#mige

[vmiuchi]

[zheniakirsikkalove]

❤ HIM - band from Finland. 1999 ❤

photo 1: Ville Valo, Mikko "Mige" Paananen, Juska Salminen, Mikko "Linde" Lindström, Gas lipstick / Mika Karppinen

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[himiamx]

[postcard-from-the-past]

Parisian entertainer Miège on a vintage postcard

[thecreativemige]

MIGE'S first show.

Eliminatorias del Festival Nuevas Bandas: Región Central (2025)

[sunset-supergirl]

Happy birthday Mige

[miathereblog]

MIGE MIGE MIGE

I completly missed that Migé appearently was seen on Finnish TV last year :)  (Look at his laugh <3) (source:  Mikko Paananen - Miks mä oon Sakustars tuomari)

[raz0rblad3k1ss]

Average hangout between me and bro

( @villesleftball )

[heartagramtattoos]

[vmiuchi]

Ville Valo & Mikko "Mige" Paananen, 2001.

[hisinfernalmajestyfan]

Ville and Mige

[sturgeonsalad]

[st1nkfinger]

HIM yaoi

[thecreativemige]

MIGE "The empty pool" (2025)

photo by: José Riera Vieira

[high-on-the-dying-sun]

ANGEL OF DEATH

Ville Valo x reader (kinda?)

Waring: Death and hospital stuff light mentions of past implied suicide attempt. this is just sad shit I wrote at like 3 am when listing t music.

word count: 1237

Ville could feel himself fade away, he could feel all the hope and joy and general energy fade away from him when he was in the studio with the band or on the stage; hell even the most mundane task caused him to fight for even getting the smallest bit of air back into his lungs. 

Ville doesn't understand why this is happening to him, it's almost like all the actions he's done in the past are finally chasing after him. He thought he had cheated death on that drunken July night Linde had pulled him off the edge. Or the night when he was 17 and had an asthma attack that had him in the hospital for 2 weeks. Or when he got behind the wheel of an atv drunk and without a license. 

Tonight was different. He could feel it. He feared what may come for him. Before many times he has looked into death's eyes and smiled but now. Ville was right on the edge. He was no longer looking into an angel of death's eyes but was now being embraced into it. Ville will die before he even gets to live. 

They were in the middle of recording their latest album. He is supposed to be recording his vocal tracks but instead he stands there tears streaming down his face. He knew everybody was staring at him, he could feel their eyes staring into the back of his eyes. It's funny after years of singing of death it's finally creeping up on him and he's terrified. Ville always had a feeling that his life was bound to be short. He thought he would be okay about it. But now he can feel the ache in his bones and his gums bleeding. All the noise around him stops. Migé and Linde have stopped playing their guitars. Gas has stopped playing the drums and Burton has stopped the keyboard. In a way the silence was a comfort. He knew that in maybe a mere few hours he's only going to know scilents. He can still hear the light hum from his microphone while it's still recording. Ville screams. He screams of what will nerve be. What he will leave behind to rejoice with death. He lets everything go. He needs to let everything go. He can't be thinking of the pain; his own and of his friends no his families as they struggle to understand what is going on. Ville contemplates telling them what is going on but maybe it would be better to spare them of his inner pain. 

Ville lets his knees give out from beneath him. He lets himself fall. No one is there to check him. All he hears is his name ringing in his ears as the world around him fades into a disarray of blures He can almost see Lindes golden hair shine in the fluorescent lights of the studio. And that god Awful cowboy he hates that migé refused to take off when they record. He says it brings him luck. Ville wonders why couldn't that luck be shared with him. He can feel his body being picked up off the floor. And now in a matter of seconds he can feel the cold air hitting his skin. And he swears when he hardly opens his eyes he can see a woman in a black dress following him. He closes his eyes and can feel the cold air hit against the tears he finally sheds. Yet after all the pain; all he knows is complete darkness.

When he wakes again he can see migé and linde on both sides of him. He tries to call out to his friends. His brothers. He knows he's saying their names, he knows he is screaming it. He knows both of them are awake, he just doesn't understand why they aren't answering him! Ville screams he cries. Why why. Ville begs to whatever is out there for someone to hear him, to answer to him. Anything. He shuts his eyes as tight as possible, to the point where he feels pain. He feels a hand going to his hair.  He thinks is one of his friends finally answering his pleas. No. it's the woman he swore he saw early. 

He looks up at the women. She still has her hair tangled in his hair. He leans into the comfort  of it all. Villle knows very well that it may be his last. “Why?” is the only thing he can get out his throat feels like there is something shoved down it. RED eyes look down at him. “I don't know ville. I'm just here to guide you…” she tries to sooth him. Ville doesn't feel as terfied anymore. Ville sits up and looks at the women. “I'm not ready to die.” he emits to himself more than to her. She puts her hand out onto his back. “But you can't stay, get up. Look at yourself.” ville turns his head to the side as he listens to her words. Ville climbs out of the bed. He turns back to the bed. He steps back at what he sees. 

Villes was staring at himself. Migé and Linde are surrounding him. He looks bad. His skin is pale and his body looks like he's never eaten a day in his life. And yet that isn't the worst of it. There is a rather large tube going from a machine and into his mouth and another tube that seems to be connected to some bag going into his nose. He thinks it's some type of NGT tube. And lastly there is a heart monitor and a few iv going into his arm. Ville knows now that there's no going back. It's too late.

She puts her hands on villes shoulders. “You have to come with me ville.” she whispers into his ear; he knows that he has to go. But he wonders what will happen if he doesn't. Does his body stay catatonic? Will he forever be trapped in limbo? He turns to the women. “For years I've sung of a lover joining me and death but now… it's the other way around. I'm joining death.” villes not giving up. No. he's just stating what is true. The end is here. Ville looks at his friends one last time he walks to them one last time and puts his hand on their shoulders. And for some odd reason at the same time they both look up at each other. Ville smiles watching their eyes meet. They know he's there. He hopes that there is an afterlife. He gets to hide behind the crimson door and make sure they are alright. 

He moves back from the both of them; at the same time all the heart montier his body was attached to started to beep and his body started to convulse. His eyes grew wide as he watched himself die. Doctors and nurses rush into the room. The girl, the demon or angel (he still didn’t quite know) reaches for his hand and pulls him away from all the action. He couldn't bring himself to even spare a glance to Migé and linde not wanting to see the pain in their eyes as the doctors try to reverse the�� inevitable. 

Him and the girl leave the room and are embraced in a blue hue of warmth…

[borealflorist]

I genuinely love this photo of Ville and Mige, like the colors, the composition, everything. This is like a renaissance painting to me