#* micah / 001.

[ravensrevcnge]

Closed for @a-small-drop-in-a-big-pond | Rio & Micah @ the Lone Wolf

The Lone Wolf was a frequent stop for Rio, typically between leaving from work and heading home - or, more often than not, stumbling to Amelia's because it was closer. But tonight, as he threw back another shot and slid the glass forward towards the bartender, he was debating maybe sticking around for the long haul. When did this place close, anyway? Did it ever? Perhaps he could lounge about 'til morning and head right on in back to work. "C'mon, Boudreaux. You've got stronger shit back there."

[amoody]

Where: Public Park When: Early Morning, 5AM Who: Alastor & @micahmulciber

Early hours of the morning would always be Alastor's favourite time of day. The way that the sun rose over the horizon, the way the streets were empty, the stillness of it. He valued the little things, and this was definitely one of those things. It was just barely five o'clock in the morning, and yet Alastor was outside taking a walk through a public park, enjoying the brisk morning air.

A figure caught his attention, and Alastor had to blink to ensure he was indeed seeing things correctly. He sighed, slowly moving towards the bench that Micah Mulciber had claimed as their bed. What a sad sight, and he couldn't help but to feel guilty about their situation. Would things had been different if he'd simply let them go? It wasn't as though Micah had been busted for murder, it was a simply petty crime, and they'd gotten hurt in the process. The guilt in the pit of his stomach was part of the reason he'd fought so hard for their release.

"Hey, you awake?" Alastor asked softly as he approached the park bench, not wanting to disturb them if they were actually asleep. But how could somebody possibly sleep in such an uncomfortable place, so exposed to the world and it's elements? "C'mon, you can crash on my pull-out for a bit."

[doctornilayxaksoy-esfahani]

📜🌈𝙽𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 & 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚐

It never ceased to amaze Nilay over what treasures thrift shops were and could offer. Everything they offered and how often they changed, always keeping her visits interesting. The moment she saw the stall at the Pride Festival she had tried her hardest to not just bolt towards it and stay there. To shop and buy whatever her heart wanted, both for her family, friends, coworkers, and for herself. And with Eli spending father-daughter time with the girls, she found it the perfect opportunity to do some shopping. "Oh, how beautiful," she gasped. The historian lifted up a Babylonia-inspired snow globe, the base representing the blue gates and inside consisting of a replica of the Hanging Gardens, gold glitter inside the globe and ready to cover the tiny monument with just a gentle shake. She noticed someone out of the corner of her eye and she said, "Have you been able to find anything that catches your eye as well? I can't believe that this exists; It's incredible!"

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚘: @bloodbuzzfm

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 ; 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕

𓂀 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝟹𝚛𝚍, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

[mckns]

When: Firefly Festival Where: On the trail towards the meadow Who: Marlene & @micahmulciber

Marlene stopped in her tracks, a familiar face standing off in the distance. She couldn't quite put her finger on who it was, the only thing she knew for sure was the fact that she knew who they were. She stood, staring, the gears in her brain working overtime as she tried to figure it out. Only their face was familiar, whoever it was had certainly aged since the last time she'd seen them. But who were they? Did she actually know? Should she know?

All of a sudden she found herself face-to-face with them. Apparently as she stared she started walking towards them. Surely she was making them uncomfortable, staring blankly with no explanation. Marlene shook her head before smiling wide. "Your outfit is totally rad!" She exclaimed, "Where did you get your shoes? I love them. Can we trade? I wonder if I'd fit."

[loveofcharacters]

Feeling his arms wrapped around her always brought a smile to her face, but she felt it spread just a little wider than most days. Vera stretched her head back to stare at him, "Micah," she warned. "It's ours?" she asked distantly, "And that five.. million I'm assuming, is set in stone? Can't negotiate that a bit?" she joked, with a nervous chuckle to follow. "I don't think so," she answered. "I'm overwhelmed but, the longer I look around this room." She explains, "I can see it." she smiled staring back at him. "Do you have a pen?"

