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@spiralinglaughter
" Is a thing EVIL when it simply obeys its own nature ?
EMBODIES it's nature ?
When that nature is created by those that REVILE it ? "
𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹꩜𖦹
Independent Distortion from TMA, Michael Shelley Vers.
Semi-lit to Lit RP preferred
Asks open
18+
Themes include:
Horror, incl. gore, violence, etc.
Unreality
Mental illness
Body horror
Death
Mun is: @miindframe and followbacks will be from there :)
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
- @mcolemanusher
It certainly isn't the person this Archivist had planned on meeting. That person was very unlikely to continue being much of anything for too much longer, given the Door they had walked through.
This wasn't the usual way that it played, orchestrating meetings like this. It liked a… hunt, but usually in the way of being just at the edge of someone's vision until it was too late. This was overt. It was very public and involved the use of its… newest appearance.
It wouldn't have bothered straying so far if it weren't at the very limit of its patience, its anger, its sorrow. It couldn't touch Gertrude Robinson, but that didn't extend to other Archivists.
"If it helps, I am very sure that you're the person that I wanted to meet," it says, with all of the sweet-faced charm Michael Shelley never knew to put to use.
first meeting sentence starters.
send one to have our muses meet for the first time.
“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”
“I think you dropped this.”
“You look lost. Need some help?”
“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”
“You’re sitting in my spot.”
“Whoa! Careful!”
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
“Is that seat taken?”
“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”
“You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Were you just staring at me?”
“Excuse me, do you know the time?”
“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”
“I’ve been sent to find you.”
“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”
“Do you work here?”
“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”
“You’ve got something on your face.”
“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”
“Do you know the way to ___?”
“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”
“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”
“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”
“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”
“I think we’re stuck in here together.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”
“Are you the new neighbor?”
“First time in town?”
“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“I think you’re in the wrong place.”
“You seem… out of place.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”
“That was a close call.”
“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”
“Mind if I walk with you?”
“You look like you’re in trouble.”
“Was that your doing back there?”
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”
“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”
“Do I want to know what just happened?”
“You might want to keep your voice down.”
“Is it always this strange around here?”
“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”
“Looks like we’re in this together now.”
Marc , I find myself missing you . ( @spiralinglaughter )
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm sorry I've been busy.
What can I do to make it up to you?
Yes.
I would like to have a date. Can you take me on a date?
A date, huh? You want something quiet or exciting?
Hmm. . . ..
I think exciting would be fun. Will you surprise me? I think that would be Romantic
I'm not sure if any of my endeavors will be exciting to you, given that you're used to the hallways, but I'll try to figure something out. I'm sure there's something fun we can do.
I think anything with you is exciting. You are very good at doing something I do not expect.
Here's hoping I don't get predictable, then, haha.
Marc , we could do the same thing every day, and I do not think I would find you boring
Marc , I find myself missing you . ( @spiralinglaughter )
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm sorry I've been busy.
What can I do to make it up to you?
Yes.
I would like to have a date. Can you take me on a date?
A date, huh? You want something quiet or exciting?
Hmm. . . ..
I think exciting would be fun. Will you surprise me? I think that would be Romantic
I'm not sure if any of my endeavors will be exciting to you, given that you're used to the hallways, but I'll try to figure something out. I'm sure there's something fun we can do.
I think anything with you is exciting. You are very good at doing something I do not expect.
Hello. You are certainly something. ( @spiralinglaughter )
Oh, hello. I apologize, you’ve caught me at an odd moment but I assure you I’ll be aiming to give you my full attention.
I am very much a ‘something’. Would you also qualify?
I would not qualify as a "something"
I also do not need your full attention. I do not think that I would like that very much. Half of your attention, maybe.
Marc , I find myself missing you . ( @spiralinglaughter )
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm sorry I've been busy.
What can I do to make it up to you?
Yes.
I would like to have a date. Can you take me on a date?
A date, huh? You want something quiet or exciting?
Hmm. . . ..
I think exciting would be fun. Will you surprise me? I think that would be Romantic
Marc , I find myself missing you . ( @spiralinglaughter )
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm sorry I've been busy.
What can I do to make it up to you?
Yes.
I would like to have a date. Can you take me on a date?
actually, we're running out of cds. better burn more..
I would like one.
haha! you would, would you??? i'll see if i can't set something aside for you.
Yes. I want to give it to a friend who is not acting right
I think it would help.
oh? what kind of acting wrong? there's definitely a chance of making it worse.
No, they listen to the same beat you do. Usually.
...usually but not anymore?
Which is why I would like a CD
don't like that one bit. sure, we'll help. what'll you offer in exchange?
Whatever you'd like. Is there something you want?
i always want something.
see if you can't get your friend to come to a show.
I can certainly try to convince them to come.
good enough. wanna come pick this up or should i send it somewhere?
