#character michael burnham

When I love

I become liquid light

invisible to the eye

and the poems in my notebooks

become fields of mimosa and poppy.

— Nizar Qabbani

[Image description: an illustration of Philippa Georgiou and Michael Burnham in Shenzhou’s quarters. Bathed in the orange light from the windows and the blue light from the ship, they are kissing with passion. In a plain strapless bra and uniform trousers, Philippa pulls Michael towards her, a hand on her neck. Michael only has her uniform jacket on, revealing plain white shorts and a strapless bra. She is tugging Philippa’s trousers open. End description]

a discarded sketch for a thing I will probably never finish. looking forward to more of their weird dynamic

[ID: a sketch of Michael Burnham and Emperor Georgiou facing each other, from the chest up. Teeth bared, Georgiou is leaning forward and pointing a dagger at Michael’s throat. She is wearing a sleeveless top, a high ponytail and earrings. Unfazed, Michael is holding her gaze and pushing the blade aside with a single finger. She is in uniform and her hair is worn short and curly at the top. End ID.]

sketchy Michael because I miss her always.

[ID: a monochrome sketch of Michael Burnham from the chest up on a light green background. Her eyes are closed and there is a relaxed smile on her lips. She is pictured in profile, wearing a dark tank top. Her hair is short and curly. End ID.]

Ah yes. Me. My Captain. And her 20-year old two-foot tall Samoyed.

(Reference)

@starfleetdoesntfirefirst

[Image description: a drawing of Michael Burnham on the Shenzhou’s bridge. She is looking in the distance as Philippa Georgiou can be seen on the Captain’s chair holding a huge Samoyed dog in her arms. End description]

“Okay…” Michael whispers. “Okay.”

Her arms twitch at her sides, her fingers work. She leans forward on the balls of her feet, open yearning written on the soft planes of her beautiful face, and it’s clear to anyone with eyes what she wants.

It breaks Philippa’s heart to be the one to deny it to her, and further stomps on the pieces in that she must deny it to herself as well.

— The Opposite of Hate, Chapter 37 : Old Friends

@nomi–sunrider

[Image description: a drawing of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the shoulders up. In the foreground, Philippa’s profile is lit by a pale blue light. Her expression is focused, closed-off; she is avoiding Michael’s gaze. In the background, Michael is staring at her with a pained expression. She is bathed in the same cold light and wearing her uniform. End description]

Soft quarters - still version

[Image Description: an illustration of Michael Burnham and Ash Tyler sitting in Michael’s quarters with the stars at the windows. Pressing against Ash’s back, Michael leans in and rests her chin on his shoulder. PADD in hand, Ash is glancing at her, smiling. Michael wears a dark tank top and her uniform trousers. Ash’s sweater is dark. End Image Description]

Cadet’s log - in which Tilly takes her logs very seriously, and Michael is starting to feel like a certain consulting detective sharing her apartment with a retired army doctor. 

[Image description: a drawing of Sylvia Tilly from the chest up, against a plain orange background. She is resting her chin on her hands and looking toward the viewer. Her T-shirt is blue with tiny Starfleet insignias on the sleeves. Her hair is worn in two low buns. Michael Burnham is walking in the background, wearing pajamas with constellations and holding a jar from which a tentacle escapes. End description]

In the Crepusculan language, Assa taught her a word expressing the regret that a moment passing cannot be enjoyed to its full extent, its scope being too large. They used it to refer to the storm in the morning, and Michael pointed out the storm lasts forty-six revolutions, eighty-nine years, and that day rose every thirty-six hours. Assa did not understand Michael’s numbers and repeated the interlocked movement and accompanying purr.

She did not grasp their point then.

— Sand and Water, Chapter 18: First Light

@nomi–sunrider​

[Image description: a digital painting of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the shoulders up. Leaning in to kiss, eyes half-closed, they are bathed in a soft golden light and particles are dancing around them. Michael’s hair is short, slightly longer than when she stepped on the Discovery.Philippa’s hair is cut over her shoulders,with white strandspeekingout.They areboth wearing dark loose blouses. End ID]

it’s missing Michael Burnham hour ft. Captain Burnham reviewing tomorrow’s mission because I can

[ID: a drawing of Michael Burnham against a blue background, from the chest up. Wearing a white Starfleet sweater, she is looking down at a PADD that casts a bright blue light on her face. End ID]

AU in which the future is bright and peaceful, and Michael goes on a vacation for the entire season.

@nomi–sunrider​

[ID: two pictures of a painting of Michael Burnham looking down with a faint smile against a bright orange background. The first is a full-length portrait, and the second a close-up of her face and shoulders. She wears a Starfleet blue short skirt with a sparkly underskirt and a pair of silver spartiates. Her top is covered in small silver insignia and sleeveless, with a silver band around the shoulders like the standard uniform. Her hand is in her long braids, pushing them over her shoulder. She wears a silver bracelet with the command symbol. End ID]

Let’s fly.

[ID1: digital drawing of Michael Bunrham from the thighs up standing with her hands behind her back. She is dressed in a red uniform with black trousers.and silver and gold chips. Her long braids are pulled from her face, with a few braids falling over her shoulders. Her right eyebrow is quirked defiantly and an a faint smile streches her lips. In the background, yellow sparks are flying over the Discovery’s distinctive disk. A sky full of stars can be seen behind. End ID]

[ID2: close-up of the same picture, focused on Michael’s face. End ID]

What I feel for you…belongs to you.

[ID: drawing of Michael Burnham and Emperor Georgiou in profile from the shoulders up. Eyes closed, they are pressing their forehead together. They are dressed in dark coats. Thick snow is falling around them. End ID]

What if, Roberto Ferri’s Giudizio Universale, but milippa.

Personal log. Captain Philippa Georgiou. Stardate 1104.8.

The rescue mission aboard the Dirac proved more challenging than expected even after Michael’s successful (and death-defying) Hail Mary. Because of the significant damage sustained by the outer hull, we may have to tow the ship home with most of her crew aboard the Shenzhou.

Saru is not ecstatic about the idea. The crew is accomodating but already cramped.

On the bright side, Michael discovered naps.

[Image 1 description: a digital drawing of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the chest up against a plain orange background. They are sitting side by side, wearing their uniform. Michael is resting her head against Philippa’s shoulder, while Philippa is leaning on the top of Michael’s head. Their eyes are closed and their faces relaxed. End description]

[Image 2 description: a close-up of the first image, focusing on Michael and Philippa’s faces in rest. They are relaxed, bathed in soft orange light. End description]

I’VE BEEN MISSING HER SMILE SO MUCH

[Image description: a digital illustration of Michael Burnham from the shoulders up. She is facing us and looking to the side with an impish smile. Her hair is worn in long braids. The insignia on her chest is replaced by a simplified golden heart. End description]