#micah ( threads )

[mitamicah]

Good morning

I have been up for an hour and some minutes so I am right back to my silliness with waking up way too early to chase Joker Out and/or Käärijä around the nordic countries 🤣

It is 3.33 am writing this btw 😆

In around an hour I will be at the airport and then two hours more it will be time for Helsinkiiiii 🤩 (Böle here I come :3)

[feiofthefae]

My attempt at Micah-10's outfit, based on what little visuals we have of her. Might play with the shaders some more but I'm satisfied with what I currently have. 🫠

(The cloak is "Legend of the Six Coyotes," btw.)

[ragesingoddess]

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

1. These violent delights by Micah Nemerever| 2. A place where someone loves you by Neil Hilborn| 3. Interview with the vampire (2022-)| 4. Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater| 5. Hannibal (2013-2015)| 6. On earth we’re briefly gorgeous by Ocean Vuong| 7. 1984 by George Orwell | 8. Fight Club (1999)| 9. Black Sails (2014-2017)| 10. Circe by Madeline Miller| 11. Hannibal (2013-2015)| 12. Tim Kreider

[hairpintvrns]

starter for: @bloodbuzzfm location: terry's residence / forest lake date: 22 aug / early evening.

Terry slid open the glass panel of the antique hutch and retrieved the shoulder bag tucked neatly to the side. Rummaging through the bag, they took out the EDC pouch that had held—among other things—their extra set of cabin keys. They unzipped the pouch just enough to cast a cursory glance at its contents. Finding each item in place, their fingers brushed against the familiar tools and felt a sharp jolt as they realized the pocket knife hadn’t been completely secured, the nail nick jutting out slightly.

With a slight frown, Terry adjusted the knife, touch quick and deliberate to ensure that it was properly slipped through. Only when the blade was perfectly aligned did they zip the pouch shut and move back toward the living room, where Micah sat, waiting.

“This is for next time,” they said, placing the canvas pouch on the coffee table and making a mental note to duplicate another set of keys. Samson, their Maine coon, was sprawled on the opposite end of the couch, snoring contentedly and blissfully unaware of the humans who had entered his space. “Be careful when you take the keys out,” they added, voice gentle though firm, “There’s a simple slip joint knife tucked inside with a mahogany handle. One of my favorites, but the heel of the blade protrudes a little. I suppose you can have that too. Make sure not to lose them.” 

Micah had knocked on their door that evening, an act that Terry had met with more exasperation than curiosity. He had his own set of keys, after all—keys he hadn’t used much over the summer, admittedly, though his visits had become more frequent since Samson came into the picture.

Rather than joining Micah on the couch, Terry busied themselves with opening the living room windows. The twilight hour had passed, and the sun was retreating, the last rays of summer light bleeding into the sky like an exit wound. They looked up, gaze drawn to the single cloud hanging overhead, a dirty wad of cotton wool against the fading light.

They were still staring outside when they began to speak again. “This isn’t usually the time you visit,” their cadence was more observational than questioning, a simple statement of fact—because they couldn’t quite make sense of it. So why rush to judgment? “Did you want anything to eat?” Terry asked, leaning against the windowsill, their gaze finally shifting back to their son. And here: the familiar attempt to study his expression, and the even more familiar unease churning against their gut—for this exercise, after all, had always been a hardship.

[ravenspeakmuses]

Contiued from [x]

"When do you ever?" Luka huffs, rolling his eyes at the other, though Micah was just--being Micah and to be honest he was kinda amusing. "Puff! Love letters!" the hunter chuckles, "First of all, I don't do love, thank you very much, and second, I don't need love letter, just my charming personality is enough," he grins playfully. "Thank you, I apprecited the attention, as I always do, can you--annoy me with beer though? tha'ts a good kind of annoyance, yeah?"

"So what have you been up to? staying out of trouble I hope?" Luka teased.

@a-small-drop-in-a-big-pond

[adorajpg]

ᡣ𐭩 interxstitial sent : [text] My brother in Christ you're being haunted / source .

[ to: jiwon ] by my demons? yeah [ to: jiwon ] seriously though, do you think there's something in here? [ to: jiwon ] I like this apartment, I don't want to move

[assidvous]

open to : anyone ! mutals and non - mutuals.

muse : micah lockridge , early 30s , firefighter.

connections : exes , old friends , etc. have fun with it !

‘ yeah , yeah ... i get it , you hate me ... ’ brows knit together and micah cocks his head in confusion at the other. ‘ so what are you doing here ? ’

[antoninxdolohovx]

where: lucissa wedding who: @micahmulciber

Antonin didn't know what to make of the wizard and their magic. He knew with the right training he could have made something great of them, but now, with their return from Azkaban, he wondered how much damage had been done.