I will come pick it up. 😊
nice. need an address or do you just know these things?
I can find you
nice.
meet me outside, okay? don't wanna spook al by bringing a stranger in the house.
'If you'd like,' it had sent, leaving out that it didn't think it was a stranger. Not every soldier that came back returned with their minds intact. The War Mother and Es Mentiras walked together easily.
It does not take it long to arrive outside, opening its door next to the one already in the wall. It reaches through and knocks before it has even fully stepped out of its own halls.
Pixie turns to glance over her shoulder when she hears the knock, and smiles politely when she sees the long, disembodied... "hand" is probably the nicest word, if maybe not the most accurate.
"Come in," she says, then pauses. "Or out. I guess."
In her hands is a red jewel CD case, adorned with several stickers- one of a human tooth, one a badly-yellowed Hello Kitty, and one a beaten mail label reading: "Grifter's Bone- Head Cold" in neat, stark handwriting.
It does come out of its halls, fitting easily in the small crack it's made between its door and door jamb, and into Pixie's... home, it supposes.
"Hello," it smiles, looking utterly average, boring even. "I think your Alfred may know that I stopped by, even if we tried to keep it a secret." It's eyes settle on the CD case and it brightens (metaphorically and literally, becoming a bit more vibrant). "Is that it?"
Pixie's demeanor is casual, if not entirely friendly, but something in her spine is a little too straight. Not fully at-attention, but prepared, primed to move.
She runs a finger over the edge of the jewel case.
"It's not a secret," she says evenly. "I can see who I like. But maybe we don't linger in the house."
She hands him the case. One of the edges is a bit sharp, burrs the manufacturer neglected to sand down. It could cut, in a pinch.
"The EP is for your friend. I don't think either of us wants to find out what happens if you listen to it."
Michael's lips curl in a sly smile. "Oh, I think you would find me lovely enough." It flutters its eyelashes at her, then winks. "I can follow a beat when I want to."
It likes dancing. Or, it liked dancing. It doesn't have many occasions to do so, now, not with everything and everyone that it used to dance with gone. Although...
Michael can think of a few that it would dance with if they wanted. A few it thinks would look so pretty flushed and spinning, out of their minds.
Delicately, it takes the CD case, so, so careful not to damage it or dull its sharp parts. It sslips it into a pocket of its coat.
"We can step outside, if you'd like."
actually, we're running out of cds. better burn more..
I would like one.
haha! you would, would you??? i'll see if i can't set something aside for you.
Yes. I want to give it to a friend who is not acting right
I think it would help.
oh? what kind of acting wrong? there's definitely a chance of making it worse.
No, they listen to the same beat you do. Usually.
...usually but not anymore?
Which is why I would like a CD
don't like that one bit. sure, we'll help. what'll you offer in exchange?
Whatever you'd like. Is there something you want?
i always want something.
see if you can't get your friend to come to a show.
I can certainly try to convince them to come.
good enough. wanna come pick this up or should i send it somewhere?
I will come pick it up. 😊
nice. need an address or do you just know these things?
I can find you
nice.
meet me outside, okay? don't wanna spook al by bringing a stranger in the house.
'If you'd like,' it had sent, leaving out that it didn't think it was a stranger. Not every soldier that came back returned with their minds intact. The War Mother and Es Mentiras walked together easily.
It does not take it long to arrive outside, opening its door next to the one already in the wall. It reaches through and knocks before it has even fully stepped out of its own halls.
Pixie turns to glance over her shoulder when she hears the knock, and smiles politely when she sees the long, disembodied... "hand" is probably the nicest word, if maybe not the most accurate.
"Come in," she says, then pauses. "Or out. I guess."
In her hands is a red jewel CD case, adorned with several stickers- one of a human tooth, one a badly-yellowed Hello Kitty, and one a beaten mail label reading: "Grifter's Bone- Head Cold" in neat, stark handwriting.
It does come out of its halls, fitting easily in the small crack it's made between its door and door jamb, and into Pixie's... home, it supposes.
"Hello," it smiles, looking utterly average, boring even. "I think your Alfred may know that I stopped by, even if we tried to keep it a secret." It's eyes settle on the CD case and it brightens (metaphorically and literally, becoming a bit more vibrant). "Is that it?"
Hello, Mary Keay, do you have a moment? ( @spiralinglaughter )
I suppose.
"Oh, good," it says, spilling out of its door. The door that has appeared and has always and never been where it is. "I would like to borrow your child."
Michael makes itself comfortable, sitting down in a chair like a puppet that has suddenly had its strings cut. "I could offer a trade, of course."
[Mary stared at it, eyes full of distrust, for obvious reasons. This was the Distortion, after all. She could not be too relaxed around it.]
My Gerard? Why is it that you want her?
