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@micahsawyer-archive
#micahsawyer. 🎸 an independent, private writing blog for a horror-inspired original character written by mae (she/her, twenty8). multi-verse. minors dni. mature content present; triggers tagged. dead dove. low/sporadic activity.
MICAH HAS BEEN MOVED & this blog is now an archive. find me @/throatsplit.
working on moving micah's threads over to the multi today so i'll be following some of y'all from there as i go ... and highkey if y'all are cool with micah you'll be cool with the new blog lmao, but pls give a peek to the new rules just to save my anxiety. as always, please block me if you're not vibing. ♥ i haven't quite decided if i'm gonna post the url publically or not but stay tuned my loves xoxo
rising from my tomb for a sec to let y'all know that i'm working on a heavy revamp of the multi because i'm trying something new and i'll be moving micah there to better focus on him!! i was going to give one of my older muses a solo blog bc i'm hyperfixated and have the urge to pick him up again, but we all know i can't handle more than one blog and i refuse to abandon ur favorite slimy guitarist. ♥ he was only supposed to be a seasonal muse tbh but uh... that's not happening. he's not going anywhere. there will be a slight rule change too just for my comfort, so i'll make a post when i'm done and y'all can decide whether or not to follow over there! i'll be moving over threads, too, of course!! also ... i have been avoiding disco like the plague (i'm so sorry y'all, i'm not even logged in rn) because it's been making my anxiety flare and i desperately need a cleanout before i start up messages again. thank y'all for being patient, i love y'all sm!! xoxo
happy birthday!
ahhh thank you so much my friend!!! 🥰🥰 ily sm, you are a literal gem and i appreciate this more than u know!! 🥺
hi moots, tiny update!! i go for a ct scan tomorrow night and surgery is wednesday! on my sister's birthday, which sucks, but i'll be going home that same day! depending on how i feel after, i'm gonna try to be around a little more. i've been hyperfixating while the pain is bad so i'm currently (very slowly, in between hurting and sleeping) working on a hyperfixation muse; i'll probably give him an extremely private & low-activity blog because i intend to get back to focusing on micah as soon as i can. discord has been a hard feat for me lately so i apologize for being distant, i'm just really tired and i'm relying on family for daily care, which is so amazing of them and i love them for it, but it takes a huge toll on my social battery because i'm never alone, you know? if you get it you get it. so if you get one message a day from me... be proud of me. anyway, thank y'all for being so amazing and overall just wonderful people. ♥
also, since i'm here... a giant thank you, a million hugs, and my eternal love and gratitude to my loves @flappervcmp, @theres-nothing-to-be-scared-of, @cemeterysgirl, @doesoft, and @malumxsubest for being absolute fucking lights in my life!! in general, of course, but especially now when all i'm capable of is bare minimum. y'all might not think it's a big thing but i see y'all in my messages all the time checking in, sending love and laughs, and being the most patient and kind people i've ever had the pleasure of befriending and i am literally just 🥰 so insanely fucking thankful for each of you!! best believe that as soon as i'm able i will be showering you and your muses with overwhelming love and attention! thank you so much for bearing with me y'all, i love each of you sm!!!
since i might not be here on time - happy new year to all of my lovely moots! i am so thankful for the friendships i’ve founded here and i love you all so much!! thank y’all for sticking with me through thick and thin <3
y’all… i broke my fucking ankle……
my first broken bone ever and holy fuck?? it hurts. (i was wearing crocs in the fucking rain & busted my ass in the mud and my foot literally bent beneath me when i fell, i’m an idiot) but i’m home!! they put it in a soft cast for a temp fix and i’ve gotta call the orthopedic surgeon on monday to schedule surgery. they said they’d probably have to put some pins and screws in there because both bones holding my ankle in place broke. 🥺 pics below if you’re curious lmao.
merry crisis, 🖤🎄
tiny hiatus, maybe? 🥺 i put off making this post because i was convincing myself i was just gonna wake up one morning afternoon and miraculously get back into the swing of things but that's not a thing that happens so... this is just me officially taking the break i'm already on lmao. the holidays are fucking rough and i literally just do not have the extra energy (if you've sent me a message or checked in - i see you and i love you, i'm currently searching for the spoons. once i have a spare i'm coming for u). i'm putting some hope in the new meds, working on sorting out insurance for the new year, and it's a hectic ass time in general so i need to give myself permission to step away. i'll be back soon and hopefully feeling more like me so we can get back to writing! thank y'all sm for being patient! xoxo
𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧 - ᴹᴵᶜᴬᴴ ˢᴬᵂʸᴱᴿ [ comfort ] before a big performance , sender comforts receiver and reassures them they'll be amazing.
the sound of the crowd was deafening , even back here. it wasn’t just noise — it was alive , a pulsing , roaring thing tha filled every inch of the air , pressing in on me like it was trying to pull me out on stage before i was r eady. my heart was racing , a frantic drumbeat in my chest that no amount of deep breaths could slow.
i ran my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time , pacing the small space backstage. the word glastonbury kept echoing in my head , each syllable heavier than the last. glastonbury. the legends of music had stood here , had poured their souls out on this stage. and now it was me.
