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"Careful now, don't work yourself up. You might pop something."

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?"

“You’re thinking too hard, you might pop a blood vessel.

I just like fuckin’ with you, Mikey. Nothing more, nothing less- got it?”

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"Pft. Think it's a bit more than that. You wouldn't constantly seek me out if it was simply toleration."

“Most I can do is tolerate you.”

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"You know there's nothing wrong in liking me. We've known each other a while. You can sometimes be pretty enjoyable to be around. Sometimes."

“Whatever gets you hard at night, I guess.”

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"Think Adam's jealous." Of what? Not entirely sure.

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You know he’s just the prettiest.

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Flirting Sentences, Vol. 5

(Sentences for flirting muses, with varying levels of brashness. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"If you wanted to be alone with me, all you had to do was ask."

"Are you sure I can't get you a drink?"

"Keep doing things like that and I may start getting ideas about you!"

"Would you think it bold if I compliment your eyes?"

"What will you be wearing tonight?"

"There is nothing about you that doesn't turn me on."

"Do you like me?"

"You know, this flirting thing is fun!"

"How the hell are you still single?"

"You don't have to seduce me to win me over."

"You can't stay away from me, can you?"

"So, how is it that you actually got prettier?"

"You're like a poem, you know that? You make everything around you beautiful."

"Would you walk with me?"

"Deep down, you love being told what to do."

"You're not like anyone I've ever met."

"I think your name is beautiful."

"We should go on a date!"

"I wonder what lips yours have kissed and where..."

"Don't do that. Don't hide. Beauty is meant to be admired."

"When was the last time you danced?"

"You're everything a man could want."

"Wow, you are pretty when you're mad!"

"If I knew I was going to see you, I'd have worn a better shirt!"

"I have never been so turned on by you!"

"It seems "I want to show you something" actually means "I've found a new place to ravage you"."

"Fear is an underrated aphrodisiac."

"I thought I was too pretty for you?"

"I don't think we've ever been alone in a room together, have we?"

"You have beautiful eyes."

"I have a big bed. I'm happy to share it."

"I think we need to go skinny dipping."

"Why don't you come back to my place for a cup of tea?"

"Let's play a game. We each tell each other four things, but only one is the truth. Get it wrong, you buy the next round of drinks."

"Aren't you going to tie me up?"

"I'll have you wrapped around my finger in no time."

"Would we have even more fun naked?"

"I was right to have a crush on you. You're a good kisser."

"It's okay to watch me walk away, you know."

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Art of Michael commissioned from Akari~

Non mutuals do not reblog without permission!

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Art of Michael commissioned from Akari~

Non mutuals do not reblog without permission!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓, 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

Michael learned to stitch before he learned anything else. The skill was one he picked up when Lucifer was still Samael and living in Heaven. His twin had a nasty habit of falling, getting stuck in trees, tripping over his own feet / his robes and ruining his clothes. Sure, they had the gift to create, could make new clothes whenever they wanted to. But angels were taught to never waste anything and throwing out perfectly fine clothes for a small rip had seemed like a waste of perfectly good clothes.

So to mend his twin's robes and keep his clothes neat / looking nice, he taught himself how to mend them. Stitching / sowing was quite difficult for Michael to learn. Going from making something with magic to making something by hand was not an easy skill for him to pick up. He pricked more fingers than he did actually perfect a stitch until eventually he started to get the hang of it. Stitching clothes, he'd eventually find, transfered quite easily over to stitching open gaping wounds as well.

When he found he actually liked creating things by hand, he eventually turned his gaze to a similar line of creating but with thicker yarn / thread. The initial idea of making 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐊 came after after a particular bad panic attack than Samael ended up having. His twin was always far more sensitive to emotions, his own and those of others and when overwhelmed that tended to be his undoing.

Michael had found familiar objects and being hugged as tight as possible tended to help. Pressure of some sort and things he loved helped ground him. And with that thought, he came up with a little plan.

Taking yarn and crafting it into an object wasn't simple by any means. Making the yarn bend to his will was difficult, tedious, annoying as Heaven forbid. And yet, he didn't give up. He molded the yarn to what he wanted, mixed difficult colors, fought with it in various ways, tried different tools for it and eventually... he had the duck. Rough, ugly, barely duck shaped, but he had it.

The filling Michael created for the duck was a mix of cloud cotton aquired from the clouds in Heaven, and beads he handcrafted filled with his own magic. The beads were special and the magic they were created with allowed them to become weighted to whatever the person holding the doll needed.

After Lucifer fell from Heaven and the duck was locked away, Michael kept the habit up. Creating the things he did with yarn allowed him to continue to be able to create without using the magic him and Lucifer shared. Since he refused to create with magic, he created this way. Each doll he makes is carefully woven with the same care and dedication he would use as if creating real life with magic. Stitching with yarn, be it sowing, knitting or crochet is a coping skill for him. To help with the things that constantly run through his mind.

