#micah's stories

[moonmeg]

Baby brother

#tdaac #not main story related #toh oc #toh ocs #the owl house oc #the owl house ocs #breena bower #neil bower #makenna bower #feya bower #micah bower #the math ain’t mathin

[shesthespinstersimmer]

Grad season / Bonus Cousins (2)

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#shesthespinstersimmer #storyteller #sims 4 story #destination: san sequoia #abeba girma #baldwin levesque #micah broussard #wiley ramesh cho #hyacinth brown #graduation

[bollgrodan]

I wonder what Micah is hiding?

#rune factory #rune factory 3 #rf3 micah #rf3 pia #rf3 sakuya #rf3 ondorus #rf3 shara #harvest moon #story of seasons #comic #artists on tumblr #art

[igotsnothing]

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#the sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 vampires #DARKER #sasha #gideon #leave micah out of it #he begs you #sasha was on a mission #i love the shots of their hands #and constanza's smile in the last panel was not posed #a mother's love

[mitamicah]

HE DIDN'T 😭😭😭😭💛💛

#this man #how am I supposed to act now :'D #I got my art on his story 😭😭🥺💛💛 #i have been perceived #and blessed :'3 #häärijä #käärijä crew #micahs foolery

[jihef03]

Love how rdr2 shows that revenge is " a fool's game" yet how irresistible it can be.

Dutch has been consumed by it since the beggining of the game, justifying it by the death of loved ones and endangering the gang at every turn in the process. It is easy to critzices him as the player and because Arthur calls him out on it but things blur later one.

An ill-stricken Arthur can choose to go back to the loot despite his previous attempt at becoming a better man, just for the chance to get back at Dutch and Micah. After all that, it is tragic to see Arthur leaves his brother and head on the path of violence one last time. Tragic yet so powerful. Micah and Dutch destroyed everything that Arthur held dear, they made it so his life amounted to near nothing. How could we blame Arthur to give into the tempation of revenge then? After trying to do good for so long and being at death's door, can we blame for trying to take his ennemies down with him ?

And of course there is John. He goes against Arthur and Abigail's wishes and is willing to risk his own family's safety to hunt down one man. But that one man killed his brother and ruined his first family, can we blame John for it ? Wouldn't you do the same? Revenge might be foolish but when it involves family it might just be too big to forget.

#red dead redemption 2 #spoilers #arthur morgan #john martson #dutch van der linde #micah bell #i understand choosing to go for the money can be counterintuitive for some players #but boy is it powerful story-wise #arthur's hatred of micah and dutch overriding everything else *chef's kiss* #rdr2

[kendsleyauthor]

I also love your new characters! But I love your old ones too. If you’re still doing prompts, dealers choice for #11? You’re amazing ❤️

SNOW ANGEL

Print / Trinket Universe (Micah and Everly)

~700 words

G/t dialogue prompt list

Aww I'm so touched by your love 🥰 Here's a bit of Micah/Everly wintery cuteness! ❄

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Where the hell is she?

Everly typically woke up before him, but she never strayed far from their shared room on the bus. This morning, he couldn’t find her working on schematics on her tablet, or tinkering with the various tech she’d scavenged, or overriding the vehicle’s AI to cuss him out.

“Ev?” Micah called.

As he stepped out of the room and into the narrow hallway, a chill snaked around him. The exterior door panel was wide open, and Everly was still nowhere in sight. He ducked back into his room and snatched the first pair of shoes within reach. He wasn’t sure what could have possessed her to leave the bus on her own so early in the morning—if she left by choice.

Premature anger bristled at the back of his mind. Crew members had bullied her into working off the clock before, but no one ever dared to drag her out of bed.

As he stepped off the bus, though, he didn’t have to look hard to find her.

Everly stood a few yards away with her back to him. Snow fell lightly onto the asphalt and stuck to the ground. She wore only a t-shirt and jeans, shivering like crazy but rooted to her spot.

“There you are,” he said, all the breath leaving his lungs at once. “What are you doing? You’re gonna freeze out here!”