ME.
" warren fucking park , headlining glastonbury , " i muttered under my breath , like saying it out loud would make it feel real. it didn’t. it just made the knot in my stomach twist tighter. that if i wasn’t ready ? what if i didn’t deserve this ?
i felt my hands start to shake again and clenched them into fists , trying to ground myself. the leather of my pants creaked as i moved , the familiar tightness a strange kind of comfort. at least i looked the part , right ? maybe if i stood perfectly still , i could fake the confidence.
but then i heard micah’s voice , cutting through the storm in my head like a calm , steady anchor. it was all i needed to get out there and be me. it was all thanks to him.
memes for that specific brand of ships
SOFTER: “ stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me. ” “ i can’t make you trust me. but i’m gonna stick around long enough for you to realize you can. ” “ not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them. ” “ i feel like i’ve been living in a storm for so long, like i’m just drifting from wave or wave hoping i won’t drown. ” “ what happened to you? what made you so scared to stay still long enough to let someone in? ” “ i don’t wanna be scared anymore. ” “ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ” “ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ” “ i just want to belong somewhere again. or to someone, i guess. ” “ the thing about never having a home, is you don’t know what to do when you’re finally given one. you just feel like you’re waiting for something to take it away again. ” “ would you just sit still? you’re gonna get an infection if you don’t let me clean this up. ” “ i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just here to help. ” “ close your eyes. go back to sleep. nothing can hurt you while i’m here. ” “ you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping…i couldn’t bring myself to wake you up. ” “ why do you trust me? ” “ don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in. ” “ you were talking in your sleep again. i’m starting to think they’re memories and not just dreams. ” “ i’m not used to letting people close. i don’t like being vulnerable— but i want to, with you. i want to let you in. ” “ how did you get this scar? ” “ i don’t always need you to fix everything. i just— sometimes i just want you to listen. ” “ you’re so beautiful when you laugh. i wish i could see it more, but maybe it’s the rarity of it that makes it so captivating. ”
DARKER: “ every time i touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt. ” “ why aren’t you scared of me? ” “ you’d accept a caress from the same hands that leave you bruised, just to feel warm. ” “ i’ll kill anyone that makes you hurt like that again. i’d kill them just for taking your smile. ” “ i want to keep you all to myself. i don’t want anyone but us to know the things we do in secret. ” “ you’re mine now. and i won’t let anyone take you from me. ” “ would you kill for me? ” “ i’d cut my heart out and place it in your hands if it would prove my devotion to you. ” “ you love me so fiercely. i’m almost afraid of it. ” “ i know if anyone hurt me, you’d never let them see another day. and i think i like that a little too much. ” “ i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me. you bark, and you growl, but you never bite. not me, at least. ” “ who hurt you? who made you so sad and lonely? tell me so i can make them pay. ” “ i don’t like the way they look at you. perhaps i’ll cut their eyes out. ” “ “ they hurt me. now i want you to make it better. make them hurt too. ” “ if anyone lays even a single finger on you, i’ll cut it off and feed it to them. ” “ yes. i killed them— but i did it for you. ” “ i had to do it. no one gets to make you sad and get away with it. ” “ i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you’re a monster. ” “ you should be scared of me. i like that you’re not. ” “ don’t you know my love could destroy you? ” “ come, sit in my lap and tell me whose blood i should spill tonight. ”
@micahsawyer asked: "got what i wanted, but it's never enough for me." for drusilla
tongue massaged micah's neck, savoring the remnants of his delicious blood. she's far too preoccupied to fully listen to him, but she hears something that brings her pause. drusilla tightened her grip on his head, thumb and index finger pinching his chin before he let him go. ❝ tread carefully micah -- ❞ drusilla fought to keep her emotion neutral as she didn't know yet what exactly was taxing micah. she grabbed a napkin from her purse and wiped her lips and chin clean, placing it back before grabbing her lipstick. ❝ what more do you desire, darling ? ❞ there's an attempt to hide the venom in her voice, but he's already stepped over the line that she'd created in her head when it came to feeder humans.
