#mikle

[glyk-worldy]

Happy Valentine's Day✨💗

Glyk x Lust

Obichnay x Karma

Elly x Mike

Kira x Mike(k)

Solo x Mikle

Yu x Nil

Omi x Nick

Game x Poly

Wonder x Kyno

Brosa x Kivi

All characters- @glyk-worldy (me)

[black-winged-storyteller]

Добрый сдрасте всем!

Я наконец то нашла что сюда запостить...

Дело в том что я буквально вчера взялась за "обработку" референса Майка, моего персонажа.

Так же я по практиковалась в передаче света и тени, как завещал сам SG Speak.

Что ж, не буду томить.

Вот мой трикстер.

О да! Теперь натыкаю тегов #Андертейл чтоб этого чудика залайкали.

Майкл является другом и сводным братом Салли.(Её я тоже подумываю нормально перерисовать...😑).

Краткая инфа в принципе есть и на самом референсе, так что я расскажу то что нельзя было уместить на одну картинку:

Родственники и близкие: отец Гастон Фильц, родной брат Павел, близкий друг человек по имени Миколь, и конечно сводная сестра Салли.

Умеет играть на: гитаре, пианино, барабанах.

Его специальная атака: превращение в огромного костяного дракона.

От Салли научился ближнему бою, фехтованию и стрельбе.

На 8 лет младше Павла и на два года старше Салли.

Родился 14 апреля.

Изучает паркур вместе с Салли. Помогает сестрёнке с выплнением заданий, а за сим является её напарником.

Ну, думаю мне больше нечего сказать, кроме того что он тот ещё шутник. 😏

А на этом я с вами прощаюсь,

Всем хорошего настроения и

Удачи!🍀🍀🍀💕

[authorannpaquette]

Mikle

Wings shuffle into place as Mikle sits, his large frame coaxing a groan from the crate currently pressed into service as a makeshift chair. The glass pen, a treasure their herbal healer, Stein, carries around with him at all times, glitters in the low light. A magelight bobs as the gentle evening breeze whispers in from the open tent flap. It seems fragile, a far too delicate item for his sword callused fingers. He hesitates, the nib hovering over the inkwell.

“Why do I have to do this again?”

“Because Ayla said so, that’s why.” Stein pushes his wire framed spectacles up his nose with an exasperated sigh. “She wants everyone to remember, to understand our part in history.”

Mikle mumbles something about history only being made after they win. His grousing is rewarded with a berry pit to the shoulder.

“Have a heart, woman!”

A snicker escapes from beneath the hood of a tiny figure in the corner. Angular wings buzz twice, then settle. The robed figure innocently picks up another berry, making a big show of examining the fruit before popping it into a beak like mouth.

“Fine.” Mikle gingerly dips the pen’s nib into the dark ink. He holds it over the parchment a moment before scratching the first words of his small part in “history.”

 Mikle – Auric General

Place of birth – Raingrove

Age – Old enough

Ability – Insects, both speaking and wearing

I’ve been with Ayla for two moons. Her methods for attracting fairies of all walks of life never fail to amaze me, and sometimes amuse me. We’ve gone from just the pair of us to over forty souls and climbing. From former thieves to the greenest of village folk, one and all stand by her and are willing to fight for her. Good thing too. Goblins, the putrid puddles of flesh maggots, are showing up uninvited to our party. Good practice for those who grow restless from too much peaceful traveling. Good initiation for the greenies too.

I picked up a new friend, a spider. Far too intelligent, not normal for his kind. Don’t know where he popped up from either, they aren’t native to this area. He would have frozen this far north once the weather turned. My best guess is someone purchased him as a pet and got more than they bargained for. He’s safe now.

 Mikle rubs his fingers softly over the tattoo of a small spider on his arm and smiles. The corners of his mouth quickly turn downward as Stein curiously peaks at the parchment.

“What?” Mikle uses a bit more gruff than necessary.

“Are you done?” Stein’s fingers twitch towards the paper.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Mikle!” His head pops up at the singsong voice frantically calling his name. “Mikle I spotted some goblins creeping in the woods nearby!” Peri barely lands as she pops into the tent at a flying run. The child-sized woman yelps as her foot touches down on the berry pit which left a tender spot on his shoulder. Arms flailing, she crashes into Stein, who catches himself on the crates being used as a table. The inkwell wobbles precariously and Mikle quickly grabs it and stands before he has to re-write his part in “history.”

“Where?”

Peri releases Stein and straightens as if nothing happened. “Just south of us. Doesn’t look like they’ve spotted us, but there downwind, won’t be long now.”

Mikle stoppers the inkwell and hands it to Stein. “Lead the way, you diminutive demon. Let’s not wait until those pus buckets find us!”

“Sure thing Mikle!” Peri spins and leaves the tent at a run, Mikle not far behind.

“Come back to me, rogue!” Yells a rough voice from behind them.

Mikle raises a hand in a casual backwards wave, acknowledging the request without words. He’s glad, for once, that he didn’t have to argue with her to stay in camp where it’s safe.

“There’s a pest problem, guys. Ryker, Lita, Triston, time to clean up the area!”

[ember-dance-blog]

Hey Sparks! Welcome Mikle and Fae to our YouTube channel with their first duet cover of Red Velvet’s Bad Boy! — Catch us at MAGFest next! — We do not own the music and do not intend to make a profit off of other’s choreography or music! All for fun~

[ember-dance-blog]

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Go check out Mikle and Fae’s cover of Bad Boy by Red Velvet! Link to our YouTube is in our description box~

[236ism]

#mikle #eski #helow #mems #poe #losngelesgraffiti

[ellaest]

Because this episode wrecked me :)