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keepthebeanscool · 2 months
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holy shit is that the throat of delusion incarnate
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avanillaskyline · 2 months
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I've been going through tma recently at the request of my girlfriend. She has, on multiple occasions, showed me the Jurgen Leitner rant. I know I'm not very far into it yet (MAG 53), but I'm under the impression he's getting a bad rep.
Like, we're dealing with a setting where people literally get eaten by the sky and evil worms that burrow into people and kill them in minutes. We're dealing with a setting where Fuckhands McMike can banish literally anyone to the Backrooms (and stab Jon??? Because he feels like it?????) and yet we hate Jurgen because he liked literature. ok. I am SURE there's more awful people out there than a silly lil fucked up book collector
Dude just wants a cool library and I support this, even if he's a little messed up. If he got his hands on the Necronomicon I firstly, wouldn't be surprised and secondly, would support him.
But I'm not buying it. Someone in the setting's gotta be worse
Like... Tim? No, Tim's an absolute himbo fuckboy, we can't hate him. Who else? Sasha's been kinda funky and off-putting since Mag 40 but hasn't been evil, Martin's our bestest cinnamon roll boy, and Jon's just a dedicated lil guy who gets beat up because the world hates him for no reason. We just met that new girl, Basira? She's got good vibes and I'd probably kill for Gertrude
Who else is left?? OH, ELIAS. He owns the archives and told off Jon to "not stalk his coworkers" (ok fun police), which is offensive to both me and Jon, so he automatically goes in the "bitch-ass mf" category and I do not like him
Jon's suspicious of him and SO AM I
(I'll reblog this when I get further in with more details, no spoilers please)
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marlequinncos · 1 month
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Test driving my Michael Distortion hands and I’m mostly happy with them! I love how the full articulation makes them extra unsettling. It’s not the most elegant rig, and I might re-make them in the future, but for now, I’m satisfied.
To make these, I used a plastic Halloween hand as a base, which I then covered in foam clay to make it look more like skin and sculpted the claws. Then I painted them to look as close to my skin tone as possible. The last piece was a cotton fingerless glove in my skin tone to hide the hand mechanism.
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27cowboys · 1 year
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the silly
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there are no words in the English language to explain the absolute seagull squawk of a laugh I let out when I sent emo author boy two of my favorite Michael Distortion fanarts and he immidiately responded "He has devious fingers and is extravagantly gay"
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rockaroadrolla · 3 months
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Hes got them big ol' Yaoi Hands
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So there’s this throat of delusion incarnate… 🌀
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zarude-leafstorm · 8 months
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randompajamaalt · 9 months
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Little Gerrymichael fic.
part one of a series I might start! Not too romantic yet, and pretty much just Michael meeting Gerry for the first time at his new job. Hope you enjoy!
TW for minor swearing! 1334 words, pretty much mindless awkward interaction from Michael’s perspective
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Michael was exited. It was his first day at a new job. An important new job. This was very, very important. He had to know what happened to his friend, and what better place than the institute itself? 
But he was also a little bit.. well, broke. So it was important in many different ways that he did well here. If he didn’t go above and beyond, he would surely be thrown out. He’s not exactly special, so if he can’t make himself useful, there’s no point in keeping him around. And it was his first day. So he had to make a good first impression with everyone. 
He walked through the front doors of the institute and was greeted by a kind looking woman who was working at the front desk. She introduced herself as Rosie, and they exchanged a few quick words before she handed Michael a badge and told him where he was supposed to go. And he obeyed, heading to the library. 
He was amazed by just how many books the institute had, and it looked far bigger on the inside than the outside- but judging by what this place was, that was probably exactly how it worked. And all the books were different. No matter how long he looked, Michael was almost sure he would never find two of the same books- that weren’t some form of evil twins. He shuddered at the thought of that. 
And, so, he got to work. He started setting up his things around his new desk, and then looked around. What exactly.. was he supposed to do? He could try organizing them. But the chances of them being cursed and violent were- No. He’s the librarian. He can’t be scared of the books. So, he got up, and looked around- a lot of the material seemed to be normal books. Most of it, actually. History, fiction, weird other genres. There were a few books he didn’t exactly trust yet, so he left those were they were. He also found a few blank books, and threw them into their own category. 
Before he knew it, the sun was starting to set. He was about knee-deep in a pile of books and was only about halfway through sorting and labeling them by placing a small color-coded sticker on them. Maybe he would come up with some kind of code for them later, but for now this would do. 
He was humming to himself and generally peaceful in the quiet of the library. That was, until he heard the door open. He was sitting behind a bookshelf, so he couldn’t see who entered. He quickly got up, and tried to look, but- there seemed to be nobody there. Maybe he should- say something? He should probably say something. 
He had just decided what he was going to say when he heard books being thrown to the ground and incoherent grumbling. “Fuck, where is it.. where the hell did it go?!” Murmured the voice. Michael was confused, and a little scared. 
“Uhm- can I help you with something?” Michael said, stepping out from his spot behind a bookshelf. The man who was tearing through the newly organized books was short, and had long black hair. He had a very.. gothic style, and pale skin. 
