#michael_b

[vestzmc]

haven't drawn dsmp in a hot minute but michael being back made me happy enough for some morning sketches

[plaguethewaters]

"Hey mike, don't you think you're maybe a little too old for this?"

"nah, what makes you say so."

i have had this teen, emo michael_b design for basically forever, and it was honestly a crime i'd never drawn him properly - so here he is! miniserie of him growing with cbee, with the tubbo part coming. probablu tomorrow.

small little closeups!

[biteline]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

if-then statements

It’s almost like he’s done this before. And to an amnesiac who can’t remember where he lived before the island, let alone his old relationships or family members, this is something curious. It’s something to research. The data already collected is that it’s supposed to be hard to be a new parent, that people that already had kids are usually slightly more accustomed to raising kids, slightly better, and that Tubbo is better at this than other new parents, and he is more accustomed to it. If Tubbo is able to raise children easily, and if that sort of ease is dedicated only to second-time parents, then Tubbo... Well. Then Tubbo has some fucking research to be doing, and then Past-Tubbo has some goddamn explaining to be doing.

local nineteen year old amnesiac figures out that he might be an absent father through weird memory dream and tracks down even more absent estranged husband to help figure it out. more at eight.

[calli0p3]

birthday!!! happy birthday!! tell him happy birthday!!

[afmis]

DID I SERIOUSLY MISS MICHAEL B’S BIRTHDAY??? ME??? WTFFF 😭

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HAPPY SUPER LATE BIRTHDAY MICHAEL B!!! HE’D PROBABLY BE LIKE 6 OR 7 NOW. WHAT A GROWN UP LITTLE GUY 🫶🫶🫶

[needlebeetles]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Tubbo says one final goodbye to Michael

Small snippet of writing about this scene below the cut

Ever since Baba had gone away and Michael was brought home, Dad slept in bed with her. To make sure no one else came to take her away again, he said. Even though it meant he had to go to bed on time, Michael liked the new sleeping arrangements. It was warmer with another person around, and the new nightmares weren’t as bad when his Dad was right there, so Michael could look at him and know he wasn’t in the obsidian box again like the dreams told him.

Since Dad couldn’t fit on Michael’s old bed, they had to move to a new one, in a new house. This house was bigger, and had a rug with Baba’s face on it. Michael never asked, because Dad never answered, but they thought Dad had moved them to the new house also because it had pictures of Baba in it, so they didn’t forget what he looked like. Baba had memory issues, and they took pictures of everything to keep in a little book.

One of Baba’s siblings showed up sometimes. They were tall like Baba, and had the same skin markings and tail, but their face was different. The skin was droopy, like the little red flaps on Michael’s chickens, and the eyes were…mushy looking. Like dough. Also, they wore a sheet on their head. So, if they were like Baba but not Baba, they must be a sibling. Michael had siblings out there somewhere, although they had to go away after Michael got infected. They’re pretty sure Baba’s sibling is named Ghostboo. Because of the sheet, maybe.

Sometimes, Ghostboo would sneak into her room in the Baba Rug House, and show her shiny things like Baba used to. Rings that were too big for her, gold necklaces to nibble on, stuff like that. It was fun, but eventually Dad would come back, and Ghostboo would fade away.

Baba’s friends also visited sometimes, although it was only when Dad was around. One of them was a grown piglin, and for the first few visits, Michael had stayed away, lest their missing eye be noticed. Dad told them the piglin didn’t care though, and so Michael started playing with him. The other friend smelled too much like death.

Tonight, it was only him and Dad. They had read stories together after dinner, and now it was time for bed. Michael walked his way to the bed, accompanied by Dad, who weirdly, was not dressed in his pajamas. When they reached the bed, Dad picked them up and set them on top of it, but did not climb in with them.

Confused, Michael crawled to the talking device taped to the headboard and pressed out a question with his hooves.

“Dad come to bed?”

Dad sighed, and lifted up the covers for Michael to slide under. “Not tonight, Michael,” he said.

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you if you get under the blanket,” Dad responded.

Michael wriggled under the covers, and pulled them up to his chest.

“I have to go do something tonight,” he started, “I’ll be back soo—I’ll try to be back for you. You’re going to have to go to sleep alone today, and maybe tomorrow. Techno and Phil are going to be around, and you can call them from the bed if you need something,” Dad paused, “they’re Baba’s friends, remember?” Michael nodded her head.

“They’ll be there for you while I’m not.” Dad reached out his hand and patted Michael’s back. “Goodbye, Michael. I love you.”

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@sixteenth-day-event This was a lot of fun!

[dubbkin]

it's his birthday!!! 🐷❤

[vtimbertiger]

Flower Crowns :D

You know the drill, all other variations underneath:

Lines :)

B&W Shading :)

Super Saturated :)