[She questioned, cautiously, sitting down from across it, barely glancing at the annoyingly bright door behind its chair. A trade? What would a trade with a being like it entail?]
It laughs, a cacophony of sounds; bells and bleating and music. It looks human enough, with Michael Shelley's soft face and blueblueblue eyes and long limbs. Perhaps a bit too long, if scrutinized.
"Does something like me need a reason?" It asks. It's deflection, and comes easily to it. "Perhaps I simply want an excuse to give you something. I don't often do gifts, and would not give you something freely. You should be happy that I am only asking to borrow your child."
You are not exactly trustworthy, Distortion. Forgive me for not wanting to have my heir eaten.
[The woman replied through gritted teeth, that damned laugh giving her a horrible, splitting headache. And that wasn't exactly helping its case.]
I will ask again. What do you want with my son.
"Trustworthy," it titters, bringing a hand up to cover its mouth. "You, who flayed their husband, who ties their heir up in webs to keep her docile, worried that I am not trustworthy? At least I am a good friend to have."
Michael stretches, taking up space it does not need. "I do not need to explain myself," it says, "but I will. I want to have an outing, perhaps dancing."
Hello, Mary Keay, do you have a moment? ( @spiralinglaughter )
I suppose.
"Oh, good," it says, spilling out of its door. The door that has appeared and has always and never been where it is. "I would like to borrow your child."
Michael makes itself comfortable, sitting down in a chair like a puppet that has suddenly had its strings cut. "I could offer a trade, of course."
[Mary stared at it, eyes full of distrust, for obvious reasons. This was the Distortion, after all. She could not be too relaxed around it.]
My Gerard? Why is it that you want her?
[She questioned, cautiously, sitting down from across it, barely glancing at the annoyingly bright door behind its chair. A trade? What would a trade with a being like it entail?]
It laughs, a cacophony of sounds; bells and bleating and music. It looks human enough, with Michael Shelley's soft face and blueblueblue eyes and long limbs. Perhaps a bit too long, if scrutinized.
"Does something like me need a reason?" It asks. It's deflection, and comes easily to it. "Perhaps I simply want an excuse to give you something. I don't often do gifts, and would not give you something freely. You should be happy that I am only asking to borrow your child."
Hello, Mary Keay, do you have a moment? ( @spiralinglaughter )
I suppose.
"Oh, good," it says, spilling out of its door. The door that has appeared and has always and never been where it is. "I would like to borrow your child."
Michael makes itself comfortable, sitting down in a chair like a puppet that has suddenly had its strings cut. "I could offer a trade, of course."
Did you like my gifts? ( @spiralinglaughter )
Your.
Your gifts. Yes, I enjoyed the pastry. I have not. Touched the cards. I don't know if I can.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ @spiralinglaughter
Don't worry; they won't harm you.
They are to replace the ones that I broke.
It was a shitty set. I was always told you never let something stronger than you read your personal set.
A witch's personal deck tells many things.
I wasn't trying to read the cards, you were. It was kind of you to read Love into my future.
Same thing. You touched them, everyone has to touch their cards, and they can hold onto energies. And. And.
I read what was there. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Perhaps, but aren't I made of lies? I am not something that works well with love.
What's love, if not lying to each other over and over that one of you will get your shit together?
I believe that most consider love to be about truth and honesty
Cutesy. And some people still believe in Santa Claus.
Not a fan of Love, then?
Tends to make victims.
So, not really.
A shame.
What do you like?
I like. Uh.
I like music. And I like. Painting. And I like--I like. Why does it matter what I like? That's not really. Important.
I want to be able to give you gifts that you would like. I like music as well. And art. And artists.
...what kind of art? I'm assuming surrealism was basically modelled after some one of your lot. So.
Perhaps some of it was. I am sure that some artists belonged to us. I had a friend that favoured sculptors.
Sculptors...yeah. I can appreciate a good sculptor.
And you? You like sculptors?
I do. And painters.
What kind of painters?
You'd be a riot to paint. Shit would have to be all out the tube, the highlighted with tints, work from light to dark. Griselle over the top and then colour again. Underpainting for line art. Complete fuck you to the contemporary art rules.
I like painters that leave a bit of themselves on the canvas. I want to be able to feel them , even if we have never met, or if they are one day gone.
You would want to paint me ?
I would smear you into the canvas if I could.
Yeah, I'd paint you. I still might have some of my old supplies around, if my mum didn't toss them.
Oh
I would let you try.
Yeah.
I'll have to try it sometime. When I'm off the clock.
Yes , you will.
You said that you liked music, as well?
Yeah. I love music. Love records--all my dad's stuff. Even my mum's taste is fine sometimes. I love anything with a beat, anything you can move to.
I enjoy dancing. Anything that I could dance to.