Everly turned and looked up at him. Her eyes were wide—and for a second, he thought he was scaring her. But a breathless grin lit up her face. Every smile he’d ever gotten from her was hard-fought. Her sheer, unprompted happiness made him wonder if she was tripping on something.

“Uh…” He cleared his throat. “Don’t get mad, but you’re freaking me out.”

“It’s beautiful. Look at it.” Everly’s wistful sigh puffed past her lips like a cloud. She stuck her hand out and caught a few snowflakes, bringing her palm close to her face to examine them. 

Then it hit him.

She’d lived all her life in southern California. 

“You’ve never seen snow?” Micah dropped to one knee beside her, cocking his head to continue soaking in the unbridled joy on her face.

She shook her head. “Not the real stuff, anyway. A couple years ago, they dropped synthetic snow on the slums around Christmastime to boost morale or something. It was depressing as fuck. But this…” She cupped her hands, grinning as snowflakes gathered in her palms. “It’s not as cold as I thought it’d be.”

Micah laughed, reaching down with both hands to scoop her up. “That’s just the childlike-wonder talking.” His smile wilted when his skin brushed against her. “You’re so cold, Ev.” He swiftly brought her against his chest, eliciting a squeak of surprise.

“Relax, I’m fine!” She squirmed for a moment, but sure enough, she leaned into his warmth. “Okay, maybe…” She rested her forehead against his shirt. “Maybe it’s a little cold.”

He chuckled. “Let’s get you into some warmer clothes.”

“I… I don’t have any.”

Micah made a wounded noise. “I thought you said you looked through all the clothes I got you. Liar.”

“I-I mean… Looking through all of it would’ve taken me days.” She tugged at his shirt, and he peeked down at her. While she was definitely cuddling up against him for warmth, there was a certain sweetness to the way she rubbed her cheek against his chest. “But that means you can surprise me with an outfit. Won’t that be fun?”

Hugging her closer, he could already feel the chill vacate her little body as he stepped back inside. “Babe, we’re going through all your winter clothes. By the time we’re done, there’ll be enough snow on the ground to have some real fun. Wanna bet I can nail Xan with a snowball?”

“Only if I can also bet that he’ll murder you in your sleep.”

#gt #g/t #gt writing #g/t writing #gt fluff #g/t fluff #gt community #g/t community #my writing #size difference #gt fandom #g/t fandom #giant tiny #giant #tiny #gianttiny #oc: micah #oc: everly #gt story #g/t story #print universe #trinket universe #print universe story #trinket universe story #printverse #printverse story #sfw g/t #sfw gt

[hemlock-ghost]

Guess who's been listening to the Armageddon arc nonstop for the past few days

#and guess who HATES QUADRON #i actually cannot listen to this podcast anymore #this was supposed to be a comedy podcast what the hell micah #i am way more invested in this story than i should be #i had tears in my eyes listening to what happened to kyborgs family #and kristallenna's bow oh my gosh im going to die #tales from the stinky dragon #tftsd #kyborg tftsd #kydelius #kyborg #kyborg the mighty #stinky dragon pod #kydelius of evirwinter

[thebramblewood]

On the last weekend of summer, the family heads to the drive-in theater. But there's more than just a movie lying in store. August is surprised to find Uncle Alejandro - and he's not alone. He's brought his boyfriend Elías back from Selvadorada with him. At first, August isn't sure what to think of this unexpected interloper. He doesn't like the idea of competing for Alejandro's attention. But Elías seems to understand how close August and Alejandro are and even gives up his seat so the two of them can catch up. As they all settle in for the show, any sense of discomfort quickly vanishes, and they quickly start to feel like one big happy family.

Drive-in theater by @alerionjkeee!

I had a lot of ambitions for this arc of my legacy that didn't end up fully panning out. However, I always envisioned it ending with this scene at a drive-in movie theater. I'm not sure how or why that popped into my head, but it did. I was so nervous about delivering on it, though, that I ended up putting it off, but in the end I'm glad I waited. I have lots of plans percolating for August's future that I can't share much about yet, but I want to pick back up in his teen years. I'm sure there will be some scattered updates in the meantime, though!

