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Angel of the Vast
Patreon / Sketchbooks / Mike Crew Monday
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“Mike!” Trixie caught up with the man, rather than running, she flitted her wings over towards him, landing right in front of him with a big smile. “Hi. Did you wanna go grab some food?”
@xxmike-wazowski
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Matthew hated being out at night now that the city seemed to always be on the brink of full on collapse. Checking his watch he cursed softly as he made his way to his car after his double shift trying to patch up another dozen or so victim of the latest threat that plagued the streets.
Just as he was about to open the door he could hear someone call him and turning he looked to see about a half dozen guys approach him.
“You know how this goes doc, you got money and we want it”
‘Fuck’ he cursed to himself.
@theboysofyourdreams
#c:Mike#hope you like and was thinking of making Matthew a pussyboy for teh thread if you're down for it?
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“Nope, I don’t make the rules. You have to have a dance party during a stressful week,” Trixie retorted as she got up from her seat as her Alexa started playing BTS’ Love Maze. “Come on, Mike, you gotta join me!”
@michaelwhelanxx
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“Michael, this is useless,” Cecelia called out, yelling at mike who was on the other side of the field, waiting for her to throw the football. One minute they were in her car, driving away from the Giant Peach with milkshakes and onion rings. The next she was holding a surprisingly large ball in her surprisingly small hands. “I’m going to throw it, but it’s not going to be fast, it’s not going to go in the right direction and is definitely not going to go far,” she warned before winding up, pulling her arm back and letting it fly through the air.
And by no surprise, it landed barely half-way between them. “We should’ve just gone to my place and you could throw this around with my brothers. They still don’t like you, but at least then it would’ve put some force behind the ball.” @mikeyovng
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Leo sat in one of the empty chairs by the bonfire, watching with a beer in one hand as it roared to life in front of him. Truth be told, he didn’t want to come on this trip. He was content staying home, going to the garage and getting his life in order while he still could. There were a lot of things on the horizon for him that he hadn’t even anticipated, and now he was picking up the pieces and praying they all fit together. He was lost in thought when someone settled next him. His first thought was ‘fuck off,’ but then he realized it was Mike. He still had some unresolved issues with the man, none that he knew about and none that he would actually do anything about, but the idea of him and Pey together didn't sit well with him. It made him nervous. But Mike was a good guy, and Leo wanted to believe he wouldn’t have done so had they been going out.
“You think if I throw my lighter in there, it’ll blow up?” He asked, his eyes still focused on the fire but tilting his head towards the man. @mikeyovng
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“Mike! Dude, so great to see you,” Apollo went to pull in the man for a hug. “Listen, I was supposed to make some lokmas and pastitsio for you and Teeny, but with shit going down, I’m thinking about getting that to you like--in a few weeks, is that cool?”
@xxmike-wazowski
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“Mike, my favorite comedian!” Nav yelled towards the man with a grin. “How the hell are ya, mate?” @xxmike-wazowski
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You know you want to... | Mike & Jo
2pm, Mike’s Office | @miketconnelly
Ah, Michael Connolly. Now that’s a man whose face was a literal carving of the typical Republican politician, in fact Jo was sure she’d seen it replicated all across her side of the senate floor, as if they all emerged from the same old white man factory. But men like Connelly were useful, and she had no issue with him on a personal level, in fact she found him cute in a way. If only because she could remember his fresh face when he first entered the Senate, like a little kid getting its candy.
She eased herself into his office chair like she belonged there, smoothing out her skirt and leaning back to look at him. She always wore this knife edged smile, drifting the line between polite and electric, as if she was about to provide you with the most delicious words. Though time would only tell if Mike would like them quite as much as she did. “Why hello Michael, looking dashing as always...”
“Hope you enjoyed my little speech the other day..”
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Rusty felt terrible. He would be lying if he said otherwise, and he was ninety-nine percent sure he looked as bad as he felt. He had originally planned to ask Mike for more pills, or for a way to contact their dealer who apparently had changed his number over the past few weeks. But he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t stand to have another person disappointed in him. When Mike had responded, happy and eager for a chance to catch up, he just couldn’t do it. A meal would be nice, he told himself. Something warm and filling. It had to have been a day now since he had last eaten anything that didn’t come straight from a blister pack. He forced his hands into his pockets, using his shoulder to push open the door to the diner. Ironically the diner that Mike had given him the first pill in. The pill that had played such a big part in what he was beginning to think had been an inevitable relapse. He smiled tiredly when he saw his friend, making his way over to the booth and dropping down onto the seat opposite him. “Hey...” He murmured, not looking up right away.
@mrmikewalsh
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mike crew got to be the test subject for testing out some wet brushes in photoshop
Patreon / Sketchbooks / Mike Crew Monday
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Mike
“I was told that if I smile that I won’t look like I’m a second away from picking you up and throwing you out of this house” Connor said “My manager rented this place for me last night and he was told that you would be refunded and not here bothering me. I’m sure you can find another place to stay”
@mistckesmcde
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Trixie’s grand reveal to her best friend already gave her the massive case of the butterflies. She didn’t know why in the world she was nervous, but all she knew was that her knees slightly wobbled as she zipped up her boots. Nervously twirling the scepter in hand, she took a breath and emerged from her room, with the biggest smile on her face. “Soooo...how do I look?” She asked putting her hands on her hips and assuming the superhero stance. “Do I look like I’m ready to save the world?”
@michaelwhelanxx
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continued from this dare.
The last time Cecelia kissed Michael, she was 15, they where behind the high-school and she’d just gotten braces. A lot had changed since then, in fact more things had changed than stayed similar, so Cecelia felt she was going in blind. Would the kiss be as awkward as it was when they were kids? Would they end up making out like many of the other pairs that evening? Did they have any chemistry left over? These were the questions filling her mind, but as Michael reached for her, her worries quickly melted away. It was like muscle memory and her hands knew where to go, her lips knew how to move against his, and she couldn’t help but allow them to curl into a smile. @mikeyovng
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Stephanie fiddled with her sweater nervously as she carefully knocked on Mike’s door. “Um...Mike? It’s Stephanie!”
@heymikewazowski
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“Well, if it isn’t my favorite future brother in law! How the absolute hell are ya?!” Apollo clapped the fellow man on his back with a grin. “How’s life treating you? Are you well? Has Athena shown you any more of my fabulous childhood photos?”
@xxmike-wazowski
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