#m:michael

[sky-full-of-muses]

"AZRIEL! There you are" God hugged him. { thexcreatorxofxlife }

"HUH?"

"oh. Father. It's just you."

@thexcreatorxofxlife

[fledermoved-too]

Gayometer ratings for my old men

EBENEZER. Bisexual. King. Kinda closeted about men. Needs a gay awakening tbh.

HOSEA. Bisexual. King. Knows what he is and has no problems with it. Sassy about it.

MICHAEL. Aromantic asexual. King. Really disturbed by the way you guys smash your face holes together but you do you I guess.

PUFF. Homoromantic asexual. King. Whimsical and cuddling. Likes long walks on rainbow-toned beaches.

[fantasydomum-blog]

@whitewingedangeal It had been almost two weeks since meeting Michael, the two of them each having traded contacts before leaving the cafe the day they met. Michael eagerly awaiting when they both had time to simply message each other, or when Angeal could escape Shinra Tower long enough for a lunch date, though both of their jobs seemed determined to make things a little difficult at first. Michael received sudden rush orders, and of course Angeal was left running around on missions and training for the company. Though, upon returning home from yet another mission, Angeal was greated with the sight of a small simple package waiting with the rest of his personal mail. Inside was a thin square shiny blue box with a length of dark ribbon holding it shut, and a letter. Within the box was a fine titanium four-slot bangle, each side carefully and intricately engraved. The face held fine whirling vines and leaves, broken up by small flowers with tiny chips of crystal embedded at their centers. At first, it didn't even look like the empty toothed slots were linked, but upon close inspection Angeal found thin lines hidden among the fine detail of the vines and leaves, containing minuscule but clearly carved runes. On the reverse there were more lines of carefully engraved runes, circling the entire band, two lines on each edge, leaving the very center smooth and empty, save for two lines of fluid script 'Angeal Hewely' and a solidly stamped hallmark. The letter was folded with all four corners facing inward, making its own envelope of sorts, held shut with an old, but rather charming, copper toned wax seal with the silhouette of a raven encircled by the words 'Ravens Rook'. It snapped free of the paper fairly easily after a bit of gentle prying, only the thin edges breaking, and leaving the paper thankfully unscathed. Within he found a neat, lightly slanted flowing print, disrupted here and there with a few small smudges, reading, 'Dear Angeal, I hope your mission went well, and you find this little surprise in good health. I wish I could have gotten it done sooner, but, well, I may have gotten a little ambitious with details, so I hope this will make your day or night a little more pleasant once you find this! I managed to find one of our last titanium blanks from Naesong, so this should hold up well against any wear and tear it will see. I also took the liberty of weaving in heavier strengthening wards while I worked-as you can see on the inside- and a weak barrier, so it's not heat conductive. Hopefully with all that it will hold up for longer than your last bangle, though I wouldn't recommend testing it against a cannonball. Though I do believe I would rather have a broken materia band, than a broken you. Yours Truly, Michael Dornez'

[fledermoved-too]

@resistandbite​

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"Oh—"

A finger lingered on his face as he scanned his surroundings, seemingly baffled. No doubt hopelessly lost to this land he'd found himself in a predicament to. When no answers came clear with the brief glance, he took toward walking. When walking brought little results, he stopped again. Then walked again. Indecisive pacing. Then, finally, the undignified tripping, then subsequent stumbling — with flailing arms, then clutching his chest as he regained his balance, looking around to see if anyone saw that.

Oh. Someone did.

He locked eyes with the stranger.

"....Hey!" He tried to flash an uneasy smile, raising his hand for a wave.

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[fantasydomum-blog]

@whitewingedangeal Dinner at home, and a few glasses of wine, a pleasant combination any day, but also sometimes a rather fun one, at least afterwards. Michael and Angeal had settled in the younger mans living room to relax after supper and to enjoy a little more wine. It was fairly easy to notice the alcohol affecting Mari, as his cheeks became slightly rosy and he became a touch giggly; he also didn't clam up near as much when Angeal teased him. Though, after a while of back and forth teasing, Michael surprisingly leaned up with no prompting and pressed a soft kiss to Angeal's lips.

[goddamnmuses]

✍ Michael (Lucifer's "dickhead twin")

Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them

"I resent the name calling, I prefer the handsome twin brother but sure." He sighs. "Lets all praise the brother who was cast out of heaven.. Samael.. the actual devil.. but no. I'm the bad guy."

[fledermoved-too]

What I love about Michael and Hosea is that they're two different sides of the same sass coin. Michael is good at fabricating stories and manipulation tactics to drive his narrative and being sassy while doing so, but Hosea will just straight up call you a little bitchass if he feels like it. They're both iconic.

[eldorvdo-blog]

❝ Your internet searches were so filthy we had to throw out your computer. ❞

“oh, come on! it’s not like i watch hardcore porn or anything.” michael usually spends his time online watching youtube videos and researching conspiracy theories and ghost stories. there’s nothing he can think of right off the bat that would warrant someone throwing away his computer, though part of him suspects that that’s not what’s even happened at all. his computer is missing, but the last place he expects it to be is the bottom of a dumpster. “seriously, though - where is it? did you take it or did somebody else?”