#michael_

[eekonis]

Heyyy so this is my MCYTBLR holiday exchange for @amaranthinecanicular ! I hope you like it!

Wanted to challenge myself with this perspective, but tbh the challenge was too challenging xD maybe i should learn more about perspective first… uhm BUT THE CHAIR WENT REALLY WELL?! Christmas this year was really rushed for us and was a new low, but working on this piece i felt at least a little bit of the christmas spirit, hohohoo 🎅 there are a thousand things i want to improve, but that would take like,, another three months lol

[arsonistfriday]

All Snuggled Up

Benchtrio and Michael_ have a sleepover together.

@mcytblrholidayexchange @violets-r-purple

You can also read on ao3 in the collection

Rain patters against the large windows, racing down from their placements, as if desperate to reach the ground. Snowchester rarely got rain, however with the arrival of Summer drying up the majority of the snow, it was finally warm enough for the droplets to remain instead of becoming snowflakes. Of course, it was still chilly due to being right next to an arctic biome, which sent gusts of frigid air into the trees, rattling their branches and dropping snow from them on to the ground. Summer was always nice, because it was never swelteringly hot unlike other locations, but it still brought life to the fragile ground and heavy rain.

Steam rises from the kettle methodically, increasing soon enough, and finally the kettle clicks and the steams returns to exiting slowly. Tubbo’s hand curls around the handle of the kettle and brings it to his teacup, which is decorated with small vines painted on by hand- it was a gift from Tommy, since Tommy loved creating for his friends, even if he’d stubbornly deny it if you brought it up to him. He sets the kettle back down into place and pours some milk in, along with two scoops of fresh honey into the liquid, watching as it dissolves and dips below the tea. He sets it gently on to a tray, along with some cookies that he’d baked yesterday with Ranboo and Michael.

He lifts the tray up in his hands and creeps out of the kitchen, not wearing his heavy boots anymore, which was saved for the harsh cold months. He pauses beside a bookshelf and reaches up carefully, his fingers curling around a book with a red and gold cover. He carries it under his arm and continues his journey across the mansion. Finally, after a long walk through hallways and up flights of stairs, he comes to a room. Sliding the door open ever so gently, he smiles. A tiny bed sits in the corner of the room, with fuzzy blue blankets covering the sleeping piglin child, Michael. With caution to avoid the toys scattered on the floor, Tubbo sits near the bed on a plump cushioned chair, setting his tray down on his lap. He takes his cup and sips from it, the hot but sweet mixture flowing into his mouth. He gulps slowly, savouring the taste of every mouthful he gathers. Finally, he sets the cup down on to the tray once more, turning to his book. It was in good condition despite how old it was, and the protagonists were painted on to the cover of it. He gently brushes his thumb along the pages, not yet opening it, but feeling the texture with such a delicacy that it was like it would fly away if he pressed any harder.

The blankets shift and he lifts his head to look at what had caused the movement. A puzzled smile crossed his lips as Tommy’s golden hair suddenly peeked out from under the blanket, catching his eyes. He laughs at Tommy’s face turning red.

“What are you doing here?” He’s still giggling even when asking this, having to put the book down a moment so he didn’t accidentally drop it and spook Michael.

“I’m not the only one,” Tommy mumbles. Sure enough, Ranboo’s head also rises out from under the blanket, and Tubbo keeps conscious of where his eyes are and where Ranboo’s are.

“Hey, Tubbo,” Ranboo greets with a sheepish smile, along with a tiny wave.

“You two still haven’t answered me: why are you both here?” Tubbo lightly wipes his hands along the bottom of his shirt, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers.

“Well, y’see, Michael really wanted us to come cuddle him. We’d been playing with him while you were busy, and then he got tired, so we decided to bring him to bed and he begged us to stay,” Tommy rambles, glancing to the still peacefully asleep Michael.

Ranboo nods with what Tommy says and adds on, “also, his bed is really comfy anyways, so we just couldn’t help it.”

Tubbo nods but he’s still snickering. Tommy and Ranboo glance away from him, and Tommy mutters under his breath about how annoying Tubbo is, but he’s trying to fight the smile that creeps up on his face. Neither had seen Tubbo this genuinely happy in a long while, so although they pretended to hate it- because they were being laughed at- they were so happy themselves.

Tubbo finally stops. “Would you two like it if I tucked you both in then? And read you a bedtime story?” He gestures to the book on the side. Ranboo nods, but Tommy takes time to consider it. Finally, though, he yawns and nods.