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 edit #simblr #legacy: g9 #story: guu #if you've ever wavered on reblogging one of my legacy posts #THIS IS THE ONE TO DO IT!!!!! #i know it's on the long side but it was made with so much love #rowan 'aukai #raveena uchiyama #naomi uchiyama #micah uchiyama #august uchiyama #sadie uchiyama #tess uchiyama #alejandro nunez

[hamletunfortunately]

sometimes when i think of the infinights campaign i get so fucking mentally ill and want to cry and scream and shake and draw my feelings and talk to someone. but just because I think about how much fun it must have been to create and be apart of. imagine how much fun they all had while it was going on? oh my.goodness

#tales from the stinky dragon #never have i once ever been like emotional. over the characters #but when i think of micah? making his music and hearing it on the final show? #how he must've felt making the music for the last episode? #how blaine and gus couldn't hear “quadron” #without thinking “QUADRON.......” #how much fun it must've been to create the story? to DM! to PLAY! #THATS what makes me so sad. it's genuinely. gosh uhm. #yeah #imagine what recording that last episode was like for them #what creating it was like #hearing the finished product for the first time #imagine how fun it was to experience?

[lesbiansforhenryclerval]

Don’t get me wrong I absolutely love achillean relationships that test the boundaries of morality and sanity (hannigram, Paul and Julian and etc). But the pure lack of crazed lesbians is starting to get on my nerves. I want to see bloody, murderous, cannibalistic sapphics who are completely obsessed with each other and I’m tired of pretending I don’t.

#lesbian #LET LESBIANS HAVE CRAZY LOVE STORIES GODAMMIT #hannigram #Reg rambles #these violent delights by micah nemerever #paul fleischer #julian fromme #just give it to me

[moonmeg]

He's working on it, Ian 😔

#they see each other like once a year #tdaac #not main story related #toh ocs #micah bower #ian bower

[shesthespinstersimmer]

The Broussard/Tharp Event (4)

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#shesthespinstersimmer #storyteller #sims 4 story #destination: san sequoia #sabrina broussard #cooper tharp #chidi levesque #gabriel levesque #ava tharp #kenya tharp #bruce broussard #micah broussard #inez cypress #paula dapp #ida blum #winnie harlow #raj rasoya #saanvi rasoya #💍

[joyus-whimsy]

On my second play I’m finding Arthur’s role in the gang (at least in the early game) to be all the more poignant. He has always been used by Dutch, always put on a pedestal in an almost dehumanising way.

Dutch tells Arthur that he is the only one with strength that can be relied upon even in the harsh weather of the grizzlies. By comparing him to the other gang members in this way, Arthur internalises further that he must be that pillar of strength for the gang. He’s truely a pack-horse in this regard. I believe it’s done nothing to help his self esteem as both a self-aware but complacent man.

#the way we see him grapple with this loyalty throughout the game is so well done #I also forgot how much I missed Lenny #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #dutch van der linde #dutch rdr2 #when can I start shooting micah #5 times wasnt enough #god it’s such a juicy story num numm nom

[strangefable]

thank you for the many, many tags over the past... let's not count the time. but thank you to everyone who's continued to tag me for wips <3 most recently @inafieldofdaisies, @direwombat, @adelaidedrubman, @cassietrn, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @trench-rot, and many many more, thanks so much to everyone who thinks of me <3

today, i have a little bit of the opening chapter of the atlanta prequel to share:

Micah slowed her bike. Wouldn't do to get pulled over for speeding. Not with what sat strapped to the bike behind her. She felt the hard, sharp edges even through the leather of her jacket. She could almost hear ticking in the back of her mind; that thing may as well have been a bomb.

Hell, a bomb would’ve been less unnerving.

