Mikhail
@bloodiedwings.bsky.social
Agender [They/It] ✨️ Old As Dirt ✨️ Former Guardian Angel ✨️ Bound to Papa V Perpetua ✨️ Ministry Artist and Angelic Blood Bank
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I find my presence tends to agitate more than anything. Or the reverse. Ah, something about the inherent incompatibility of heavensent and hellsborne... Not very conductive to work: wrangling Ghouls like one would a bratty feline. Heh. But I'll keep it in mind.
What does 'egg on my face' mean?
What does 'egg on my face' mean?
November 20, 2025 at 7:44 PM
I find my presence tends to agitate more than anything. Or the reverse. Ah, something about the inherent incompatibility of heavensent and hellsborne... Not very conductive to work: wrangling Ghouls like one would a bratty feline. Heh. But I'll keep it in mind.
What does 'egg on my face' mean?
What does 'egg on my face' mean?
Oh! Haha! No, no, I meant simply that it is snowing and I have yet to be given an indoor studio to work in. Ergo painting in the snow.
Though I imagine you could use snow as a canvas if your medium was water and dye. Perhaps blood.
Though I imagine you could use snow as a canvas if your medium was water and dye. Perhaps blood.
November 20, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Oh! Haha! No, no, I meant simply that it is snowing and I have yet to be given an indoor studio to work in. Ergo painting in the snow.
Though I imagine you could use snow as a canvas if your medium was water and dye. Perhaps blood.
Though I imagine you could use snow as a canvas if your medium was water and dye. Perhaps blood.
Of course. I'll bring some next time we paint.
November 20, 2025 at 5:55 PM
Of course. I'll bring some next time we paint.
The 20th century, even.
November 20, 2025 at 5:54 PM
The 20th century, even.
// Gotta invite Oil to come listen whenever Mikhail is strutting around then 😅 It doesn't need the height but they certainly enjoy heels.
November 20, 2025 at 5:37 PM
// Gotta invite Oil to come listen whenever Mikhail is strutting around then 😅 It doesn't need the height but they certainly enjoy heels.
Hmm... in which case I feel gold might suit your complexion better. Though one cannot go wrong with a white gold: especially unplated. Less cold than silver, but not quite the saturated warmth of yellow gold. I may have a few pieces laying around you could try.
November 20, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Hmm... in which case I feel gold might suit your complexion better. Though one cannot go wrong with a white gold: especially unplated. Less cold than silver, but not quite the saturated warmth of yellow gold. I may have a few pieces laying around you could try.
A breakfast such as that makes me wish I could ingest mortal foods, if only to try it.
Tour backdrops for now, mostly repairing the pyrotechnics left from the most recent. I... am not yet trusted to do much else.
Tour backdrops for now, mostly repairing the pyrotechnics left from the most recent. I... am not yet trusted to do much else.
November 20, 2025 at 5:33 PM
A breakfast such as that makes me wish I could ingest mortal foods, if only to try it.
Tour backdrops for now, mostly repairing the pyrotechnics left from the most recent. I... am not yet trusted to do much else.
Tour backdrops for now, mostly repairing the pyrotechnics left from the most recent. I... am not yet trusted to do much else.
I'm always partial to silver, myself.
November 20, 2025 at 5:28 PM
I'm always partial to silver, myself.
Clarum mane fenestras intrat. Good morning, Papa. One is as well as can be, considering the cold. Spending the day painting for the Clergy. Yourself?
November 20, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Clarum mane fenestras intrat. Good morning, Papa. One is as well as can be, considering the cold. Spending the day painting for the Clergy. Yourself?
"Hello." They say again, and then chuckle. Delayed, as though having to consciously remind itself how to act 'human'. Its mouth remains open, but whatever would be said next remains unsaid; instead motioning towards the chair beside them. A tilted head and mirthful eyes. Then finally:
"...Nervous?"
"...Nervous?"
November 20, 2025 at 4:29 PM
"Hello." They say again, and then chuckle. Delayed, as though having to consciously remind itself how to act 'human'. Its mouth remains open, but whatever would be said next remains unsaid; instead motioning towards the chair beside them. A tilted head and mirthful eyes. Then finally:
"...Nervous?"
"...Nervous?"
// 1 and 13! Odd trivia but I love odd trivia.
November 20, 2025 at 4:19 PM
// 1 and 13! Odd trivia but I love odd trivia.
Infernal blood has no quantum, I find. But yes, I will welcome the company, thank you.
November 20, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Infernal blood has no quantum, I find. But yes, I will welcome the company, thank you.
...If you behave, yes. I wouldn't want to be the one explaining to the Clergy that the props for Papa's tours were destroyed in Ghoulish shenanigans.
November 20, 2025 at 4:14 PM
...If you behave, yes. I wouldn't want to be the one explaining to the Clergy that the props for Papa's tours were destroyed in Ghoulish shenanigans.
Oils today, I think. Though there is some backdrop work I need to be doing.
November 20, 2025 at 4:07 PM
Oils today, I think. Though there is some backdrop work I need to be doing.
+ More akin to a cruel mockery of Ori's own closed posture.
