#mik answers

[trustymikh]

Can you please draw some old man yaoi (purecacao)

Glad you clarified which because I have many :^D

I think a lot about the fact that they haven't seen each other after acsending, so Ccacao's more lighthearted and happy behaviour would be a surprise to Vanilla

[bikananjarrus]

Re: your tags about bix/women in general

the way i thought we'd get Bix being a mechanic working of a different section of the rebellion—maybe on Alderaan where she meets her end, or just anywhere else and learning about Scarrif. I thought it'd be cool to maybe get a limited run comic for her. Instead, we got THAT

seriously! i mean i figured she would only get a little cameo at the end of this arc given her exit in the last one. and i was so hoping for her being on another rebels base, doing mechanic work, being active in the rebellion. and then if they really wanted a last scene of her, it could have been her finding out about scarif, the death star, and cassian's sacrifice, which would have been emotionally satisfying.

but we got....that..... :/

[posallys]

taylor i have excellent news: the icarus shirt is real

im crying lol!!! percy is so fucking funny I adore him. also mik!!! i apparently wasn't following you??? literally do not know how that happened ??? anyway thank you ily I will be laughing about this perpetually until I die <333

[warpaway]

"Ah, Linhardt! You are here as well?"

She had not seen them in the monastery during the attack but, then again, in her rush, she thinks she could have missed a great deal of people. In any case, his is a face which she feels somewhat glad to see. Familiarity feels almost necessary at this point���perhaps it was the only thing keeping most of them from falling victim to their mind's trappings.

"Forgive me, my surprise. I had not anticipated seeing you here. Though I suppose a great number of the monastery is here, so it is only fitting that you are as well." She tilts her head, "How do you fare? I... was not able to see what became of Garreg Mach, so I am unfamiliar with how grave people's injuries truly are."

this is a voice he is happy to hear. even if she wouldn't consider him the same, linhardt considers flayn a good friend, and it's nice to see her doing well. she even seems... chipper, despite everything.

their heart aches for her. losing the monastery hurts, but it must be all the worse for her, who's called it home for so much longer, and who's faith is one of the strongest linhardt can think of. they know that if this had been their home they'd fled from in danger, they would not be able to muster her current mood.

then again, would that be worse than this? the question springs to mind, but it isn't worth thinking about.

"flayn," he breaths her name in a sigh of relief. "i'm glad you seem alright. we... were ambushed in the goddess' throat. i don't know the state of the monastery..."

a pang of worry seizes him, anxious that he may have disappointed her with this news, but he tries to tell himself that flayn isn't nearly as manipulative as he is. she wants to confirm his well-being as much as she wants to know how the monastery fared. he knows that to be true, he just needs to focus on that.

with a gentle shake of their head, they continue. "the group i found myself wasn't hurt too badly, which is good, but..."

but he was still worried for ferdinand. but he still saw bernadetta fall into the dirt. but he still saw the ashen demon defeated. but he still couldn't help any of them. but it still seemed as though all of his healing was for nothing.

"we were lucky to escape." but they leave it at that.

[encantresse]

"...Oh, Dorothea, I wish to apologize for the actions of my brother. I am just as blindsided by his statement as you are."

She approaches the Eagle with all the meekness of a mouse, head bowed over and ringlets casting a shadow on her face. Of course, she had seen his bold declaration—of course, she felt terrible to think that she had her part in him making it. Dorothea and Fogado came together to make this event for the whole monastery, during a time where they all needed love and the celebration of it. She should hate to see it blemished by a brother-shaped stain.

Flayn peers up at Dorothea, her expression caught between a frown and a wince, "It has not hindered the event too badly, has it?"

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"apologize...?"

an otherwise relaxed expression takes on a look of bafflement. before she knows it, dorothea's already shaking her head and letting out a small, reassuring laugh. "oh, flayn! that's not necessary. really, there's no need. it hasn't hindered anything. everyone's enjoying themselves just fine."

a sympathetic smile curls her lip. "you know, as embarrassing as it might feel in the moment... i think it's sweet that he cares so much. i can tell he only means to protect you."

she pauses slightly, weighing her next words carefully, then speaks in a softer, more wistful tone. "between us, i'd love to have a person like that in my life. you need your independence, of course, but having someone in your corner will save you a lifetime of pain. maybe there's a way you two can meet each other in the middle? "

[roetrolls]

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I SMOOCH YOU BACK WETLY

[immovablewill]

[CHECK]

"How bad is it?"