@writermuses

[saulweissberg-archive]

availability / @micahweissberg setting / frederick's farm, april 13th, late evening before closing.

he thought he saw a ghost. well, not a ghost, since his son wasn’t fucking dead (as far as he knew, at least). perhaps a mirage was a better word. a hallucination. all those words made more sense than micah gideon weissberg actually being there, in providence peak. almost two thousand miles away from new york city where, saul believed, his son was living. it had to be an image his mind conjured up. there was absolutely no way micah was there. though they didn’t communicate as often as they should have, saul doubted there was any universe where his son would come to providence peak and not announce his presence. in the very least, shoot off a quick ‘dad, i’m in town, let’s get dinner’ text. was he really such a piece of shit father that micah would travel all this way and not say anything? why would he ever come to providence peak, anyway?

saul caught a glimpse of a man that looked very much like micah, and at first, tried to ignore the urge to follow after him. he just wanted confirmation that he was going crazy. departing from his friends, saul pushed past the crowd exiting the farm and jogged lightly to catch up to the man that looked suspiciously like his son from the back. it couldn’t be… “micah!” saul called out, cupping his hands around his mouth so the sound would travel over the noisy crowd. he kept pushing through until he was just a few feet away. “micah?” he called again, stretching his hand out to grab the man on the shoulder. “mikey! is that you?”

[theodoranowak]

Raising an eyebrow, Theodora can’t help but tilt her head curiously at his apology. He mentions having a shitty memory, which is funny, because she thinks most kids have shitty memories. “That’s not something you need to be sorry for,” she points out. “I was older than you. Stands to reason I’d remember you more than you’d remember me.” She smiles. Most of Micah’s antics while she visited a house either run by Terry or Cassie (or, consequently, both) mostly involved him running around, or being a child elsewhere. Their interests never quite aligned, as children, due to their age gap, which was just as well. She thinks she may have resented him quite a bit if he had been able to communicate with her the same way she’d been able to communicate with him. She’d’ve felt the jealousy tenfold, then, knowing her role in the Weissbergs’ lives wasn’t as important, as prominent. At least with the age gap they did employ, she could look at him more as a little brother she never had the time to get to know, and not the boy lucky enough to have so much affection granted to him from all the edges of his life.

She softens slightly at the mention of Saul’s excitement for her joining the firm. “He was just excited about my record,” she assures him. “I’m sure it’ll look good for the stats.” Huffing a small laugh, she finishes her whiskey sour and shakes her head at his offer. “I don’t think that’s true,” she teases. “But even if it were, I think I gotta call it a night. I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow,” she waves the bartender down to close her tab, glancing over at Micah. “Hey. It was good to talk to you, yeah? Don’t be a stranger at work.” She narrows her eyes slightly. “And whatever you and the receptionist keep betting on — I want in next time.”

his mouth is wedged open, brows furrowed and nose scrunched in scandalized disgust at the way she initially describes her relationship with his father. look, he's not into kink shaming, believes that everyone has the right to partake in whatever fetishes they wish to as long as it's between two explicitly consenting adults and that it isn't hurting anyone, but— "oh." well, that certainly makes more sense. a little surprising, but it makes sense. still, the first part warrants a drink, and he downs the rest of his cocktail in one long sip as she continues to tell him more about how she's come to know both his parents.

which warrants another drink, but the bartender is too far away and he doesn't want to interrupt her. so he opts to chew on the stalk of the cherry he'd rather trade for a cigarette. "no kiddin'," he chimes, nodding. it's not hard to believe that his parents hung out with her parents; while he was primarily raised on the lowenstein humility and the value of hard-earned money, he was also somewhat privy to the flourishes and frills of wealth courtesy of new york's upper echelon via weissberg pass, though his grandfather had made sure exposure to such frivolous displays had been limited.

he's embarrassed, then, that he doesn't remember her when he apparently should, when she clearly remembers him. or maybe daniel lowenstein just did one hell of a job trying to deprogram the weissberg out of him everytime he'd come home from such gatherings. bless his heart.

then she admits her jealousy towards him. he couldn't help it— he huffs, almost to ridicule the feeling. how is anybody really supposed to react to that? that they envied you, that they wanted something you had before you were even born? it saddens him to think of his parents in those times; young with bright futures, excited to start a family together. what happened? was it him? was he the reason his parents could no longer stand to be in the same room together?

