The Distortion As ‘Michael.’

it says some shit

and this "michael" label leads to a miserable miserable existence where you have no choice but to fit into the "michael" thing because it's all you can ever be now. "michael" is now in your core though it isn't supposed to be there. there shouldn't be anything but this vague fickle ephemeral "you", a thing, but now you're doomed to be defined clearly someone, flesh and mind, you're caged in being "michael". i love the idea that there is always pain in the distortion's "body" and "mind". even with helen. it probably really hurts to be twisted and changed like that against your own nature. no wonder it's fucking angy

Calling The Distortion "Michael" in the same way people give names to their appliances. Michael The Distortion = Basil The Microwave. That's not really its name and if you call it that it doesn't really fit

one of the faces of distortion appeared in paint for four minutes.

there is something in its soulless expression that makes me go absolutely feral

i'm sorry. at least i wish i was. i love my friends tho

thinking about this one au where michael distortion continues to work in the archives after michael shelley's death because apparently you can't leave the archives even if you aren't you anymore

save me sasha archivist au

episode 2: making adjustments.

one of the faces of distortion appeared in paint for four minutes.

looking at the distortion during classes like a soldier at a photo of their wife

so

would you hug the needle man?

they were born like 10 minutes ago and i have no idea what to do with them