A gloved hand goes to cup Sara's face. Blood smudges on her thumb, leaving a rose petal-shaped stain on the tengu's face. Robin doesn't know where those strange people came from, nor why they attacked so suddenly. She would have surely gotten injured were she alone. But Kujou Sara had defended her so willingly, so readily, as though she had been prepared to lay down her very life.

Robin doesn't know how to feel about that. Gratitude, on one hand. Despair on another. The Choice to surrender one's life is one she doesn't want to Deny, for that is part of the Freedom that everyone deserves. But Inazuma was no Dream nor strange Abyss. Falling here meant staying down forever.

The songstress gazes deep into Sara's eyes. Her palm still caresses her injured cheek. Birds are Free to fly wherever they should please, but Death is the Ultimate cage. Is it wrong for Robin to stop Kujou Sara from soaring into it? Would she be a hypocrite for wanting that?

Something small in her composure breaks, like a hummingbird crashing into a wall. Loss and the Fear of it would always fetter one's feet. She lives life trying not to let it consume her, but there will always be Moments. Many, many moments.

"Regardless," Robin manages, "you should still see a doctor. If the wound gets treated in a timely manner..." her eyes fall on the bruise, "...it might not leave a scar."

⁀➴ REASONS TO CUP A FACE.

“Miss Robin, your glove—”

The general’s breath caught in her throat as she watched, wide-eyed, while the songstress traced a gloved thumb along her bleeding cheek, once pristine white fabric now darkened into crimson, stained under the delicate touch. Such tenderness felt misplaced—wasted on someone like her, when her only purpose was to protect and endure.

Why?

Sara wants to ask, the question burning hotter than her wound. Why hold her so gently like this, as if she’s something precious? As if she’s worth this tenderness. She’s no more than an arrow—loosened when needed, discarded when spent. An expendable soldier. A replaceable tool. A shield meant to shatter so that those she must protect would never have to. That’s all she ever shall be. Her only truth.

Yet, here, Robin’s fingers tremble against her cheek, her eyes hinting her concern, her grief. It makes no sense at all. Soldiers are meant to bleed, and every tool will eventually break.

So why the torn look on her face? Why the careful touch? Why hold her so, as though she’s trying to piece Sara back together?

With a shuddering exhale, Sara reaches up, her calloused fingers covering Robin’s. Warm. The songstress’s skin always did feel so warm underneath her hold, unmarred by scars unlike she. Soft. Gentle. Always so, so kind. How could a hand so undamaged and tender dare reach for someone like her?

“A scar is nothing new to a soldier like myself.” For a breath, Sara allows herself this selfishness—letting her touch linger against Robin’s, her head tilting unconsciously toward the warmth she has no right to crave. “If this wound stays,” she continues, voice dipping into a whisper, “then it shall serve as a reminder for me to do better. Next time, I’ll be quicker. Next time, I’ll bleed less.”

A lie.

They both know she’d carve herself apart stitch by stitch if it meant Robin remained unharmed.

“Please, try not to look so saddened for me. I do not deserve it.” In an act of boldness, Sara turns her head further, allowing her lips to press into Robin’s palm.

“Your safety is always worth every mark on my skin, Miss Robin.”

[mulletmik]

Commissions are open?

Working my pricing out atm but I'll have a few slots open as soon as it's sorted

Check back in a few days : )

[goatsrulez]

10 + 13

10: My eyes! I kinda finally think my face looks acceptable. My left and right eye/eyebrow have been two distant cousin shapes since forever.. It might not be so noticeable instantly but it’s kinda a big deal cuz MY FACE!!! Curse my asymmetry! I hoped people didn’t look at me a lot.

I been trimming my eyebrows to kinda look the way I like it instead of thinking I had to appear that way, and I think I’m preety happy! I also look reeeally good when I do my make up ^^ ITS JUST HAIR… GIT RID OF IT

13: Ummm myself? Lol. Well, just feeling powerless in situations. Especially in public, I become this like, wild beast that’s trying to constrain herself HAHA.

Missed opportunities is a huge one too, but that goes into the hating myself category I think. I get angry at myself for that a lot. I’ll spiral into thinking of every outcome/possibility, then get upset about not actioning. I’d say I’m more of a confident extroverted person nowadays though! It’s taking some effort ><

[mik-mania]

🧪+ Brusli: What are your true feelings about your sister?

"I...."

"...I miss her."