"Do you feel it?" It finally says, voice deep and smooth and echoing as though hiding a chorus behind it. "The agitation. The hunger. The singing in your bones to destroy all that I am?"
A blink, and then their smile is genuine. "Hello."
"Do you feel it?" It finally says, voice deep and smooth and echoing as though hiding a chorus behind it. "The agitation. The hunger. The singing in your bones to destroy all that I am?"
A blink, and then their smile is genuine. "Hello."
November 20, 2025 at 4:06 PM
+ More akin to a cruel mockery of Ori's own closed posture.
"Do you feel it?" It finally says, voice deep and smooth and echoing as though hiding a chorus behind it. "The agitation. The hunger. The singing in your bones to destroy all that I am?"
A blink, and then their smile is genuine. "Hello."
"Do you feel it?" It finally says, voice deep and smooth and echoing as though hiding a chorus behind it. "The agitation. The hunger. The singing in your bones to destroy all that I am?"
A blink, and then their smile is genuine. "Hello."
Head-wings ruffle and fluff before folding away, tucking tight to platinum hair and breaking that unblinking stare. Mikhail's lips curl in a smirk, a flash of fangs beyond. It gives pause for a moment, then leans back against the couch, long limbs spread and yet... the opposite of inviting. +
November 20, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Head-wings ruffle and fluff before folding away, tucking tight to platinum hair and breaking that unblinking stare. Mikhail's lips curl in a smirk, a flash of fangs beyond. It gives pause for a moment, then leans back against the couch, long limbs spread and yet... the opposite of inviting. +
I do not think that wishful, Papa, only human. Empathetic. I can speak only for myself, but I find that... freed from the trappings of thought and personality I cannot conceive of; as centuries and millenia pass, you find meaning in others who make it 'good'.
We have gotten quite heavy there, eh?
We have gotten quite heavy there, eh?
November 20, 2025 at 11:17 AM
I do not think that wishful, Papa, only human. Empathetic. I can speak only for myself, but I find that... freed from the trappings of thought and personality I cannot conceive of; as centuries and millenia pass, you find meaning in others who make it 'good'.
We have gotten quite heavy there, eh?
We have gotten quite heavy there, eh?
+ grucifix-branded shackle tight around their collar.
And for a moment, Mikhail preens.
They lift a gloved hand, noticeably large, and beckon her closer. No greeting, not yet, but there's a glint of amusement and curiosity both in its golden eyes.
And for a moment, Mikhail preens.
They lift a gloved hand, noticeably large, and beckon her closer. No greeting, not yet, but there's a glint of amusement and curiosity both in its golden eyes.
November 20, 2025 at 10:56 AM
+ grucifix-branded shackle tight around their collar.
And for a moment, Mikhail preens.
They lift a gloved hand, noticeably large, and beckon her closer. No greeting, not yet, but there's a glint of amusement and curiosity both in its golden eyes.
And for a moment, Mikhail preens.
They lift a gloved hand, noticeably large, and beckon her closer. No greeting, not yet, but there's a glint of amusement and curiosity both in its golden eyes.
Eyes stare unblinkingly back. Not from the head, but from the markings nestled within head-wings. Mikhail shifts, movements stiff and fluid all at once - it's clear they have yet to be used to a physical body.
They turn its head to finally meet the youth's gaze, light glinting off of the +
They turn its head to finally meet the youth's gaze, light glinting off of the +
November 20, 2025 at 10:56 AM
Eyes stare unblinkingly back. Not from the head, but from the markings nestled within head-wings. Mikhail shifts, movements stiff and fluid all at once - it's clear they have yet to be used to a physical body.
They turn its head to finally meet the youth's gaze, light glinting off of the +
They turn its head to finally meet the youth's gaze, light glinting off of the +
+ "I look forward to seeing more, now that the Clergy have seen fit to release me from my cell." It's said so matter-of-fact, no pause, no shift in stoicly humoured expression.
"But tell me, what is it you're doing here, Chloris? I deserve to know what mundanity I have distracted you from."
"But tell me, what is it you're doing here, Chloris? I deserve to know what mundanity I have distracted you from."
November 20, 2025 at 10:46 AM
+ "I look forward to seeing more, now that the Clergy have seen fit to release me from my cell." It's said so matter-of-fact, no pause, no shift in stoicly humoured expression.
"But tell me, what is it you're doing here, Chloris? I deserve to know what mundanity I have distracted you from."
"But tell me, what is it you're doing here, Chloris? I deserve to know what mundanity I have distracted you from."
Mikhail looks to the chair, considers the logistics of fitting itself into it (they aren't /that/ tall, mind, just shaped oddly. Distinctly inhuman. And for a moment it seems as though they grow even larger)
"I have enjoyed my exploration thus far," it remains at the desk, leaning down to speak. +
"I have enjoyed my exploration thus far," it remains at the desk, leaning down to speak. +
November 20, 2025 at 10:46 AM
Mikhail looks to the chair, considers the logistics of fitting itself into it (they aren't /that/ tall, mind, just shaped oddly. Distinctly inhuman. And for a moment it seems as though they grow even larger)
"I have enjoyed my exploration thus far," it remains at the desk, leaning down to speak. +
"I have enjoyed my exploration thus far," it remains at the desk, leaning down to speak. +