His head snapped back when Michael spoke, and he looked the new librarian up and down. Michael could see about 18 different emotions cross his face before settling on an annoyed look. “Who are you?” The man said, pivoting to face Michael. “I’m- Michael Shelley. The new librarian?” He said, blinking and holding up his badge. 
Another few emotions crossed the goth’s face, and Michael could swear he saw pity for a moment before fading back into suspicion. “Did you move the books?” The man said, his voice almost a growl as he glared at Michael. “Uhm- yes? Is that- w-was I not supposed to?” The librarian said, stiff and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. 
He had shed his cardigan somewhere mid-lunch, and was beginning to regret that decision as the air seemed to suddenly drop in temperature. The ravenette looked Michael up and down again, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, you’re.. Fine. I was just looking for something and now its not here.” He said, now seemingly avoiding eye contact with the man infront of him. Michael copied, glancing at the ground. 
“Uhm- Sorry. First day and all..” He gave a sheepish chuckle. “..But, uhm- what were you looking for?” He said, looking back up at the man’s face. “..A book.” The goth said, seemingly.. nervous? Panicking? Michael couldn’t tell as the man’s gaze flickered around the room and he stiffened. “..What kind of book?” Michael said, blinking. 
“….Black, pretty plain. No words on the cover. Only, uhm.. Property of The Bookburner on the inside. And.. a lot of other.. stuff. Its got a-“ Michael interrupted quickly, remembering the odd dark book. “Oh! Its got a leather cord wrapped around, right?” He shifted his weight onto his right leg, and back again as he looked at the mysterious goth. “Uhm, yeah. You didn’t read it, did you?” The ravenette said, shoving his hands into his pockets. 
“Oh, no, I just- sorted it into the mysterious diary category. I haven’t gone through those so far, so- it should still be there.” Michael said, realizing that its odd there are so many ‘mysterious diaries’ that he had to make an entire category of it. “Great. So.. where is it?” The goth muttered, and Michael snapped his fingers. “Oh, yes, uhm- right over here.” He said, walking over to a growing pile of books consisting of many different covers and styles and writings, some having literal chains wrapped around them, and some hanging loosely open on immensely private pages that Michael hadn’t read yet. The mysterious ravenette followed him. “There we go. Uhm- I’ll fish it out for you.” He said, crouching down to the pile. 
There was no response, so he just.. started looking. It wasn’t long until he found the plain, black leather book with a slightly lighter cord wrapped around the whole thing, just barely held together by messy stitches and covered in odd stains. He pulled it the the pile and held it up to the goth. “Is this the one?” Michael said, standing up. He flinched when the ravenette snatched the book from his hands, opening the book and flipping through it in what seemed to be a mild panic, relief washing over his face as he reached a blank page about three quarters in. 
“..So, uhm.. Do you want me to- check that out for you..?” Michael said, blinking in a bit of confusion as he glanced at the goth, then back at the book. The ravenette looked up at him in what almost seemed like confusion, before blinking. “Oh. Uhm.. Yeah. Sorry, there usually isn’t.. I don’t usually have to check it out.” The man said, sheepishly handing the book back to Michael. “Oh, uhm.. Y-Yeah.” 
Michael led them back over to his desk, sitting behind his computer and entering the book name- which he had to kind of make up. He decided on Bookburner’s Diary, and looked up at the goth. “So- what’s, uhm.. your name? For the- file.” Michael said, awkardly. “Shit, did I not-? Sorry, uhm.. Gerry. Er- Gerard Keay.” The goth- er, Gerry said, fidgeting with the silver rings on his fingers. 
“Oh, uhm- No problem. Now- here’s your book. Bring it back in 7 days or less and you’ll be good.” Michael said, stamping a small corner on the inside cover and handing the book to Gerry, who eagerly took it. “..Bye.” The ravenette said after a few seconds, and then just.. walked off. 
Michael blinked, still processing the.. strange interaction. The sun was almost completely set by now, so he collected up what he needed and headed home. He suspected that would not be the last he saw of Gerard Keay and his strange diary.
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I really liked writing this, and I’ll probably make part two soon! A nice break from all the drawings I've been posting, but still TMA. Hope you guys like it :)
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cabincryptid51 · 1 year
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Please take my offering of the funky distortion man I love this thing <3
(Undistorted under the cut)
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skyblue-haxi · 11 months
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I will give 5 points to anyone who can animate Michael Shelly from tma cracking his knuckles. Yes, you must do it with the messed up fingers. Do it.
Just @ me if you did it, hero of the universe.
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madeingaytown · 1 year
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Michael, What Are You Doing Here
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marlequinncos · 2 months
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It’s Spiraling time, lads
This is my base wig for Michael Distortion from The Magnus Archives.
The curls are pretty much perfect as is (though I might make a few even tighter and curlier). Next step is to do some teasing at the crown for more volume, since I want the wig to defy gravity a little bit for that extra Spiral-flavored unrealism.
Before I do that though, I think I might whip up a quick Michael Shelley (pre-spaghettification) look for a few photos.
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mcskullmun · 21 days
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Fuckhands McMike doodle!!
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little-fandom-dump · 1 year
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sure that this has been said before but those meow wolf interactive art displays like omega mart are a domain of The Spiral
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wormsmybeloved · 1 year
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You’re not getting me again Fuckhands McMike!
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