How The Heck Can I Still Turn Into Is Till Lmao

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Aight bribery didn’t work what about blackmail? Uhhhh… I’ll turn you back into Michael Shelley if you don’t.

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I'm sure someone can understand the Distortion-

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G- Gosh... it's so Di-zzying in... _- staying in the same place for a min-ute....

YUM

Flower Shop.

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Sasha normally spent her off days at home. Every once in a while she’d yield to Tim’s attempts at getting her a date at some bar but she mostly just went with him since he was a movie’s worth of entertainment and kept her laughing. She wasn’t impartial to him coaxing her out of her apartment but she also appreciated the simplicity of sitting on the couch and reading a good book. This saturday hadn’t been one of those days.

Sasha had woken up and noted that she lacked any ingredients for breakfast, she was out of her usual produce options, her stash of tea was empty and she was out of cat food. She sighed and prepared for a chore day.

The morning air was brisk and the breeze cut through her core as she made her way through the farmers market. She picked out fresh tomatoes, some home grown spices, a wicked looking necklace that the seller claimed was made out of seashells and a fresh loaf of sourdough bread. After nearly dropping the bag and spilling all of the continents she managed to secure it over her shoulder and she walked to the convenience store just down the street.

There, she bought milk and eggs as well as sweetener. Sasha stared at the isles in contemplation, wishing she had just made a list, before giving up and paying for the three items. If she was quick she could at least make it home to turn on the tv and watch her favorite show.

It wasn’t long after putting away her groceries when she got a message from Jon. Something about a statement that he was following up and locations and hacking. Sasha stifled a groan as she begrudgingly agreed to meet him out on the corner of Jamesnrowe. Once met up with Jon Sasha followed him to what was supposed to be a women’s house who gave a statement about Jane Prentiss. Jon had apologized and informed her that Martin wouldn’t answer his phone and Tim had yelled at him to take the weekend. Sasha sarcastically thanked Jon for remembering she was also in his contact list.

The actual house was obviously abandoned, and when she tried to use her phone to look up information about the house all she got was decommissioned, infestation, and uninhabitable. She had the slight awareness that this might have been a trap of some sort. But nothing came out to greet them and when Jon convinced her to follow him into a slightly open window there was nothing waiting for them inside. Thankfully. If Jon had gotten her killed on a weekend she’d be very angry. It ended up being a wasted four hours and Sasha had been sure that the only way to get Jon out of the building would have been at gunpoint, but finally he relented. It wasn’t all bad, on the walk to the bus stop she managed to get a small laugh out of her boss. It was nice to see him off of his usual edge since he was out of that damned building. That institute was surely a cancer and she wasn’t all too pleased to watch it kill Jon slowly.

She got off of the bus at Baker street, a pleasant street not too far from anything and having a pleasant array of shops and scenery to keep a small crowd entertained. By now it was close to sunset and the light breeze drilled the cold air into her skin. Usually she only traveled this street in the daytime, when all the shops were open and the sunlight was kind. Even so, it held a nice atmosphere, fairy lights had been strung up in the rows of trees and a small street performer was playing gentle violin music somewhere nearby. She got in line to a food cart, something hot was sure to help her right now. Sasha watched the people walking the street. A man and a woman sat laughing, their faces illuminated by the streetlight and a cornershop promising baked goods. An old couple, well into their marriage by the way the woman held the man’s arm and walked with a gentle sway, seemed to be headed in a needless direction. Simply enjoying the sights as they came. Sasha watched as across the street a woman walked a large German Shepherd out in front of the flower shop. She stopped to light a cigarette and the dog barked at a tall fellow with long blond hair who was looking over the flowers. He was bathed in a green light coming from inside the shop and it illuminated the patterns on his coat.

Sasha blinked. Was that- she looked closer, noting the spotted scarf blowing in the breeze and the lines, shapes, and patterns in his multicolored coat. Micheal was looking at flowers. His hair stretched and curled around him, the edges blurring with the air around him, seemingly fading out and then back in. Sasha vaguely remembered him holding flowers the first time they spoke.

She glanced back at the inevitably long wait ahead and instead popped out of line and quickly crossed the street.

It only occurred to her mildly that he might not want company, and the thought caused her to slow down to a lazy walk as she approached the flower shop. The closer she got the clearer she could see the flowers he was examining. They were lilies, although she wasn’t the best at differentiating flowers but her mother had a patch of lilies in her garden when she was younger. He was tracing his thumb against the petal and she watched the flower stretch and grow to reach him. They were a brilliant orange that turned deep pink the further out they went. Some of the other petals seemed to have been tampered with as well, left amalgamated together and swimming with spots that seemed to move slightly. The flowers to the left of them had also been blurred together like a static image. Melting into each other and creating new colors Sasha was sure didn’t exist. They were gorgeous, and she found herself easily distracted by the moving patterns and colors in front of her to the point she hadn’t noticed when he moved, she noticed when he spoke though.