“Yeah, sure, why the fuck not?” Tommy lays back down and so does Ranboo. Tubbo tucks them in with the blanket up to their chests, then stamps a kiss on Michael’s head- the other two weren’t fans of affection.

He clears his throat and rests back into his chair, grabbing the book off from the side. He slowly opens it and begins to tell the story inside, occasionally pausing to look up at the two. His story that he chose today was about the main protagonist being stranded due to a storm collapsing his ship and separating him from his father. He meets another person, and together they work to achieve both of their goals, their friendship slowly growing over time.

Finally, he peeks up from the page he was on, light snoring heard from Tommy. Ranboo gave gentle warbles and his eyes were closed, too. Tubbo smiles and bookmarks the page he was on, standing. He ensures that the blanket is tucked up on all of them fairly, then exits the room and flicks the light off. He carries his tray back, which is now empty, and puts it on the side of the sink. He’ll wash it later.

He yawns and stretches his arms above his head, feeling his joints pop satisfyingly. The storm outside was still heavy, and the calming tap, tap, tap of rain against the windows was the only noise that accompanied Tubbo through the house, until he reached his own room.

It was a good night.

[blissfali]

GAYtrio. benchgay? triogay. rainbowbench. happy lgbt

[upper-hellion]

THE DEVIL WORKS HARD BUT FUCKING MICHAEL_ ON SPOTIFY IS WORKING HARDER someone get this man a 401k and retirement funds 105 song zohakuten playlist in two days went to their profile AND THEY HAVE A 137 AIZETS PLAYLIST, 127 SONG UROGI PLAYLIST ALL OF THEM MADE ON THE SAME DAY AS ZOHAKUTENS WHICH BRO THEY AINT EVEN FULLY 2 DAYS OLD YET I bro and they ALL pass my test for character playlist that i will listen to forever im Michael_ spotify congrats your legit the only person i follow on spotify other than my boyfriend congrats here they are again i highly rec em

[dsmpbutbetter]

michael: science fact: if you pull off a lizard's tail, it will grow back. if you pull it off again, the lizard will be like 'dude.'

[sweetd3lights]

All rights reserved  by  Michael_.

[cumuluslife]

Birch leaves after rain by Michael_. on Flickr

[marimoralesx]

Tubbo_ and Michael_ apocalypse au cause I'm ill

[demonadelem]

i want to get a michael_ for my dsmp ranboo but im unsure if i should get a tubbo first? ive read some conflicting reports online and while i didnt particularly plan on having a tubbo but if itll comfort ranboo better im completely willing to care for a tubbo

As much as I try to learn I don't know everything, there are conflicting reports for good reason! Much seems to vary from individual Tubbos. I'm more on the side of Bee duo micheal underscore beloved family unit is healthiest for all of them but if you can't afford or have the time to take care of all of them, rather just have 2.

Ask game

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

Hi jo. Didja know thatt Tilin is chilling at the park w Michael_ and Baby Shroud rn? And Yorgurt? All the lil kids from all the smps are hanging out. and they're having fun and and are havinggg a good time. yes

[doodlebloo]

and also... tiny.... tiny little hooves...

FUCK 😭 He's so small but he has so much love and happiness in his little heart.. They weren't lying when they named him that Michael_ really is Beloved <3

[wolf-system]

Hi, new intro post.

We are the Wolf System, roughly 300 bitches in the head, and like 10 of us use this account. From here on out we'll just sign off with our names in the tags or post.

Frequent posters:

Boo, She/They (Cranboo fictive)

Willow, Any Pronouns (@songbird-sunrise fictive)

Aara, He/It (Brainmade) (@aarablogsthings)

Michael_, He/They/It (Michael _Beloved fictive, aged up from canon)

Taylor, She/They (Genderbent Tommyinnit fictive)

Mumbo, He/It (Hermitcraft Mumbo Jumbo Fictive)

Lizzie, She/Her (Elizabeth Afton FNAF Fictive)

List to expand at some point

[clembian]

literally no one talk to me im busy being upset abt michael_ beloved

[blissfali]

mmmichael_...socute

[upper-hellion]

Hey uh the person on spotify who made a Zohakuten playlist with 105 songs in less than 2 days uhm are you mentally well. Lots of actually pretty good songs ngl

also some songs on here that just give me good general clone vibes as well do rec you check it out

[elegieenbleu]

MICHAEL JORDAN /

More about the artist : ig : @michael_.jordan website : https://ansichten-des-jordan.de/