdkjfkdshj / @somemindsatwork )

Send 💞 and I’ll mark which dynamic duo from the stereotypes below our muses are. | Accepting!

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

( Lydia Barnett ; closed starter )

      𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. The letter was one that left her mind empty, not exactly sure how to record all the thoughts and the actions that transpired over her time in Washington’s camp onto a paper or two for her parents. Then, leaving it for another day would make the task even gnarly. Despite this, she still tried time and time again, thinking of how worried her mother might be feeling for her daughter to be so close to the war, despite not being allowed to step foot in it. 

      Her eyes moved from the paper and lifted to the visitor, expecting anyone but the one standing at the front of her tent.

       ❝ Mr. Hamilton, what brought you here? ❞ her brows lowered, expecting the worst from Washington’s right-hand man to come to her quarters. ❝ Is it troubling news? ❞

@somemindsatwork​

[oftreasury]

@somemindsatwork (discussed starter)

Alexander was seated on the bed, glancing over the book that he was looking at. Letting out a small sigh, he closed the book before setting it aside as he glanced over at John who was seated at the table in the small room that they were sharing. The two of them having to take turns having to use it for their work or personal use. “John?” He asked as he sat up in the bed as he watched the other man for a moment or two.

It was a hard topic to bring up but he didn’t know who else to bring it up with. “I was wondering if I could ask you a question.” He was speaking a little slow and a little nervous. A hand came up and rubbed the back of his neck as he looked over at the other man. “What was it like? I mean being with two different people?” It was better than to just beat around the bush and just tell him what h meant and wanted to discuss with the other man.