#michael tma
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[ID: A digital drawing of the Distortion from the Magnus Archives while it was merged with Michael Shelley. Michael is a humanoid with long curly blonde hair. Where his face should be is simply a spiral shaded and colored with a mix of hues. In the midst of this is a toothy grin blended into the curves of the spiral. He is wearing a pair of black pants and bright blue sweater with swirls of hot pink, bright orange, mint green and indigo. He has his monstrously large left hand lifted in an idle gesture, all fingers but his index and thumb curling in toward his forearm. Behind him is a bright yellow door with a swirling orange wood grain pattern interspersed with eye shapes. The background is black and has sections of contour hatching in different colors with no real intentional shape to them. The overall image is a discomforting, overwhelming eyestrain.]
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poor, disposable Michael
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ID: a digital drawing of Michael Shelley from the Magnus archives prior to being merged with the Distortion. Michael is a thin white man wearing a green sweater and a white button down tucked into black and white high-waisted plaid pants. He has long curly blonde hair in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and his bangs are pinned back on the right side with two pink hairclips. His nails are painted pink. He has brown eyes and a septum piercing. He is holding open a bright yellow door, from which spills multicolored spiraling shapes. Behind the door is a lush jungle faded into bright green shapes. He is looking over his shoulder with a fearful and perplexed expression.
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‘Michael’ reappeared on a crispy morning of what the humans call winter, as snow had started to cover the small town London was; small indeed, as everything looked small to him.
He met Sasha again, on the same road she took every morning from her home to the institute and through the coffee shop they both know so well, though she didn’t seem to have noticed him. And although it should have filled 'Michael’’s heart, even though he should have relished in the knowledge she wouldn’t realize he was there until she visited his corridors, it was nothing of the sort. It was not the want of an incarnation nor the thrilling wait for a taste of her fear. No, it was something much different, and much too close to the unknown for 'Michael’ to truly appreciate it.
'Michael’ thinks he felt it already, one day, when he was but a mortal and had not yet become half of a god, in a time when the human named Michael fell for men and women alike across the Institute.
And so, 'Michael’ waited, bid his time until the crowd around them dispersed and only a handful of them crossed the street; and when the time came to unfold his trap, 'Michael’’s laugh echoed in the cold wind as a door opened on the ground right under Sasha’s foot, one who only grew larger as she stumbled on her own feet, leaned back and lost her balance in the same vain, desperate attempt not to fall to her own demise.
And right at this moment, 'Michael’ caught her.
It wasn’t difficult, really. He only had to stand behind her and extend his bony fingers, much too long for humans standards, as he was told, and hold her hand in his as gently as he could. As his other hand went down to secure her back, so long and thin across her skin, barely touching her; 'Michael’ thought, for a small instant, that he was human once again.
He saw – more than he felt, her nails digging into his arm, clutching to it like a lifebelt while her feet hanged mid-air above the dark trap he created, kicking into nothingness.
'Michael’ laughed in the crook of her ear, her braided hairs tickling his face.
“Well, well, little archivist,” He whispered, against the skin of her face. “Seems like I finally caught you, after all.”
And as surprising as it sounded, Sasha didn’t struggle. She kept her hands tight around his arms, even looked up at him both warry and shocked, but she didn’t leave him. More than fear, it was surprise who painted her face, and if he dared to hope, a bit of glee.
“Michael,” She called out. “It’s you.”
This day, it was the first time she used the name he was given.
And truthfully, it was the first time he loved it like his own.
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‘Michael’ tried to trick the woman several times since. He replaced the door to her apartment, but she dialed a friend’s number, asking to sleep the night there. He replaced the door to the entrance of the archive but she called in sick, and every time she turned her heels and walked away, pretending not to see him.
It was fun. For a while at least; but quickly it only irritated him more, and more than the constant avoidance of his traps it was the way she behaved as if he didn’t exist there, in her world, as if his long limbs couldn’t reach out to her and cut her throat clean if she refused to play along his tricks, as if he wasn’t a being much higher than her.
So, one day, 'Michael’ decided to play dirty.
He pretended not to be in her sight, observing her from afar as she kept looking over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at the nothingness by her side. For a long while, this was their life, and the little woman named Sasha lived in her own routine once again, only hesitating for a few moments before opening a door.
'Michael’ once caught a glimpse of a documented file on her phone, covered with hundreds of door pictures from the magnus institutes entrance to the door of her own bathroom, and 'Michael’ laughed, mentally taking notes to perfect his fakes if he wished to finally deceive her clever little head.
And yet, in the end, he didn’t have to.
‘Michael’ doesn’t think of humans as beings. There is no comparison either, as they call him an 'entity’, a 'god’ or a 'monster’ and he is neither of them, but really he shouldn’t have expected much from them to begin with. They can’t grasp what he really is, and to be honest, he doesn’t really understand what humans are either. All he knows is that they’re fragile, and meet their end very quickly.
And yet there are these… archivists. These humans who belong to the 'Eye’, and this girl, who stops by the same coffee shop on her way to work, every morning.
At first, he thought she’d be an easy prey, a winning edge on the 'Eye’ if he sas to capture one of its own, but it was nothing like it. If anything, the girl ended up being more of a challenge than he expected her to be.
First of all, she wasn’t afraid of him. She was wary of him, uneasy maybe, but she didn’t tremble in fear as he appeared in front of her, all limbs and distorted smiles sprayed around. Instead, the little Sasha narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms over her chest, and even though 'Michael’ could see her knuckles whitening she kept staring at him, at his untouched coffee, at his long limb and the smile he learnt later on was as ill-fitting as it could have been.
’You’re not human.’ She told him. She was right, and 'Michael’ kept smiling, and she took it as an answer.
She didn’t flee afterward. She didn’t ask questions either, she simply stared at him; and when 'Michael’ tried to trick her into walking through one of his doors, replacing the coffee shop’s entrance, she just shook her head and told him to ’go first’.
A clever one, she was.
Well, 'Michael’ didn’t dislike it.
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[ID: A digital drawing of Michael from The Magnus Archives. He is drawn from the bust up, looking at the camera and making peace signs with his unusually long, clawed hands. His hair is long, blonde, and curly. He’s wearing a sweater that is many different colors spiraling together. All of the colors in the drawing have a spiral texture overlayed, and there are colored spirals all around the image. End ID.]
Michael! I uploaded this a few days ago on instagram but forgot to upload it here lol
[Image Description: A full-body drawing of Michael from The Magnus Archives. He is a tall white man with curly blonde hair that goes down to his knees. The curls are stylized to be spirals. He is wearing Melone from JoJo’s Bizzare Adventure’s outfit. It is a purple jumpsuit with the boots attached. The left sleeve goes to his elbow, and there is no right sleeve. there are two large rectangular holes in the suit on his right side. He is also wearing gloves, and the whole outfit is dark purple with a light purple spiral pattern. He’s grinning and holding his arms up in a flexing pose. End Image Description.]
Hi i’ve forgotten to post in awhile. Heres michael tma in melone jjba’s outfit because I wanted to do a joke drawing lol
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I love Michael. Next one will be Elias. I love jerks.