“Hello.” He said simply, still looking at the blooming patterns spreading over the petals.

When she turned to face him, she swore he looked sad. Like some tragedy had just played out and the only correct response was to cry.

“Hey.” She wasn’t sure what to say.

He gestured to the bundle of distorted flowers. “You see just another monster breaking yet another beautiful thing?”

Her eyes shot up at his words. Searching in his spiralling eyes for any glimmer of what laid beneath. “No.” She looked back at the flowers, a different type, she assumed daisies, had bled into the lilies, the petals turning white on the edges and spiralling inwards. “You haven’t broken anything.” To punctuate her point, Sasha carefully picked up the bundle of flowers and took them and him into the shop over to the cashier. She ignored the look of horror on the girl’s face and paid for the flowers, leading Micheal back outside before holding them out to him, daring to smile. “Just because something changes, doesn’t make it broken.”

Micheal stared at the bundle being held out to him for a moment before the slight look of surprise melted and he let out a laugh that ricocheted off of the surrounding shops. His laughter landed softly as a sigh as he took the flowers, Sasha noticing the tears in his eyes. They disappeared when she blinked.

He followed her through the chilly night air towards a hot chocolate cart.

“I do not like the cold.” Micheal said after a moment.

“Why not?”

The sadness was in his eyes again, in his smile. “It is unkind.”

“Oh?”

He nodded towards the flowers. “It takes the innocent things.”

Sasha considered the flowers he was holding. “It didn’t take those.” She smiled and he smiled back.

She ordered a cup of hot chocolate and wrapped her hands around the mug, the warmth highlighting the cold around her and causing her to shudder slightly. She wasn't nearly as well dressed for the occasion as Micheal was.

“Sasha?”

“Yes Micheal?”

“You are cold.”

“Ah,” She shrugged, “I’m alright, just a little-”

“Here.” In one fluid motion that she was sure shouldn’t be possible Micheal unwrapped his scarf and rewrapped it around her neck. Giggling to himself when it covered over her nose and using a single long finger to pull the fabric down below her chin. He tipped his head and moved the remainder of the scarf to sit over her shoulder, his eyes glazed over when he smiled, satisfied. “There.”

She moved her hands up to her neck. Feeling the soft fabric of the scarf. It didn’t look like a singular texture, more like something someone stitched together crudely, but it was as soft as cotton and warm. It reminded her of something homemade and loved. It tingled slightly against her skin, as if it was an extension of Micheal’s form. She chuckled and looked back up at him. “Thank you.”

They continued on. Sasha wasn’t entirely sure where they were going, she, wrapped snugly in a scarf that wasn’t hers and holding a hot cup of chocolate between her fingers and Micheal, wearing a symphony of colors on his coat and distorted flowers held prettily in his hands. Sasha was sure they were prettier than before. The silence buzzed loosely around them as they passed other people making their way in and out of shops. The music from the violinist echoed in her ears as they passed by. It was nice. His arm brushed against hers and it just made her smile a little wider, not missing the small giggle that echoed close and yet somewhere far away.

Eventually they made their way to the bus stop where a bus had just pulled in. Sasha watched as a few people got off. She turned to Micheal and smiled, sitting down her half empty mug.

“Here.” She carefully removed the scarf and he leaned down slightly to allow her to drape it loosely over his shoulders. “Thank you again.” She noted that his smile was no longer sad.

Micheal hummed and pulled out a singular flower from the mess and held it out to her. His words were shy as he repeated what she said earlier. “Not everything that changes is broken.”

She took the flower and spun it lightly between her index finger and thumb. “And sometimes, the innocent things outlast the cold.”

“Sometimes.” Micheal echoed, and she got onto the bus.

Idk who this is I'm just bored

I believe I've made something a year ago so i decided to share my meals

Died from stress and came back flying

(Died again)

Same energy

I post this a second ago how is this blowing up help

OH MY GOSH R U GUYS OKAY...

I got bored

You know someone would be doing this

@gerry-the-archivist @imogen-eye @eryntheartifact @wren-of-the-flock

WHY NOT. ❤

*get my reblog button and smack my remade art here*

I never draw this kinda thing sorry

here. have paint3d catboy michael.