he swallows that lump down and chuckles nervously. "i have such a shitty memory, i'm so sorry," he says through gritted teeth as he chews on the cherry stem. he's sure people don't often apologize for things they did or didn't do when they were four years old, but oh, well. "i'm sure you could've held a grudge if you tried a little harder," he muses, though she probably would've changed her mind at some point in his teenage years, anyway. might actually want nothing to do with him. "if it's any consolation, my dad was really excited that you were joining the firm. couldn't stop talking about it, actually. i just didn't realize... yeah." knowing the history theodora shares with his father, he huffs, smiling. "well, shit, now i'm a little jealous." the sentiment would've been better kept to himself, but the alcohol has loosened his tongue and she'd been so honest with the fact that she'd been jealous of a fetus. now they're even. discarding the cherry stem into a piece of napkin, he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his inner jacket pocket, taps it on the heel of his palm out of habit. "i'm steppin' out for a smoke, d'you want one? you can take these things outside," he gestures to her drink, "rihanna does it all the time."

[mister-and-mx-no-where]

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“Ah so this is what they’ve be using. How interesting….Ah yes. I believe greetings are in order.”

Name: [REDACTED] [REDACTED]

Higher up number: 001

Nickname: Judge (and I prefer you call me that)

Age: Mmmmm late 20s early 30s but m as me no mistake I am older than that.

Sexuality: I swing either way :)

Pronouns: He/him

Why am I here: Just to keep a better eye control on all the kiddos that are knowingly or unknowingly under my wing.

Hobbies: None of your business

Under my wing: @alexis-child-of-the-night ah now where do I start with this one? They’re so disobedient had of lately and their new family isn’t helping either. I might have to taken my old on them after all.

@a-son-of-great-gifts He’s a very smart boy and very good at taking orders. He’s one of my favorites really. Very very good boy. Though I can tell he’s been getting restless lately. And I sense he isn’t very happy with me.

@and-the-son-makes-three Crystal and Madison, two great girls. Though Madison isn’t really an assassin just more of the helper. And Crystal is extremely good at her job. And Micah my my he’s grown. I still remember him making that oath.

”Here I am.”

Name: [REDACTED]

Nickname: Dr. [REDACTED] or just Dr.

Higher up number: I’m not really a higher up. More of an assistant.

Age: 20 I think

Sexuality: Ummmm I’m still trying figure that out myself come back later

Pronouns: They/it

Why am I here: I’m here to assist Judge and the other higher ups. This is my job basically didn’t really have a choice. Oh and I’m here to study and make logs on these demigods.

Hobbies: Anything scientific or books I like reading a lot too.

People I know: @fates-we-cant-control Atticus….my dear Atticus….gods I miss you. And Nova your new friend I’m glad you two can support each other.

“This is me. Don’t mind the horns a freak accident..”

[red-dead-sakharine]

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[mentorshq]

✧ — WANTED CONNECTIONS + 001

Micah is looking for a partner in crime!

[keycomicbooks]

Moon Man #1 (2024) Erica D'Urso Variant / Kyle Higgins & Scott Mescudi Writers / Marco Locati Artist / 1st Appearance of Moon Man Ramon Townsend & Micah Townsend 

#MoonMan #1 (2024) #EricaDUrso Variant / #KyleHiggins & #ScottMescudi Writers / #MarcoLocati Artist / 1st Appearance of Moon Man #RamonTownsend & #MicahTownsend "Issue 001" Ramon is ready for a quiet life. Whatever went wrong on that failed moon mission, whatever happened in the missing minutes the cameras didn't capture, all he really wants is to settle down back home. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA https://rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/Moon%20Man.html  #KeyComicBooks #ImageComics #ImageUniverse #image #ComicBooks

[owensfitzpatrick]

where: fitzpatrick’s deli who: @priorsmicah​ & owen fitzpatrick

“Listen, Killer, I dunno where the fuck you got the idea that I’d give you a free coffee from, but it ain’t happenin’,” Owen told the blond from across the counter, having just finished up with the lunch rush for the day. Fitzpatrick’s Deli had opened back up earlier that week, and much to his surprise they’d been as busy as ever. That’s just what happened when you were a staple of the town’s history, and while rebuilding hadn’t been easy or stress-free, Owen was happy to see his hard work finally paying off. Still, that didn’t mean that he was in the business of giving handouts. “We were outta business for almost six months, so I should probably be upchargin’ you for this shit, but I’m not,” he arched a dark brow, head tilted to the side as he looked on at Micah. “So, you wanna pay the whole two dollars or are you gonna boy-cot me ‘n go to Starbucks instead?”