She followed the monotone, mechanical voice in her ear as it directed her to the appointed address. She felt a twinge in her neck as she tried to look up to the top of the building. Dark, ominous, sharp. It was a vague shape in the dark night sky, but it still felt foreboding as she gazed upward.

She pulled her helmet off and shook her head, releasing her hair as well as the chill along her spine. She was just a mechanic, but she was not going to get intimidated by some slick, rich asshole too impatient for his coke to wait for a regular mule.

As she entered the lobby, she saw the sleek marble floors, the stark modern architecture. There were heavy plaques on the wall with mysterious names. An office. A swanky, high tower one. Ballsy place to take in a delivery like the one she carried.

A man behind the security desk eyed her suspiciously. She offered him her sweetest, doe-eyed smile. “Hi, I have a delivery for…” she glanced down at her phone, “Mr. Duncan.” She looked back up at the security guard, still smiling warmly.

He grunted, waved his hand toward the metal detector. “Of course he’s still here,” he muttered to himself, before meeting her gaze.” 38, top floor.”

She hesitated as she stared at the metal detector’s arch. She took a few slow steps toward it, wondering how sensitive it was. At least she didn’t have to explain a gun, since hers was locked safely at home.

The detector went off as soon as she stepped through. She winced and stepped back.

The guard gave her a knowing look. “What’re you carrying?”

She attempted another smile. “Just a knife. It—”

He smirked and waved a hand. “Yeah, you’re not the first. Most of the couriers have some kind of protection these days. Can’t be too careful.” He nodded her through, ignoring the alarm as it went off again.

She nodded and smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.” His casual attitude about the whole thing surprised her, but she wasn’t about to argue. She wanted to get this over with and get the fuck out of here.

The whole place reeked of wealth and prestige and it made her skin crawl. So much metal and isolation from a single natural thing. So cold and uniform. She hated shit like this. Not that she’d admit it aloud, but it made her ache for home.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, and Micah ducked out swiftly, grateful to escape the grating music that jangled her nerves even more. Why did the wealthy always have such bland taste in everything?

She entered another lobby, but straight ahead was a formidable wall with a list of large, brass-lettered names behind a block of marble that must’ve been a reception desk. The woman seated there had a strained look on her features as she glanced over at Micah. Instead of a greeting, she only offered a stony, questioning stare.

Micah made a small sound in her throat. “Uhm. I…I have a delivery for Mr. Duncan. Urgent, I was told.”

The woman’s eyes went glassy at the name, and her expression seemed to grow even tighter. “Of course. Down the hall, Fourth door on your left.” She pointed to a hallway to her right.

Micah nodded and followed the directions. The lighting was low everywhere, probably dimmed to save cost outside of normal business hours. She wondered what kind of business it was they did here, then she stopped herself. She didn’t want any details at all. “I’m just a mechanic, that’s all.” She mumbled softly as she came to a stop outside the large, solid wood door.

It was floor to ceiling and she felt a sudden urge to run anywhere else. Instead, she lifted her hand and rapped her knuckles against the wood.

“Yes?” The voice was smooth and sure, the barest edge of a threat beneath the word. Why did the image of a shark swerving beneath the water flash into her mind? She shook her head and pushed open the door.

“Delivery for Mr. Duncan.” It felt so stupid to say, but what the fuck else could she say? This was not her job. She would not let this become her job. She didn’t want the heat of being a mule; she’d made that abundantly fucking clear.

Yet here she stood.

“Come in.” The voice was clipped and cool, all business, but with an attempt at warmth. A small measure to pretend at civility, she supposed. She opened the door.

To her surprise, this room was not all sharp, sleek steel and concrete. It was lined everywhere with deep, rich wood. The scent of it filled her lungs, soothing, familiar. She blinked as her eyes took in the shelves lined with thick, heavy looking tomes. There was a wet bar taking up a whole wall, and it was where most of the room’s light came from.

That and the Tiffany lamp sitting on the gargantuan desk in the middle of the room.