Michael has a fondness for making birds, he often has a lot of little crochet birds around any space he occupies. Including ducks. Anything he makes is made from yarn created in Heaven, usually of a very soft or fuzzy texture not unlike that of the feeling of a birds feathers. He'll use rougher yarn if the piece he's making it seems appropraite for. All of them are stuffed with the same mixture of cloud cotton and the weighted anxiety beads. The beads help give it a base allowing the doll to stand up in whatever position is appropriate for it.

He'll make a doll if someone asks him to, but most the time he actually just makes them for someone because he likes them. Sometimes he'll make them and then hide them if he doesn't think the other person will like them. Over the years Lucifer has been gone, he's made him hundreds of new ducks that are stuffed in a closet and will never be given to him. He even made a few for Charlie when he heard she was born.

The actual word for the dolls made from crochet is called amigurumi. It's the art of knitting or crocheting small, stuffed yarn creatures.

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スマブラSP/SSBU シーク 第二シークの日🎉

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@diistortion Alastor using his weird little phone to send Michael pretty birds.

ㅤMichael had actually been attempting to get some work done while hanging out with Alastor. One of the notebooks he used to take notes in was on his lap, a ballpoint pen that had a feather blue design on it lightly held in his grip. He'd managed a small table, notes that he was making on various observations of the hotel. And that was about all he got done before he had actually fallen asleep. It's not something he does often, certainly not something that was easy for him. Sleep rarely came, but he found around Alastor it was a lot easier. His calming presence, that quiet almost subtle sound of static, seemed comforting in a way that Michael couldn't ever quite explain.

ㅤSo drifting off around him was just rather easy, if he was quite honest. Though typically Michael did it when listening to him host one of his non-violent broadcasts rather than when he was just sitting in his lap. To be honest though, it had been at least several days since he had gotten any proper rest. The stress that piled up on top of him, much like the paperwork that consumed most of his desk, prevented the archangel from getting any decent sleep. At least more than the few minutes he ended up blacking out.

ㅤAlastor has found him face planted on his desk more than a handful of times, apparently.

ㅤBut now, curled up in that chair in the Radio Tower, a very comfortable blanket laid across his lap. Michael couldn't help but doze off against the other's chest, listening to the odd little sounds he made and work very much forgotten on top of his lap. He more than likely would have stayed that way of the sudden PING and vibration of his phone going off hadn't startled him. Blinking his eyes slowly open he shifted on top of Alastor enough to fetch his phone from his pocket and sleepily tapped the screen to bring up the message. Always worried it's one of his various brothers, someone screwing something up or in some state of emotional crisis.

ㅤInstead he finds a message from Alastor, who was simply named "Antenna" in his phone. He should change that, he'd stuck him there like that when the other had first started sending him pictures that seemed to hold no rhyme or reason as to why. Now that Alastor was a much more stable figure in his life, the joke had worn off his life. Michael flicked his phone open, pulled up the picture and blinked a few times before setting the phone down on top of his notebook.

ㅤ"You realize I'm in your lap, right? You could have woken me and just shown me your phone?"

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** platonic / familial actions.

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours )

[ embrace ]  -  your  muse  pulls  mine  in  for  a  gentle  embrace.

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

[ ruffle ]  -  your  muse  ruffles  my  muses  hair.

[ pat ]  -  your  muse  pats  mine  on  the  shoulder.

[ piggyback ]  -  your  muse  jumping  on  my  muses  back.

[ kiss ]  -  your  muse  presses  a  kiss  to  my  muses  forehead.

[ bake ]  -  your  muse  presents  mine  with  freshly  baked  cookies.

[ flower crown ]  -  your  muse  places  a  flower  crown  atop  my  muses  head.

[ cook ]  -  your  muse  cooks  my  muse  a  meal.

[ lullaby ]  -  your  muse  sings  my  muse  to  sleep.

[ fort ]  -  your  muse  surprises  my  muse  with  a  pillow  fort.

[ gift ]  -  your  muse  presents  my  muse  with  a  gift.

[ hold ]  -  your  muse  holds  my  muses  hand.

[ calm ]  -  your  muse  calms  down  my  panicked  muse.

[ cheek ]  -  your  muses  kisses  my  muse  on  the  cheek.

[ boop ]  -  your  muses  boops  my  muse  on  the  nose.

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スマブラSP/SSBU シーク

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My son is very pretty and all of you should fuck love him.

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Little banner design of Michael doing his paperwork at the hotel! Commissioned from the remarkable @diistortion!