[jiakim]

THIS WAS STARTING TO SOUND LIKE one of micah's comedy shows. he deflected things with a joke and a charming smile easily, but jia could also tell that he wasn't taking her words to heart. "maybe the world isn't ready for said wisdom," jia said sagely. "they will absorb things they aren't ready to confront and take over the world." it became more and more obvious that their tastes in clothes was very different. the bejeweled jacket was an interesting choice to say the least. not to mention a completely different cut, shade and colour from her own clothes. "don't make me call your mother," jia threatened teasingly as he checked himself out in the mirror. "bright sparks is the community center here in cardinal hill. i volunteer in my spare time. it's mainly focused on queer youths."

"what, and inspire the next generation of comedians into being responsible with their future by having a fail-safe career in law?" he huffs. "can't believe you'd deprive them of my wisdom like that. that's not very educator-ly." he tuts, giving jia a playfully disapproving shake of his head. seriously speaking, micah had never seen himself as a teacher type, barely has the patience to give instructions before he decides he'd rather do something himself, so jia's probably better off keeping him away from a classroom.

plucking a bedazzled jean jacket from the rack, he reads the text on the back, hot mama, and runs his fingers through the pink studs, a couple missing that gives it that rugged, distressed look. it's a little oversized. he thinks it might fit him. so he tries it on, the slightly cropped, boxy fit just falling above his hips. "what is properly in this economy, even?" he muses rhetorically, half distracted as he checks himself out in the mirror. he considers wearing the jacket to a gig, just for shits and giggles. maybe it can be part of a bit. "bright sparks? what's that?" he pulls his gaze away from the mirror, looking over his shoulder at jia behind him.

[lovehurried]

“You are so bad at this. It’s cute.” Micah leans against his side of the bar, gaze moving back to Greg as the man who just offered to buy him a drink heads back to his friends. “I can’t remember the last time I saw someone be that spectacularly awkward when someone tried to flirt with them.”

@greghirs​​ sent a 💬 for a starter and gets one from here

[testcsterone1x1]

@douchebagsfortestosterone

the way micah sees it, if the school’s going to let pillow biters work as teachers, then he’s well within his rights to take advantage. rumors about one of his teacher’s pervy closet-faggotry is a hot topic for the students and micah’s always placed stock in them. he's constantly wearing skimpy shorts and tanks to class, stretching and manspreading excessively, and he even uses his golden-boy charm to “coyly” flirt with his teacher whenever he can. micah knows that the other students hate how much ass he eats in class, but they can all suck his dick for all he cares. the highest grade is the highest grade, even if his top ranking isn’t exactly due to his scholastic prowess. today, he has his tease act turned up to the max since he’s been asked to stay behind for the first time. “gotta say teach, today’s lesson was absolutely awesome. your lectures are so bomb!” he beams, thrusting out his hips some to show off the way his tiny shorts bunch around his crotch. “but anyway, what’s up? i hope this isn’t about my last essay. i worked really hard on it, but if you have some critiques i’m all yours. mold me, sir. i’m pliable and a quick study.”

[saulweissberg]

the topic of law seemed to be a safe one, at least for brief moments in time. and, well, if there was one thing that saul could talk about all day, it was his chosen profession. saul responded carefully to micah’s proposed specialization. “environmental law? alright.” which was a much more subdued and edited version of what he truly thought about it: you’re not going to make any money, and that shit’s for nerds. not like his beloved family law, which netted him millions every year and satisfied his need to look into the interior lives of strangers. he fell in love with it while interning at his cousin’s law firm, and knew from the jump that there was no other specialization for him.

micah had no interest in working for him beyond a summer internship, that saul had already known. it still smarted him, though, any time he was reminded that his son was only doing this as a means to an end. that stupid elephant in the room that neither brought up. saul knew micah didn’t want to be an attorney, but they both pretended like maybe someday micah would join the many weissbergs that were in the legal profession before him. truly, saul thought this whole comedy thing was just some flight of fancy, a goal that would fizzle out on its own, but no matter where his son’s future ended up, he doubted it would have anything to do with law, and he was increasingly sure his practice wouldn’t have its name changed to weissberg & weissberg in his lifetime. he gave a small nod in response. “offer’s always on the table, though.” saul iterated quietly, though they both knew micah wouldn’t take him up on it. you better never wonder why berenice is getting the firm in my will after i’m dead, saul thought.