The wizard stood out in the back, having a cigarette when the other appeared, taking a moment to indulge in his drink before speaking. "Look at that, you do clean up." A tinge of teasing in his tone. "Micah." He greeted the other.

[saulweissberg]

availability / @bloodbuzzfm setting / bubbe edna's house (and saul's childhood home), bridgeport, connecticut. timeline / saturday, august 10th, 2024 at 4:35 pm before the annual country club end-of-season soirée.

he hadn’t given micah much of a choice. not really. saul hadn’t threatened his son or demanded that he come along to his grandmother’s house, but he made it nearly impossible for micah to refuse. saul bought a plane ticket in advance, set to fly out a few days after saul himself would be returning to the east coast, so micah couldn’t say he didn’t have the money to buy a ticket (as if saul would ever tell him about a family event and then not offer to pay for fucking anything!). then, he heaped on lots of guilt. he reminded micah that he hadn’t seen his cousins in months and his bubbe was almost eighty—which horrified saul to think about after losing his father so young and edna would’ve protested, proclaiming that she felt like she was in her prime and didn’t need anyone to fuss over her—so he better get in as much time with her as he could before the inevitable happened. 

by some sort of miracle, it had worked! micah had joined the weissbergs for the annual country club party that edna perlmutter weissberg insisted on her children attending since she was made the chairwoman over forty years ago. though she had officially retired ten years ago, it was clear to all members of the club that edna still had influence on the board, and she’d be damned if the biggest party of the season—a farewell celebration of summer!—would be missed by her children. or her grandchildren. there were of course many other events and parties that the club held, but summer had been his father’s favorite season, so this annual holiday for his immediate family had become a tradition shortly after the elder gideon died. saul was ecstatic to have his son join them, not only because he, as much as terry and micah thought he didn’t, valued all the time he could get with him, but it was also a relief not to hear edna and levi give him shit for not bringing micah along with him all weekend.

it was just a few hours before they were all supposed to head out to the club. edna was in the kitchen, attempting to help her personal chef finish up her famous lemon bars that she brought to every club party since reagan was in office, and the sounds of meatloaf’s bat out of hell album floated up the stairs and followed saul down the hallway to his old bedroom. levi had been sent out on a errand to pick up some last minute items for the party, while eliana had joined her grandmother in the kitchen, evidently singing along to the cd playing (because edna refused to use some new fangled app on her cellular device when she had a perfectly good cd collection!) from what saul could hear as he moved further down the hall. young gideon had taken his laptop to the backyard and forbid anyone from bothering him as he ‘pondered his sophomore novel and where the story would take him’ which was really code for he didn’t have a second idea for a book and his agent was getting increasingly frustrated with him. that just left micah.

whenever he came back to his mother’s house, the very house in which saul and levi had grown up in, he always insisted on sleeping in the guest room. his childhood bedroom held too many memories for him to comfortably sleep, much too easy for him to fall deep into his memories of his father or get distracted by a box full of mementoes from high school that would keep him reminiscing until the early hours of the morning. saul and levi had shared a room until they were twelve, insisting on sleeping in the same room until suddenly it was imperative that they have their own spaces and they would absolutely just die if they were forced to share a room any longer. even then, the twins often spent all their time together, only parting at bedtime… unless they were locked into some petty fight over a girl or who ate the last bag of pizzarias chips, but their arguments barely lasted a whole day and they were back to being best friends by morning. after saul left for college, though, he had trouble staying in his childhood bedroom without some eerie sense of malaise overwhelming him. like it was a reminder that he would never be a kid again, and he had done a mighty job of fucking up the kid he did go on to have.

a kid he fucked up in a room that made him feel like a kid. the closer he got to his bedroom door, the more his heart started to thud within. the moment he approached the door, he felt faint, forcing himself to bring his fist up to knock on the door. “mikey?” saul called, voice shakier than he wanted. he pushed the door open and stuck his head into the gap between it and the frame.

his childhood room was revealed to him the more he pushed the door open; edna frequently redecorated other areas in the house, but when it came to her sons' respective bedrooms, she hadn't touched a thing since they both left for college. it was a shrine to saul's long ago youth. the pixies poster he bought at a basement pub concert in boston during junior year of high school still hung over his bed; a promotional picture of tom cruise in risky business cut out of a magazine was still taped to the mirror above his dresser; framed pictures of the young saul with various family members and friends were placed about the room; even his star war figurines that he hadn't touched since he was in middle school were lined up on a bookcase in the far corner. he would never be a child again and this room was just mocking him, rubbing salt into the wound of aging.

saul gulped before speaking. “are you going to be ready in a bit? the party doesn’t start until six but bubbe insists on being there early. make sure it’s all set up to standard.” and by that, he meant edna’s standards. g-d forbid they pass out philly cheesesteak potato skins like last year!

