micahsawyer

[micahsawyer]

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

[micahsawyer]

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

[micahsawyer]

happy birthday!

ahhh thank you so much my friend!!! 🥰🥰 ily sm, you are a literal gem and i appreciate this more than u know!! 🥺

[micahsawyer]

update!!! the surgery went really good! discovered i have a slight case of sleep apnea lmao. but anyways… there’s 8 screws and 2 plates in my foot y’all !!! INSANITY. two of the screws come out soonish (2 months? idk) but the rest stay in and i get to beep beep at the airport checkin for the rest of my life. otherwise i’m okay! i’m on bed rest for 6-8 weeks which sucks but i’m hoping after the pain dulls i’ll take advantage and use that time to write! i miss micah and y’all SO MUCH. i continue to be horrible at ims/messages but i love y’all sm and i hope 2025 has been amazing to each and every one of you thus far ♥️

this is all so incredibly scary and i’ve had so many panic attacks just trying to do basic self-care like going to the bathroom and it’s so hard! no one tells you how much it sucks not to be able to get around by yourself but holy fuck it’s rough as hell. how did i take walking for granted? but on the bright side… i’m getting the hang of hopping my way thru life. i can’t put any weight on my foot until after surgery (if then idk? i might be in a hard cast or boot i think?) so i’ve been officially promoted to a bunny apparently. it’s just me and my walker hopping around everywhere and i’m actually gaining strength in my other leg already to compensate. it’s cool how the human body does shit like that. (and yet we panic over everything? what r we doing)

anyways, i go for my consult tomorrow & i should have internal pins and screws put in at some point this week. i’m not so scared of the surgery but after… i know recovery is hell. so if anyone has any experience with broken bones or orthopedic surgery… lmk how it went for you please 🥺

[micahsawyer]

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!!!

[micahsawyer]

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

[micahsawyer]

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.

y’all… i broke my fucking ankle……

[micahsawyer]

merry crisis, 🖤🎄

[micahsawyer]

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

[micahsawyer]

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.

[micahsawyer]

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]

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?"

@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.

[micahsawyer]

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.

[micahsawyer]

no one is dominating micah right now and he won't ever admit it but he's lowkey offended.

[micahsawyer]

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."

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? ❜

[micahsawyer]

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

[micahsawyer]

micah busies himself with pouring a glass of whiskey, quickly downing one and huffing out another strained breath.  he lets himself lean with his palms against the counter, taking several moments to soak in the silence and let himself breathe.  the warmth of the liquor spreading through him steadies him a little more, enough that when he notices leila out of the corner of his eye, he feels a little more in control than he'd been a few minutes prior.  the distance helps, too, and maybe the concern in her tone softens him a little.

"you don't gotta worry about me — m'fine."  it's a white lie because he's still a little off, that sadistic itch to relish in leila's obvious fear eating at the back of his mind and the hands that move to grab another glass and pour leila a drink.  he doesn't ask, just sets it on the counter in front of her as he approaches, plopping himself down into a chair to glance at her — the wetness beneath her eyes gives him another little thrill and he has to remind himself he's not supposed to enjoy it; not from her.  it hadn't been him getting hurt that night, but he won't tell her that, and luckily there's no blood to give him away this time.  "can you stop lookin' at me like that?" micah snaps, "like you're worried i'm gonna hop over the fuckin' counter 'n kill you or somethin'.  i ain't gonna hurt you, leila."  not if you don't make me, but micah decides he doesn't need to add that.

Leila really thought he was starting to calm down because he surely seemed to think about the words he was using to her. But then he opened up his mouth once again. Leila's eyes trailed down to the floor, not wanting to look at him anymore. He was threatening her now.

She stood there for quite some time, then cleared her throat and wiped away some of the tears that were hanging in the corners of her eyes. Probably the panic. Leila moved her hands up and rubbed her temples, unsure of what to do. She did follow him towards the kitchen after a little while. "Are you hurt?" She decided to ask him instead. Approaching him the direct and hard way didn't seem to work. Maybe if she were a little more gentle, maybe she would be able to get some of her questions answered. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped onto you like that." It didn't take away the fact that she was still careful, and visibly scared.