#the micahverse

[themicahverse]

this further proves my belief that blitz is autistic and horses are his special interest

[that-one-thespian]

The Physician's Son

The Cruel Prince The Assassin

He shouldn’t be here. His father would kill him if he found him here.

Seated at his workbench, Jethro turned a page, mumbling to himself. “Goldenseal maybe...?” His notebook was illuminated only by the flickering light of his candle and the light of the moon through a sliver in the drapes. Pages fluttered beneath his thumb, and he sighed when he went back several more pages than he intended, back to the beginning of his notes. A scribbled drawing of an aloe plant sat next to somewhat smudged handwriting. Aloe vera. Best for sunburns, aids skin irritation and improves oral health. Can be distilled. Can be mixed with ??? 

None of his experiments with aloe proved to result in anything useful.

Squinting at the mixture in the mortar, he lifted his monocle to his eye, then inspected the particles of the ground herbs clinging to the end of the pestle. Not quite right. He looked around for his father- nowhere in sight. With a glance over his shoulder, he lifted the candledish from the desk and tiptoed over to the much larger cabinet- the one he was forbidden to go into. Perhaps the herb he needed was in here- 

The sound of the door creaking open jolted him out of his musings. If his father caught him in here, he would never hear the end of the lecture about his “useless experiments.” A split second later, he slipped into the closet, peering through a tiny crack between the doors that lets in a sliver of moonlight. He blew out the candle, waving the resulting smoke away from his face.

Could that be?

Prince Michaiah walked into the infirmary, looking furtively around much in the way that Jethro himself had just done. He hadn’t seen Micah in these chambers in years. Not since before the burnings started. Not since before he changed.

The prince took a few moments to close the door, holding it up stiffly to avoid the creaky lower hinge that had been there since they were both children.

Jethro didn't dare to breathe.

Micah went straight towards the cabinet that Jethro had just been rifling through. It was too dark to make out what he was doing, but he could hear the whispers of drawers being opened, the soft rustle of dried herbs.

The prince looked over his shoulder again, then closed the cabinet and hurried from the chambers, leaving Jethro watching, wide-eyed.

No one was ever awake at this hour, not this late. Not the physician, not the king or the advisors, only some of the guards patrolled or stood at their stations. Jethro knew how to avoid them. Either they knew that Micah was raiding the herbs, or he knew how to avoid them, too.

He waited in the closet for what felt like hours after Micah left, not daring to emerge in case the prince was lurking.

Eventually, though, his legs were cramped, and the smells of herbs were overpowering, and he tumbled from the closet in an ungraceful heap. 

Scrambling to his feet, he checked the cabinet that Micah had been searching through. Several of the cloth pouches seemed to have been hurriedly replaced, and he started checking the labels.

“Witch hazel?” Jethro furrowed his brow, pulling his notebook from his satchel. It took him a few moments to flip to the page emblazoned with a sketch of the stringy yellow flower. Running a finger down the page, he started mumbling his scribbled notes aloud. “Good for insect bites, stopping nosebleeds, and-” He dropped his monocle, staring at the page. “Burns.” He slowly looked up towards where the prince had made his hasty, furtive exit, then back down at his notes. 

He looked up towards where the prince had made his exit, then checked the next bag of herbs Prince Micah had hastily shoved back into its compartment. He’d taken something else, too- willow bark. He didn’t need to flip through his notes to know willow bark was used for pain relief. Something began to tickle at the back of his skull, like when he knew he had all the components to put together a formula, but he just needed to figure out how. There was more going on here.

Even when he was back in bed, notebook slipped under his pillow, workbench cleared, and father unaware, Jethro stared up at the ceiling, unable to even entertain the possibility of sleeping.

Something was going on with Micah.

[mangoxanax]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ A strange encounter. ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ; characters: Tulip (flower demon), Stwberri (a basic human) warnings: profanity, shoplifting, err dats it

A/N: this is 1/2, part 2 should be up by friday 🫶🏾 nd enjoy shawty bae's

Tulip was walking out of his house making sure his flower antennas and tail were tucked into his pants and his hat before walking out the door. he approached his car and decided to drive to five below before going to publix.

Upon his arrival to five below, as he was walking into the blue and white themed store with various clothing, makeup, toys, and home items, he ran into a relatively short man with pink hair wearing grey sweatpants, brown hoodie, a sage green nirvana shirt, and combat boots. "eh- sorry dude didnt mean ta' bump into ya." the man apologized profusely.

his strong new jersey accent echoing into Tulips ears. "da names stwberri. S-T-W-B-E-R-R-I. dont get it twisted ya hear?" he was quite the demanding one despite his size, but tulip always heard that "the shorter the human, the bigger the temper." he thought to himself before shaking out his thoughts and apologizing his ownself.

"oh i apologize as well!! my name is tulip! like the flo-" "i know watcha talkin' about. I know what a tulip is." this human was quite rude. "Oh- uhm...okay..." after a heavy silenced filled the skateboard section of five below, the short black man began to speak once again, but what came out of his mouth truly shocked the alien.