[thefvrious]

@atrickrtreat said -> ‘ i think you and i have known each other in a few lifetimes . ’

Micah lifted their brows while looking at the other, a small if curious smile playing at their lips. It took them a moment, trying to figure out if Jordan meant what they were saying or if it was more proverbial — more speaking to how well they got on, how well they knew each other without having known each other that long, all things considered. "You believe in that?" They asked, voice soft, eyes curious. "Maybe... if it's true, if we live multiple lifetimes, I think we find each other in all of 'em."

[rodolphusnovis]

Where: Rabastan's Townhouse (sorry Rab) Who: @micahmulciber Notes: NSFW thread starting~

Rodolphus needed human touch. It was a craving he couldn't go without and he knew where to go for it for a quick night. Knowing the person meant he didn't have to threaten them into silence. He'd already done that once and that was enough. It was why he owled Micah in the first place.

He poured himself a drink before going to the entrance. It would be easy enough to get them inside without bothering anyone this way. Not that he cared if his brother knew of his activities in the bedroom. He had nothing to hide really. Sipping it he waited for Micah to show up.

[mitamicah]

It is 3 am, I have showered, packed my bags, and is now mentally getting ready to go back to Finland 🥹🇫🇮

[writermuses]

@whispercddesires

[scftlightz]

ੈ♡˳┊closed starter for @hclysins

" i guess i told you where i shop, too?" playful sarcasm dressed her words. mostly a dig at herself but seeing the familiar face in the sun instead of strobe lights too her off guard. looking down at the pavement then back up to the hazel pair in front of her before speaking again, " is there something you need? " monica perked a brow as she was already uninterested— but still gave him the time.

[hairpintvrns]

STARTER FOR: @bloodbuzzfm LOCATION: terry's residence / forest lake

The most optimal birding season in Illinois was in spring—and fall, too, especially if one were to account for migratory patterns—but it had been a lackluster season for finding lifers so far. They'd assumed their cabin smack-dab in the middle of the woods and well-canopied with an assortment of deciduous shrubs and trees would be quite an ideal habitat for a wood thrush. Yet as with Terry's many travels across the Midwestern United States, the animal eluded them.

Granted, most of those trips were spent in gaudy 4-star hotels that didn't have smoking rooms and whose conference halls held the worst fluorescent lights known to mankind, but they got lucky on occasion—they'd been able to find the rarer hermit thresh in Evanston, of all places, and under a forked tree limb at that.

There was some consolation to be had. Some mornings, the wood thrush's unique birdsong threatened to pull them back to sleep, its trilling underscores reminding her of a guitar's tremolo, or of someone singing both parts of a duet. But rather than entertain, the birdsong only frustrated them to no end. Always there, and yet it wasn't. A presence made known by its absence. Strange, strange, strange...

"So I'm sure they're somewhere close, but their nest must be pretty high up. Or they're foraging way, way down," Terry said—or continued, depending on how much their son had heard of their mumbling.

Closing their journal shut, they sat back up from their slouched position in the seat and removed their feet from the table. "There's a path I haven't quite explored yet a mile northeast of here, but the underbrush gets far too dense to see whether the forest floor is even or not, and my phone service gets cut off. It's not fun at all." They shook their head, visibly disappointed, before meeting Micah's eyes on the opposite end of the room. "Doc, I have an extra pair of binoculars. You are not doing anything today, no?" Terry stood up, already making their way towards the shelving nook on the bottom of the staircase where their birding equipment lay, "If we get lost, worse comes to worst, we'll just follow the birdsong. We can probably find our way back ourselves."

[teeth-farie]

i havent played error143 but i love drama, whats going on w it?

-zen

OK so I just found out earlier today that there’s allegations of the creator fetishizing black men, as well as her racially stereotyping characters such as:

For context, Micah’s father is black and his mother is Asian (also that thread is still up last time I checked) so the creator is fully making the “violent black man” stereotype cause really?? Throwing plates? Are you kidding me??? That’s textbook abusive behavior

Then there’s the deal with the VA for Micah, which from what I heard, he voiced a character in a game called Camp Buddy which is. A shotacon themed game and as far as I’m aware he hasn’t made it clear whether or not he has acknowledged the subject matter of the game- as well as the fact that Jenny, the creator, has admitted to not doing any background checks on the VA and knew nothing about him other than she “liked his voice” (she admitted that on her tiktok)

Jenny has also said that she’s had black players and work members on the game proofread it and that they didn’t complain about it, but there’s no proof of any actual sensitivity proofing so we can only take that with a grain of salt