#michael rp

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@snow-hart liked for a starter!)

Woohoo! A free day! Lucid tumbled and rolled in the sky as he soared off in search of his twin, Michael. Well, not exactly his twin. They weren’t flame brothers. The Protector and Creator of Dreams was a bud off from his predecessor, Lucifer Morningstar. A strange creation sculpted by their Father to “fill the empty seat” left by the former. But everyone knew there was more to it. Though an explanation was never given.

Those thoughts and worries of course were absent from the joyful, naive angel. He was well beyond his quota of dreams created (as per usual) so when Sera shooed him off to go do something else with his time, seeing Michael always took priority! Landing upon the archangels balcony, Lucid waltzed himself inside.

“Michael! Hey Michael! …Michael?”

Well Lucid didn’t see the man anywhere. Was he still asleep?! The sun had risen 15 minutes ago! Off to Michael’s room he strode, chest puffed up as he meant business. Inside, he found his brother still asleep. Lucid crept over to his bedside, waving a hand above the man’s antler halo to summon a window-like mirage into the archangels dreams…

[bonesofchaos]

Time presides with little meaning when you are so ceaseless a creature. Yet it comes by experience, through the eyes of own repressed god hood, that kaen understands the turning of the world. And knows that quite a while now has passed since Michael has been cast into their life, as if in blessing.

And in some queer way, he has been. At least, they've not been more content since opening themself to him and his influence. Perhaps that must mean something, perhaps that is the impetus for why they speak now, tone low and contemplative, "... D'ye know tha' Kaen's not m'name?" He might have gathered as such, they figured. Kaen glances over to him, harbored there in the shadows, "not really. Ah... Ah los' th' right ta' m'real name a long time ago but..." they take a breath, "'s Kaëltyr." The single namesake falls into the room like an invocation, a chant of ancient power looming between them. It's dangerous to give him their name, being both fae and god... but what have they to lose?

@strywoven

michael's laugh is felt, not heard. a rattling in the bones, a scrape of a shiver along the spine. it's felt, deep in the marrow and that should be the first sign that something has gone horribly wrong. because for all that michael has made it very obvious he isn't of this world, has shown bits and pieces of himself to his little cur, the wretched little thing he was 'ordered' to take care of, he's never let himself slip this far. it's like he can't be bothered to hold onto himself anymore, like he doesn't care what they see, doesn't care if he scares them.

why would he?

he has their name.

their true name, lost rights or not, it's still theirs, it's still what they were given and no one can take that away from them. no force on earth can cast off a god's name once it's been bestowed. not even death.

and now michael has it.

"oh you are so delightful my little cur." eldritch angel stands and approaches, his wings ichor stained and dripping. they leave streaks behind on faintly furred skin as he drapes them over kaen. claws tip their head back, to make them look at him. force it. watches the light show of their cheeks and the way his wings devour the glow. just the same way he's going to devour them one of these days. eat them up, body and soul and true name until they belong to him.

were they not given to him? does he not have a right to them?

"kaëltyr," he purrs, their name twisting over his tongue as his own tainted divinity presses against it. pokes and prods at it, screws it up and smooths it out until he knows every angle of it. until it's his, just like they are. "kaëltyr." he repeats it against their ear, delivering a sharp nip. "kaëltyr." again as hands skin up along their back, a bite of claws. "kaëltyr." a chant of his own, calling up the power of the name, forcing it to matter. stolen or taken or lost, who cares, he's not of this world and those rules don't apply to him. "kaëltyr." forcing it to be his. to bind it beside his own.

he hasn't looked away from them, not even for a second. eyes might be hidden from view but they're on the arc of his wings, mother of pearl shimmer in the dark, cataloguing every reaction.

"shall i thank you? for giving me such a wonderful gift?" he teeth are cruel as he grins at them, hands curling under thighs to hoist them up, forcing legs to wrap around him. "shall i tell you my own name? so that i can have you scream it for me? would you worship me, i wonder. pray to your god? and i am, am i not, now that you've given me your name. foolish darling, to give me something so precious. there's no getting rid of me now. not when i have it. not when i have you."

[brokendreamscreation]

Barely have looked away when a fellow angel handed him a report paper before turning his head of hearing a loud slap, someone that didn't find this new angel named Lucid to be a fitting addition but regret being had when Michael looked at the angel with that scary glare.

“You dared to slap my brother?”

“B-Brother? Since when- Eep!”

While Michael was quiet it was obvious that he had a bit of high status in this realm despite being called High Archangel, the flurry of wings when walking over to Lucid though and rubbing a hand to his apple cheek that bore redness from the slap.

“I've taken them as my brother, if you have objections then… save them. I will not have anyone slapping my dear brother, understood? Surely they thought you to be kind to fellow angels, no?”

“Forgive me Michael, I will not do that again. My apologies young one…”

Rushed footsteps when the offending angel looked like they feared for their safety but Michael sighed when hugging Lucid.