micah's never been great at heeding warnings, always a little too caught up in the thrill of pushing boundaries, seeing just how far he can nudge at those clearly drawn lines before things get heated. still, micah understands the threat enough that he bites back whatever sarcastic remark he'd been planning—something about bruises on top of bite marks (not that he really cares)—as his hand raises to rub where her grip had left a slight throbbing in its absence. his body feels like it's vibrating with excitement and adrenaline, and his head is pleasantly heavy, just as it always is after he's fed from. she hadn't taken much... in truth, micah could've offered more. he might still.
micah smiles lazily at her and gazes through half-lidded eyes as he regards her curiously. he sinks further into the cushion of the lounge chair he's sat in. "everything," he answers, "doesn't everyone?" in micah's mind, that's what life is; desiring more and more and more... until you die. it's what his is. no matter how large his life becomes, micah always wants more. in his career, in his life... "did becoming a vampire satisfy you, drusilla?"
he'd been grinning when she'd brought out the leather cuffs — ones normally used on her. he'd been unfazed when he raised his arm up and she locked the first one around his wrist. now, micah looks a lot like a cornered animal ready to start snarling and pounce. still, he's doing a remarkable job at holding it together as sasha fixes the cuff to his second wrist, effectively securing his arms to the headboard. his chest heaves with slow, labored breaths, and all at once, as she hovers over him and he's denied the opportunity to reach out and touch her, it hits him how very little control the cuffs leave him. despite the way his pupils dilate with visible excitement, it makes him a little uneasy. a little antsy. the way micah sees it, he wasn't made to give up control of anything, even if it is the love of his life he's handing it over to.
@cemeterysgirl said: "good boy."
that brings him back to the present a little bit more. it hits him like a ton of bricks how much need those words pull from him, how exhilarating they sound coming from her lips. it feeds straight into his desire, barely covered by the thin material of his sheets, and he aches with the need to grab her, sling her down, and take back their pleasure into his hands. the muscles in his arms flex as he curls his fingers into tight, white-knuckled fists as if he's fighting the urge to try and break the leather stinging his skin. the green of his eyes seems to melt as he looks at her, tracing the ink that makes an art piece of her naked flesh. for a minute he seems a little drunk on it, eyes openly wandering as if he's trying to memorize the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips, that spot on her inner thigh where he likes to leave bite marks. as if he doesn't already have each and every part of her body committed to his memory, now as much a part of him as it is her.
he nearly growls out his appreciation — it's an impatient, needy sound as his hips jut upwards, seeking. "need you, sash." he gives one forceful tug against the cuffs holding him like he's demanding her to let him loose without speaking the words. he wants to touch her, doesn't know how to let go and not be the master of her pleasure, of his own.
no one is dominating micah right now and he won't ever admit it but he's lowkey offended.
the words that drip off his tongue creates a profound pang amidst her chest cavity , coaxing a palpitation so severe it felt like the torrent of emotions she was shoving down was going tear through her skin and spill out through her chest right in front of him. what hurt the most was the thought that the love he possessed for her manufactured an illness inside of him. she wonders despite all of her efforts if she was just making him worse. his anger is palpable and the way his eyes seems to be dilated nearly every time she saw him it was obvious he was using. this wasn't a healthy for him -- he wasn't healthy for her. breath hitched in the back of her throat , nearly choking on the words she knew she had to say. love wasn't supposed to fester. she feels love so deeply , every day , and it never made her feel sick.
doe eyes soften with a glossy saline that devours her vision. but she's so gentle with her inclinations , her voice is small -- something so soft it was almost tangible. ❛ micah , baby - ❜ nimble fingers outstretch , gently tracing the contour of his jaw with tender care. ❛ i love you , you know that right ? ❜ sweeping her thumb over his cheek. the next part was the hardest. the pain that she felt from having to break away was so overwhelming. but with what happened with jere , the constant fighting , and everything in-between. it was too much and she was suffocating from constantly trying to be the goalie. the tears that strung in her eyes start to drain down her face , willing her voice to squeak past the barrier of her lips. ❛ i can't do this anymore , i've tried so hard to keep everything together but i can't be this person for you. i feel like i'm breaking. ❜
@micahsawyer : ❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜
micah's been around elena for so long it's almost like he's naturally attuned to her. he's learned her body language by now, can read her far better than he's ever been able to read anyone. it's always been a struggle for him. to know what someone else is feeling without them having to spell it out for him, but elena? he can feel her hesitancy long before her eyes begin to water. notices the way she seems to want to choke back the tears before they even come. and all at once micah knows something bad is coming. he's been dreading this exact moment since he'd gotten violent with jeremy during an argument. it had been over something silly. it always is, especially lately, when micah feels like he's drowning in his anger with no place to aim it. it's far past the time for him to get back to normal life, to start acting human again, but micah's still numbing the pain with whatever drug he can get his hands on and he's on a downward spiral headed towards somebody's death. possibly his own. and elena's been there to reel him back every time, at every turn.