[trustymikh]

Have you done a full body drawing of Cacao? I think you'd draw his clothes really well

nope! I haven't drawn Cacao much, let alne ful body, since it's just too much effort. I really like his ascended outfit, but little beats that really cool furred cape he has in alternative skins, so I kind of mixed stuff together

[bikananjarrus]

May the fourth be with you Mik!! Handing you the mic to go on a rant about why Ezra is the boy of all time 🎤 go nuts friend

happy may the fourth jess!!!! 💜✨💜✨💜 i love you for this ask, i will happily talk about my boy 🥹

i think one of the reasons i love ezra so much is because he caught me by surprise. during my first watch of rebels, i really liked him! but kanan (and hera) was my immediate first watch fave (shocking i know! coming from me, tumblr user bikananjarrus). so i didn’t quite realize HOW attached i’d gotten to ezra during the course of his journey until i was watching the finale for the first time. And it just HIT me—how much i loved him, how much he’d grown, as a person and as a jedi. and it was just the most beautiful realization.

i truly think ezra has one of the most phenomenal character arcs in all of star wars. he has moments where he falls, where he fails; he has moments of doubt and weakness and fear. but he never lets any of that stop him—he’s been through so much, has had to endure so much hardship, but he persists. he’s so strong and determined, and we actually get to see him become stronger. we get to see the journey, and how all his experiences and trials have built on one another, shaping him into the young man we know at the end of the story who uses everything he knows to save his homeworld and the new family he’s found for himself.

if there is a character that comes closest to embodying HOPE in the way that our beloved original skywalker twins do, it’s ezra bridger.

ezra is funny and eager and bold; he’s kind and compassionate and good; he is made up of all the love given to him by his parents and by his new family, the ghost crew, and that love makes him one of the strongest people in the galaxy. and i truly love him so much 🩵

[moltage]

What do you think Mick did between the time he was in the army and when he joined the cmsb team or do you think he went straight into it?

Personally I feel like he lost himself a bit and did dead end jobs, trying to recover the part if himself he lost in the army but never being able to ever get it back. Then Cooper found him and asked him to join the team and he started to feel a semblance of something again. And don't forget about Prophet who probably finally gave Mick the friend he needed even before it became anything else.

oh my god this is actually a very good question cuz i always thought of his time in the army and then the team, but never in between.

him trying other jobs after the army makes sense, maybe he does something related to it even but like, this man has a certain set of skills and he doesn't get to use that so, i agree with the losing himself in dead end jobs part. but also imagining him doing random ass jobs is also very funny to me like imagine him working retail hahahsahajdjdh he'd go INSANE. but yeah, Cooper calling him in for the team must've felt really good. guns, rifles and all that are a part of who he is and finally getting to put that to use must be great. i love how you described it, it's exactly how i picture it'd go. Also both Mick and Prophet being the friend they both desperately needed. 🥺 Mick being new in the US and Prophet getting out of prison and all...

[warpaway]

🎲 platonic or romantic, up to you!

a kiss in the rain :: paired end au

there are so many things that linhardt could have experienced culture shock over, but there's really only one thing about brigid that they haven't yet gotten used to.

the rain is warm. he's used to hevring, or rarer - enbarr, both with storms only of cold, thick rain that sticks to one tighter than the clothes it soaks. brigid is a rainy place, and there's all sorts of different types - it can be warm, and sunny, and the rain can be a gentle caress across the face.

they're standing in it on the balcony, now. there's been whispers of a bad omen of rain on what is meant to be an auspicious day. linhardt doesn't think so.

the rain is nice, except for how it stings across the new mark under his eye. the tattoo is still too fresh to be comfortable; but he thought after a few hours it might be able to handle rain.

so they stand in the rain with their hand awkwardly covering one eye. it's still... nice.

"You are doing this too much," petra's voice has him turning back towards their shared room.

he can only really smile at her. who cares if his clothes are wet? who cares if his hair is sticking to his forehead?

their tongue is still clumsy in the language of this land, but they make an attempt to reply in it regardless.

"you are not doing this enough. come here."

despite his clear inability, it lights up petra's face and she complies. this is one of those rare days where linhardt feels he can do anything. if he were a strong man, he'd scoop her up in his arms, but for now the best he can do is wrap her up and cover her mouth with his.

she laughs, and he ends up laughing too, and he makes sure to kiss the rest of her face as well.

she'd told him before, of freedom and brigid and how the two were linked so intrinsically in so many different ways; both a complex and simple relationship. today, he's able to fully understand, too.

[biwindblade]

BESTIE BELOVED!!!! YOUR NEW HERA ICON IM IN LOVE 😍😍💚💚💚

hola mi reinaaaaaa, she hath returned. i missed her too much 🥹

[roetrolls]

okay mik, FINE. ill write my dang drabble 🙄