"Ya wanna rob da publix wit me? we could get sum hello kitty shit an' what not." Tulip stood in shock his jaw dropped his tail in between his legs (literally), his antennas at a low underneath his beanie. "y-you.. cant just say that to a stranger sir--" "do ya wanna go or not??" he decided not to pass up the oppurtunity of a possible lifetime, despite being alive for 450+ years.

[thdrama2]

The micahverse situation is horrible. Spirit X harassed Micah even after they apologized multiple times till Micah ended up drawing NINE art pieces for them. I get Micah shouldn’t have been petty, but spirit was just as petty and gross imo for harassing a minor like that.

I want to reiterate that as of May 2022 SpiritX was a minor and so it is possible that they are still a minor but I cannot prove their exact age.

Still overkill though. SpiritX took a molehill and made it into a volcano.

[csmeanerr]

wow. karma really hit j3llyp0p's ass didn't it. First they join the Shitting On Micahverse parade back in October, and now karma's finally caught up with them in virusytes.

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[theark-andthe-circle]

Welcome!

[ooc: this blog contains dark content such as murder, stalking, hanging, abuse, and more. This blog is not for those under 16.]

We are the Circle, a group of entities who often inhabit human vessels. We are most certainly not the only beings like this.

We are similar, yet not affilated, to a group known as the Collective. We are similar in quite a few ways, yet completely seperate.

This blog is used by the members of the Circle, and a select few friends of the Circle.

Here are a few of our members that will use the blog.

Arc/The Ark. He/him. Died in the late 80s by noose around waist. Often quite silly yet sometimes a bit...slow. He means no harm. [Tag: the_ark]

Kit/The Fox. He/it. One of the toughest members. He wears a kitsune mask that he carved himself. [Tag: the.fox]

Dimitri. A face-eater. Works at a store. Likes gummies. he/him. [Tag: face_eater]

Ace. She/they. Jokingly called the Ace of Slender by older members of the Circle due to her hair acting like tentacles. Oldest member of the Circle, and the least human. [Tag: ace-of-slender]

Piper. He/they/it. The digital embodiment of a powerful entity. Now living rent-free in Arc's vessel! Types in capslock often. [Tag: DIGITAL.HABITS]

[ooc info below cut]

[A roleplay blog related to creepypasta and mun's slenderverse project titled Micahverse. This blog contains dark content, and is not reccommended for those under 16.]

[ooc posts will be tagged as "starkey speaks" or "micah speaks"

[strictlycanon]

Micah verses

Title: Sometimes brothers make mistakes

Verse: Main

Summary: Micah has been running with the Van Der Linde Gang for the better part of the year, ever since he saved their leader, Dutch’s life. It’s no secret that he is not very well liked around camp. Micah doesn’t care, and even thrives on it.

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Title: Think of the future

Verse: AU

Summary: After Micah shot Arthur and left him for dead, he took off and away from what was barely left of the Van Der Linde gang.  He laid low for a while before he went on to start his own gang. But ghosts of his past started to come back to haunt him, when John and Arthur- who survived, start to hunt him down.

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Title: Just you wait

Verse: AU

Summary:  Micah joined the ranks of the well know Van Der Linde gang, but being bottom of the barrel wasn’t good enough for the lowlife. Micah wanted to be Dutch’s right hand man, and would stop at nothing to get there.

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Title: Everything happens for a reason

Verse: The last of us

Summary: Micah is a survivor in a world destroyed by the cordyceps brain infection. For a while, he was with another group of survivors. But rash actions on his part got one of the leaders sons badly injured and he was exiled from the group. Now, Micah is the leader of a group of bandits, and they kill and raid others for their supplies.

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Title: Sweet home alabama

Verse: Zombieland (1 & 2 )

Summary:  The apocalyptic world should be one fit for Micah, considering the world was practically a lawless land. But one can only make it so far on their own. So Micah joined a group of survivors, but soon surviving wasn’t his only priority. Micah found bliss in stirring shit up in the group, which lead to their downfall.

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[themicahverse]

therian culture is subconsciously tilting your head like your theriotype whenever you need someone to repeat something or youre trying to listen for a noise

(or you're confused)

[themicahverse]

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🐋 | light blue agere moodboard

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[themicahverse]

SPOILERS FOR TADC EP4

i feel like the scenes where ragatha and jax said that gangle was more annoying with her happy mask or that jax likes gangle better when shes sad is similar to the entirety of neurdiverse people who have to mask.

whether youre autistic, you have adhd, depression, bipolar disorder, bpd, etc, any neurdivergent people who have to mask who you really are because of what other people think, and when you finally take that mask off, the world wants you to put it back on.

[themicahverse]

nimona memes i made bc im bored

[themicahverse]

[themicahverse]

JAX, RUN

[themicahverse]

i honestly think yogirt is strong enough to craddle satan to calm him down despite being so much tinier

[themicahverse]

i see no difference

[themicahverse]

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🎀 | light pink agere moodboard

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