saul was slightly surprised by micah’s insistence to get the check, but didn’t make much of a protest. “uh, sure.” the waitress appeared with a flirty smile and produced the check, which micah had grabbed before saul could. it gave him a paternal indignation to see his son pay for their meals, and saul had a personal maxim that no one would pay for anything in his presence because he had more money than g-d, but micah put down some cash before saul could stop him. “you don’t have to pay for me, mikey.” he said, but the waitress already took the money and it was clear that micah was done with him already. he could only have his son in brief, fleeting moments. he hated that, but couldn’t figure out how to fix it, or how to make micah want for him to fix it. “no, that’s okay. i’m not as hungry as i thought, anyway.” he put down his fork and pushed the plate towards the end of the table for the waitress to collect. “have fun on your date.”

END SCENE.

the clanging of the steel fork against saul's plate makes micah's shoulders jerk slightly. then comes the glare. the original, one that micah's must've been patterned after where words fail to be enough. my address may be in illinois, but i'm not local. micah tries not to look too pleased by this, hadn't intended for his comment to elicit this reaction, though counts it a small victory, if anything, that he'd gotten under his father's skin. "okay," he feigns acquiescence with raised eyebrows and a shrug, suppressing a smile by shoving his spoon into his mouth. "whatever you say."

and he's a little disappointed that his father doesn't press further—but i really am not local!—where he would've loved to blatantly dismiss his pleas and insist that he'd fully assimilated into the midwestern culture despite how it couldn't be any further from the truth, but instead, saul shifts his attention to the subject of micah and law. fair play. touché. "dunno," he answers, and would've been happy to leave it at that, but instinct drives him to say more, happier that his father is here to ask questions at all despite not having an answer that he knows his father would like. opts for, "uh... environmental law, maybe?" like he'd been asked to estimate the time he'd left the house or what he had for dinner three days ago.

"i mean, i should hope so, or mom wouldn't have taken up a teaching spot here," he says with a small, amused huff at the mention of bhu, though he knows his mother is much less concerned with the prestige of something that they're getting their name involved in than the man currently sitting across from him. if anything, terry probably just liked the buildings' architecture.

the idea of extending his stay to finish his studies (not the first time it's been put on the table) is brought up, completely on his own terms, as his father makes it abundantly clear— makes sure of it even, like the good lawyer he is. and while it should be an ideal scenario, to be given the freedom to decide for himself, it only serves to piss him off. for most, if not all his life, he'd been given too much freedom. the burden of making choices, even bad ones, especially bad ones, from a young age had not only put him dangerous positions but had also put him in this position: almost thirty with no tangible career prospects on the horizon, relentlessly starting over, lying to his therapist, lying to himself, lying to everybody. never really knowing what he wants, taking off whenever he feels like it, coming on stage for half an hour to feel better and coming home to wallow in self-pity.

and he's so tempted to throw the question back at his father: do you want me to? much like he had before, but he's tired and there's no more cereal left in his bowl and he doesn't really feel like ordering coffee just to sit here longer and pick at the intricacies of his sordid future. there's still time, he might still end up seeing the girl if she's up for it, but if she's anything like him, she might be.

"no, thanks. i'm good."

whether or not it's a good or bad decision doesn't matter— what's important is that it's a decision, as he's expected to make, so that's what he gives his father. doesn't even try to pretend that he'll think about it because he won't, because if he thinks about it any more than he already has, he'll probably stay.

leaning back, he dabs his mouth with a napkin which he crumples up and tosses into the bowl. "should we get the check?" he asks, glancing at his father's still unfinished plate, but he waves at the waitress and mouths for the check, anyway, making a little rectangle with his hand. he pulls out his wallet, deciding at the last minute that he will be the one to pay for their meal. he doesn't mention that he'd recently gotten paid from his last gig in chicago; it hadn't been much, and he definitely wouldn't survive the cost of living in new york, but it can certainly pay for a bowl of cereal and a plate of sausages. he thanks the waitress when she brings the bill over, glances at the total, and starts thumbing at a few bills in his wallet, counting in his head.

"so, i think i'm gonna take a cab from here," he says, already putting down the amount, plus tip, on the leatherette bill holder which the waitress quickly counts. the tip is unimpressive, but that's comedy money for you. "i could still probably make my date. but you finish up, i'll wait."