#*symbol meme

♟ for something my muse admires

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

There’s really nothing Michael fears about when it comes to Gavin, but there is something that he keeps on the back of his head during challenges: Dying. Gavin’s known for his fuck-ups and crazy shenanigans, actions that tend to either not work out in his favor or cause something to happen to him later on. Either way, as Geoff said, Gavin sabotages himself. A lot. But Michael knows as stupid as Gavin can be sometimes, the guy is fucking sneaky.More than once Michael has died because of Gavin, whether by sword or lava bucket or what-have-you, because Michael didn’t see or hear Gavin coming up behind him and fucking murdering him on the spot. It’s definitely an eye-opener, and while Michael has always gotten revenge twice-over afterwards and laughed about it all when all is said and done, Michael’s definitely a little wary about Gavin when he becomes quiet.

‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)

Michael’s lips were twisted into a harsh frown. ”When I first met you, I thought you were a fucking prick. An idiotic, fucking dumb, son-of-a-bitch, British prick.”

A beat passed, and Michael relaxed a little, his mouth loosening up and curving up into a small grin.

“I wasn’t ever jealous of you, but I did always admire the way you worked so hard. And still do, by the way. People can say whatever the fuck they want about you, but they probably won’t get half as far in life as you have, and definitely aren’t as dedicated as you.

✕- How do they handle rejection?

With indifference, usually. If it’s not really something of importance or value to him, Michael will brush it off. It’ll sting a little, sure, but he’ll hide it, because most of the times he can get over it and has enough confidence to not let it affect him much. But if it’s someone close to him, with something personal, Michael will be very hurt. And he’ll show it by becoming angry, passive-aggressive, and distant to the person who rejected him. He won’t hurl abuse at them or hit them or anything, but he’ll pretty much stand his ground while being wary like a cat licking his wounds. Michael will never admit to rejection having any affect on him, though.

✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand?

♟ for something my muse admires

Honesty. If you’re not honest, you may as well not even bother speaking to Michael. He hates liars. When it’s a joke, sure, it’s fine, but if you lie on a daily basis, and Michael finds out, he will be furious and refuse to speak to you without biting you out. And it’s not just lying in the sense of where you are or who you are, but in what you think. He hates people who agree just to agree, who say one thing but think another. Michael is a very blunt, very honest person to the point where it’s harsh and almost cruel in some people’s eyes.

Send a symbol and my muse will : ✯ - cuddle

 It was a quiet day, despite the tensions wracking all of the Kingdoms. There was a war looming overhead and everyone was aware of it, but everyone refused to make the first move, to actually be the one to declare it and be both at the disadvantage, and the advantage. Michael spent his last week in Aylen’s Kingdom, soaking up the presence of his old friend and sparing no chances to tease and mock her about her still fairly new title. It had been a few months already since Aylen’s coronation, but Michael still wasn’t too used to seeing the crown on her head or the glory of her flourishing Kingdom.

   He wasn’t used to it, but that wasn’t to say he hadn’t expected it, and wasn’t proud.

 But the quick friendly barbs and the sarcastic remarks were done and over with for now, and Michael instead had his arms wrapped around Aylen’s waist, resting behind her comfortably with his chin hooked on her shoulder. It was a surprise she was letting him so close, but Michael managed to wrangle his way into her personal space and make a comfortable spot for himself in there without losing a limb or both of his eyes.

   It was pleasant - lying there and cuddling (so to say) with his childhood friend. Michael found it oddly startling to note how much they’d both grown - from 7 year olds to gangly and slightly awkward 12 year olds, to teenage adolescents and finally, adults. Fucking King and Queen. He still remembered the days they used to beat on each other endlessly with wooden swords, both refusing to back down and admit defeat no matter how bruised and bloodied they were. Aylen was just about as stubborn and fierce as he was, more probably in a different way (she had her biting sarcasm and wit and Michael had his churlish attitude and anger), and Michael’s eyes slipped close for a moment as he let out a soft hum, fingers tapping out a silent beat.

  “You know,” He mumbled, opening his eyes, and grinning when Aylen jerked a little at the sudden sound of his voice. He bit back the wince at the elbow in his side, instead gently pinching at her arm in response. “There’s a war that’s gonna start soon.” He began, and knew that Aylen was listening. "A lot of the other Kings and Queens are nervous for it, I know they are. You can practically fucking smell it on them whenever they visit, or whenever another ruler steps onto their Kingdom. It’s pungent, like a bad stink in the air." Michael wrinkled his nose at the thought. A King or Queen who feared a battle was no King or Queen at all - but a coward hiding behind some pretty gold and foolish soldiers who believed their rulers to be courageous and all-knowing. “But I don’t see that in my Kingdom. And I don’t see that here. Or in you.” He paused.

  “Wanna know what these dumbasses fear most?” He asked her, and grinned wider without waiting for a response. “Us.”

"They’d fear us, because they know we don’t fear them, because we don’t need to. Without fear you’re a fool, but to fear a fool is just to be the real fool.” Michael’s voice was low and quiet but firm. "We can easily start this war. We have the power to. We have the numbers, and the strategic locations, and everything else necessary. We can start this war, and make those fools watch their Kingdoms burn down if they don’t know what’s good for them and they try to fight back and take what doesn’t belong to them." 

   He fell silent for a bit, giddy and excited and there was a glint in his eyes as he looked at Aylen and saw the future like it should be. Pulling closer to Aylen and shifting into a more comfortable position behind her as he stayed as relaxed as ever, Michael breathed out.

Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your's house at 3AM...

✯ - with a sudden urge to cuddle

"Dan. Dan. Hey, fuckface, open the fucking door!” Michael yelled, his knocks going from polite and evenly spaced out to a frantic, angry and harsh sound. Stepping back once the door opened, Michael stared up at Dan with an unimpressed look and crossed his arms. "The fuck took you so long? Your house is only so fucking big, and by big I mean it’s pretty fucking small." 

  He was jittery and tense which only added to his confrontational and blunt words, and Michael quickly bit back the rest of his words because, okay, yeah, acting like a dick? While a part of his personality, definitely not a trait he’d want to play up at this time. And when Dan rolled his eyes and asked him what the hell he wanted, Michael seemed to almost clam up.

  “I’ve uh,” His eyes trailed off to the side for a second, and Michael shifted on his feet, looking a little nervous and unsure and frustrated at the same time. Fuck. He looked so fucking shady right now, like he was trying to sell Dan fucking drugs or buy it from him or some stupid shit like that. Finally, Michael decided to bite the bullet and let out a sigh. “I’ve got a favor to ask of you.” He said, and narrowed his eyes. "As in a, accept-if-you-want-but-no-questions-asked-and-it-stays-between-us." After a few seconds, Michael saw Dan’s nod and subsequent expectant look. Michael pressed his lips together before scratching at his neck. “I’ve uh…had some trouble sleeping lately. Don’t really know why. Don’t exactly have a guilty conscious or a history of insomnia but. I was gonna ask like, Ray or Gavin or someone but they’re still out fucking building the new platform with Geoff so you were kinda the only one left.” 

  Pausing, Michael cracked a smile. "Not to say that you were the last choice ‘cause, trust me, between the remaining guys - Jack, Ryan, Caleb and Kerry? You were definitely third. Maybe fourth. Either way," Michael shook his head. “I can’t fuckin’ sleep, right? So, I figured, hey, might as well try out that sleeping-with-someone shit people always go on about. And I mean that in a strictly no-blowies, no-handjobs, no-anal way. I left those days behind long ago.” Michael joked. “I mean as in like…cuddles and shit…” He murmured, a little more quietly, and how fucking funny was that? Yeah, joking about having full on gay penetrative sex with his friends and fellow neighbors was all fine and well but WHOA, WHEN IT CAME TO THE REALLY VANILLA, SAFE-FOR-VIEWING CRAP? He just kind clammed up. He wasn’t exactly the type to cuddle and share. 

Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your's house at 3AM...

✯ - with a sudden urge to cuddle

 Shoving his way past the confused girl, Michael made himself at home in her dorm room and hopped onto her bunk bed, his tail thumping lazily onto the mattress. “C’mere,” He told her, already letting his eyes fall shut. He didn’t have to look to see if she was coming or not - his ears twitched with every movement she made, picking up on the noise, and Michael smiled to hear her climbing up the rungs of the bunk bed ladder until she slipped next to him.

  By this point in time it was pretty normal of them to take naps together. Ruby may have been hyperactive and had a lot of questions on her mind that she liked to ask, but Michael would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the way she filled up the silence. Mostly because he didn’t really pay attention to her questions in the first place and just fell asleep but whatever. The biggest reason why he liked napping with Ruby, though? She was a great cuddle buddy.

  Wrapping his arms around her midsection, Michael snuggled closer to the girl, his nose pressed to her shoulder and he let out a small snuff, his ears twitching and being tickled a little by the skin of her neck. It was comfortable and it was an easy routine, and Michael relaxed almost immediately, the tension in his body fading despite the harsh day’s events. His tail thumped more energetically on the bed and Michael blushed a little but for the most part cared very little when he started to feel the familiar rumble building up in his chest and reverberating in his throat.

  “Shut the fuck up,” He grumbled sleepily, before Ruby could even say anything, but at her giggle he shoved his face deeper into her shoulder to hide a soft grin. "You’re so annoying, oh my god, go to fucking sleep,” He hissed, but there was a hint of laughter in it. 

  Ruby was loud and energetic and asked questions that made Michael wonder if she had met Gavin before and was a long lost cousin of his, but she fit nicely in his arms and she helped calm him down. 

Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your's house at 3AM... 

☤ - with a large, bleeding wound

 Michael wasn’t so very sure he had the strength left in him to even raise his fist and knock, but apparently he did, and he stepped back afterwards, trying to keep his eyes open and his feet planted firmly on the ground. He was swaying like a motherfucker, his vision going out-of-focus every few seconds and the world beginning to spin. He was freezing, too, but he was pretty sure that was less to do with the weather and more to do with the blood-loss he was experiencing right now.

   He still wasn’t sure what had hit him, other than that it had created an explosion as big as a Creeper (although there was no telltale hiss of the creature) and left Michael with burn wounds and a large bleeding wound in his side thanks to a chunk of flying debris.

  “Fucking hurry the fuck up…” Michael hissed out, gritting his teeth and biting down on his tongue a little. Which, okay, not the brightest idea. Making himself bleed even more? Deeeeefinitely not smart, but hey, the pain was keeping him awake, and that’s what he needed. Until Cloud opened the door anyway, if he ever fucking got around to it!

Michael was about to say fuck it, slump over on Cloud’s front step and bleed to death right then and there as a sort of twisted ‘fuck you’ to the spiky blonde man, maybe write a ‘thanks for nothing asshole’ in his blood for good measure and die with his middle fingers pointing straight to the sky, but it looked like whoever was up there decided to finally open the door.