A large, sleek, black, leather chairback greeted her. “You’re late.” The chair swiveled suddenly but soundlessly. A man with piercing blue eyes and a firm mouth stared at her. He peeked his fingers together in front of his face. One eyebrow lifted slightly as he took in the sight of her. “And you’re new.” A glint flashed in his eyes.

She narrowed her own. “No, I’m not. I’m doing a one time favor. Because, I’m told, you were very… insistent.”

His lips curved into a mirthless half smile. “Oh, is that how they phrased it?”

She snorted. “I could read between the lines. Not exactly anyone’s first choice to send a mechanic, but no one else was aw—available.” Her eyes darted away from his. “Mierda.” The whisper escaped her lips before she could stop herself. Shit. SHIT. She was saying too much.

She felt his eyes as he trailed them down her body. She felt them lingering around her curves, so easily displayed by her tight leathers. She shifted her weight and clutched her helmet closer to her body, as though it were a shield. A poor one, but what else did she have?

When she looked up again, she found his eyes staring directly into hers. His expression was unreadable as he forced his gaze on hers. She resisted the urge to clear her throat or look away. Something in his eyes reminded her of the predators she’d faced in the backcountry. You don’t look away from a predator when it’s sizing you up, so she steeled her nerves and met his gaze, her lips pressed thin and straight.

He smiled. Tight. Sharp. Too feline to be real, despite the straight, glaring whiteness of his teeth. It was a smile meant to disarm, but she knew better. “They have been rather… less than satisfactory of late. I’ve been considering exploring other avenues.” His eyes looked her up and down once more. “However, I might be amenable to changing my opinion.” As his eyes met hers again, the weight of his meaning settled heavy on her shoulders.

She shrugged slightly. “That’s above my pay grade. I’m just here to give you what you ordered.”

He ignored the package she held out to him. “You’re not curious?” He took a step toward her. His hand lifted, but instead of the package, he slipped his fingers around her wrist.

She shook her head. “They don’t pay me for that.”

“What do they pay you for?” Another step closer. His fingers tightened. His other hand rose to rest lightly against her waist.

tagging onwards (no pressure at all ever <3) @ivymarquis, @v0idbuggy, @derelictheretic, @henbased, @redreart, @wrathfulrook, @confidentandgood, @damejudyhench, @florbelles, @jillvalentinesday, @marivenah, @harmonyowl, @unholymilf, @shallow-gravy, @g0dspeeed, @strafethesesinners, @fourlittleseedlings, @voidika, @foibles-fables, @chazz-anova, @josephseedismyfather, @turbo-virgins, @roofgeese, @i-am-the-balancing-point, @poisonedtruth, @simplegenius042, @incognito-insomniac, @dumbassdep, @theelderhazelnut, @legally-a-bastard, @aceghosts and anyone i still have managed to miss in this list. (also if you don't want me tagging you, drop me an ask or a dm and no questions will be asked <3) edit: trying to fix tags.

#it is always so hard to know which pieces to share and where to cut into the full story #i had forgotten how difficult those choices are to make agh #anyway here is part of the beginnings of what happened in atlanta and how john and micah first met #i am loving writing this story again #hopefully that is enough tags to keep me out of any sitewide searches now #micah hale #ship: our sins make you mine #fablemade #strangefable writes #wip wednesday #if that doesn't work and this still just... i will delete everything #possibly my whole blog idk #not feeling great any more tonight

[solarisgod]

Micah engaging in Oshibana, the art of using pressed flowers and other botanical materials to make a picture, and xe would gift them to those xe's associated with regardless of how close or otherwise.

#[ Micah is so precise and careful with these art pieces ] #[ the picture gift having your muse's favourite fragrance ] #[ xe loves to make these for xemself as well ] #[ xe have many books where xe would press flowers and other natural elements onto the pages to make into art for xem to love and cherish ] #[ if someone is really close to xem ; xe'd create a whole Oshibana styled book that may even tell a story in flowers for them!!! ] #[ going to nap crying over xem ] #[ ugh xe's so!!! <333 ]