he's not able to see it yet, not able to put himself in her shoes and recognize the damage he's been causing her, so his initial reaction is something very micah. selfish as he grabs elena's hand from his face to tug her closer, keeping her hand trapped in his own at his side. his free hand raises to cup her jaw, thumb gently making a pass at the tears that coat her cheek as he leans in towards her. his green gaze looks more pleading than it's ever been, but like most days since his mother passed, his eyes are glazed over from recent drug use and dragging from lack of sleep. "c'mon, lena, don't — don't do that. i said i was sorry about what happened with jeremy..." the barely-healed split in his knuckles seems to mock him as he says it. "it was fuckin' stupid and i was just bein' an asshole... i'd never really hurt him, you know that, i'm just—" a mess? with his control slipping a little more every day, with every high. how many times had he argued with elena about her putting everyone else's needs before her own? and here he's been, taking and taking without worry for her, sitting here making a promise he might not even be able to keep. "fuck — i never meant to hurt you, lena. never you."
PROMPTS FOR ROCKSTARS, ACTORS, AND CELEBRITIES * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
i just got ambushed by a horde of photographers.
think we could slip in the back without being noticed?
i don't like to draw attention to myself.
tonight's the big premiere.
i was born to be on stage.
it's too late. i'm front page news.
tonight's the biggest show of my life.
no one told me fame would be like this.
they're all shouting my name, but they don't know me. not really.
i hate saying no to fans.
so many people look up to me. i can't let them down.
i don't think i can go up there and sing tonight.
if i can help just one person, it's worth it.
let's take the private jet this weekend.
someone told the media i'd be here.
i'm wearing a disguise. don't you like it?
if we could make it out of here without being seen, that would be ideal.
don't let them get a photo of me.
how many bodyguards does one person need?
i don't know, my schedule's pretty packed enough as it is.
how did i sound? did i sound okay?
we're running late for our mic check.
i don't want to go on stage tonight.
that was the longest standing ovation i've ever seen in my life.
they're looking forward to seeing you perform.
you've earned this.
don't let the fame get to your head.
no one knows the real me.
we are now "instagram official."
the gossip websites have it all wrong.
how does it feel, dating a world-famous celebrity?
never take this job seriously.
someone spotted me last night leaving your house.
they're going to write endless articles about us.
i didn't do this for the fame.
that was the worst interview of my life.
where did they get that photo of me?
ACTIONS AND SETTINGS these are very generic on purpose so you can adapt them to whatever kind of celebrity your muse is. please adjust as necessary and specify 'reverse' if needed
[ dressing room ] sender finds receiver in their dressing room minutes before a big performance
[ red carpet ] sender and receiver make their first public appearance as a couple on the red carpet
[ thanks ] while sender wins an award, they find receiver's eyes in the crowd and thank them for their support (and make a dramatic love confession, perhaps?)
[ crowd ] while sender is on stage, performing, they lock eyes with receiver in the crowd and continue to find them throughout the performance, offering smiles and winks their way
[ sign ] sender signs something for receiver
[ selfie ] sender and receiver take a photo together
[ protect ] sender protects receiver in a sea of photographers and fans as they race to safety
[ speech ] sender gives a speech and mentions receiver
[ dedicate ] sender is about to sing a song, and dedicates it to receiver in the crowd
[ gossip ] sender and receiver find an article written about them that suggests they might be a couple, as they were seen together recently
[ fans ] sender watches receiver interact with their fans and sees how sweet and generous they are to their supporters
[ standing ovation ] sender and receiver receive a standing ovation for their performance
[ celebrate ] sender is waiting backstage for receiver and greets them with a huge hug after their achievement/performance
[ flowers ] sender brings receiver a bouquet of flowers to celebrate their latest achievement/performance
[ champagne ] sender douses receiver in a spray of champagne to celebrate their achievement/performance
[ gesture ] while in the middle of their performance, sender makes a gesture of love to receiver that only they can identify
[ photographers ] sender and receiver hide from the paparazzi as they make a pubic outing together
[ reserve ] sender reserves a public space for just them and receiver, and they get to wander the space alone without the public or photographers bothering them
[ jet set ] sender and receiver take a private jet
[ comfort ] before a big performance, sender comforts receiver and reassures them they'll be amazing