“Some old angels can be… a bit much, I'm so sorry… hrm. How about we have cake and candy later? My friends sent me some sweets they got recently, heh.”

Protective birb instincts when showing how he can be when one bother Lucid and trying to make up for it with sweets.

(Oop, have a big birb brother Michael. Who dare slap Lucid, he is such a cute soft boi.)

My muse has just been slapped across the face in front of yours…how does your muse react? 

The slap from the other angel had been a shock, silencing the young seraph instantly. Was it something he said? Had he truly been that much of an annoyance. Lucid was grateful, and nervous, when Michael approached with flared wings and a tense voice. Pulled to the safety of the larger angel, the seraph looks away from the assailant, anxious and oddly feeling ashamed that he had done something wrong. It’s not like Lucid is familiar with this world or how the Celestial Realm functions.

Rubbing a hand over the tender cheek, Lucid offers a small smile at Michael’s suggestion. “That would be nice, I’d like that a lot. You don’t gotta apologize, Michael. It was prolly my fault. Sometimes I don’t know when to stop rambling or get too nosy.”

[amagnificentobsession]

Ummmmmm………..

*whistling as she slowly saunters away *

@bil-daddy

@uziraphale

[hellothereimaloser]

Could- could I ask for Darry angst or hurt/comfort??? He seems like a rather neglected/ignored character and I’d love to see him get more love!

You ask - I deliver lol also messy hair Darry>>>>>

Thanks for requests you guys <3 I had fun drawing that one even tho is pretty messy, I hope you like it :3

[michael-hold]

look at these two. ready for movie i see? @nick-nelzzzzz let us get a photo 💪🏻💪🏻

[daneecastle]

ALL OF ME

By Kotias and Danee

Drawn by me(Danee)

Yay I finally finished this little comic from Kotias and my shirt fluff rp. It was fun to make and not meant to be in any formal comic style. I just wanted something loose and fun.

Context, in our AU demon's can't say I love you, so when Crowley and Aziraphale go to snog during Maggie and Nina's wedding, they find themselves in a garden next to a small chapel. Crowley thrusts Aziraphale against the outside wall of this chapel, and the magic begins.

I'll probably do more shirts like this but I am working on three major comics soooo if you want to see those join my patreon account.

[lightningchu-the-mega-raichu]

Drawings of scenes from my little brother and my Roleplay. It's a mix of super silly and serious stuff.

It's a world where William's a good dad (and person). but bad things still happen to the Afton family. A lot.

It starts a month after Evan gets bit (and died) and goes from there.

We have fun

I'm probably gonna make more of this, so l'm gonna make a new tag for it.

[medusa-rpg]

Michael Yerger (born 1998, US)

[michaeltheseraphim]

Michael, I would love to fight you. Right now.

- Lucifer (@avatar-of-pride)

As in a friendly duel, correct?

A friendly duel…right…?

[ineffable-romantics]

Me @ me when Michael Sheen and/or David Tennant

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@snow-hart continued!)

"Hawo stuck!"

Little Lucid pointed at the halo entwined in the antlers on Michael's head. The toddler had an expression of concern. That's not supposed to happen to angel halos! Why were these weird tree branches trying to capture it?! The small angel gave it another BAP! in trying to help his brother, unrealizing it was instead hurting him.

[bonesofchaos]

@strywoven

in silence he appears, a twist of nether and drip dark ichor. a stain even in the dark of the room, a pirate black spot of judgement in the cramped confines of inner sanctum. wings are spread wide, no rustle of feathers to wake slumbering faun.

it might seem like consideration, his silence, but it's simply that of a predator not wishing to startle prey. ruined in a flurry of movement, as michael descends. limbs and wings a tangle as he gathers them to him, a tuck and roll so kaen is buried under dark mantle of ichor drip feathers, under the bulk of his body.

"you've been ignoring me little cur." he purrs, a sharp nip of furred ear in reprimand.

[brokendreamscreation]

Daring move but Michael was putting himself at risk he had some determination to scoop the fellow angel up before taking off with them, "Friend..." while the absence may cause a ruckus it be his own idea and free choice to bring in an angel to where he lived, "Heh, Simeon and Raphael would like you. New friend." awkward when being social but he be flying off with Lucid and likely be making trouble when arriving back home.

"What's the word... adopt? Hmm... but will make new friend happy so that's good."

(Annd there goes Michael stealing the dreamer angel away from such a Heaven)

Lucid squeaks as he’s scooped up by the other angel, staring up at Michael in confusion. “Ah. Hello friend! You are taking me to meet your Raphael and Simeon?”

As they take off, the young seraph cants his head, confused by what he meant. “Adopt?” What did this Michael mean? Lucid does not realize he has become “surprised adopted” by a his new friend and taken back to another universe.

[mary-matthews-world]

I bet you were born naked...

You disgusting little freak..😒

[michaelarson]

let's go out with a bang

[fnaf 3 ending]