Can I give you another gift? It is music. It is nothing that would drive you mad. Though I do like to keep artists, when I can, I know you aren't mine.
Did you like my gifts? ( @spiralinglaughter )
Your.
Your gifts. Yes, I enjoyed the pastry. I have not. Touched the cards. I don't know if I can.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ @spiralinglaughter
Don't worry; they won't harm you.
They are to replace the ones that I broke.
It was a shitty set. I was always told you never let something stronger than you read your personal set.
A witch's personal deck tells many things.
I wasn't trying to read the cards, you were. It was kind of you to read Love into my future.
Same thing. You touched them, everyone has to touch their cards, and they can hold onto energies. And. And.
I read what was there. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Perhaps, but aren't I made of lies? I am not something that works well with love.
What's love, if not lying to each other over and over that one of you will get your shit together?
I believe that most consider love to be about truth and honesty
Cutesy. And some people still believe in Santa Claus.
Not a fan of Love, then?
Tends to make victims.
So, not really.
A shame.
What do you like?
I like. Uh.
I like music. And I like. Painting. And I like--I like. Why does it matter what I like? That's not really. Important.
I want to be able to give you gifts that you would like. I like music as well. And art. And artists.
...what kind of art? I'm assuming surrealism was basically modelled after some one of your lot. So.
Perhaps some of it was. I am sure that some artists belonged to us. I had a friend that favoured sculptors.
Sculptors...yeah. I can appreciate a good sculptor.
And you? You like sculptors?
I do. And painters.
What kind of painters?
You'd be a riot to paint. Shit would have to be all out the tube, the highlighted with tints, work from light to dark. Griselle over the top and then colour again. Underpainting for line art. Complete fuck you to the contemporary art rules.
I like painters that leave a bit of themselves on the canvas. I want to be able to feel them , even if we have never met, or if they are one day gone.
You would want to paint me ?
I would smear you into the canvas if I could.
Yeah, I'd paint you. I still might have some of my old supplies around, if my mum didn't toss them.
Oh
I would let you try.
Yeah.
I'll have to try it sometime. When I'm off the clock.
Yes , you will.
You said that you liked music, as well?
actually, we're running out of cds. better burn more..
I would like one.
haha! you would, would you??? i'll see if i can't set something aside for you.
Yes. I want to give it to a friend who is not acting right
I think it would help.
oh? what kind of acting wrong? there's definitely a chance of making it worse.
No, they listen to the same beat you do. Usually.
...usually but not anymore?
Which is why I would like a CD
don't like that one bit. sure, we'll help. what'll you offer in exchange?
Whatever you'd like. Is there something you want?
i always want something.
see if you can't get your friend to come to a show.
I can certainly try to convince them to come.
good enough. wanna come pick this up or should i send it somewhere?
I will come pick it up. 😊
nice. need an address or do you just know these things?
I can find you
nice.
meet me outside, okay? don't wanna spook al by bringing a stranger in the house.
'If you'd like,' it had sent, leaving out that it didn't think it was a stranger. Not every soldier that came back returned with their minds intact. The War Mother and Es Mentiras walked together easily.
It does not take it long to arrive outside, opening its door next to the one already in the wall. It reaches through and knocks before it has even fully stepped out of its own halls.
Did you like my gifts? ( @spiralinglaughter )
Your.
Your gifts. Yes, I enjoyed the pastry. I have not. Touched the cards. I don't know if I can.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ @spiralinglaughter
Don't worry; they won't harm you.
They are to replace the ones that I broke.
It was a shitty set. I was always told you never let something stronger than you read your personal set.
A witch's personal deck tells many things.
I wasn't trying to read the cards, you were. It was kind of you to read Love into my future.
Same thing. You touched them, everyone has to touch their cards, and they can hold onto energies. And. And.
I read what was there. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Perhaps, but aren't I made of lies? I am not something that works well with love.
What's love, if not lying to each other over and over that one of you will get your shit together?
I believe that most consider love to be about truth and honesty
Cutesy. And some people still believe in Santa Claus.
Not a fan of Love, then?
Tends to make victims.
So, not really.
A shame.
What do you like?
I like. Uh.
I like music. And I like. Painting. And I like--I like. Why does it matter what I like? That's not really. Important.
I want to be able to give you gifts that you would like. I like music as well. And art. And artists.
...what kind of art? I'm assuming surrealism was basically modelled after some one of your lot. So.
Perhaps some of it was. I am sure that some artists belonged to us. I had a friend that favoured sculptors.
Sculptors...yeah. I can appreciate a good sculptor.
And you? You like sculptors?
I do. And painters.
What kind of painters?
You'd be a riot to paint. Shit would have to be all out the tube, the highlighted with tints, work from light to dark. Griselle over the top and then colour again. Underpainting for line art. Complete fuck you to the contemporary art rules.
I like painters that leave a bit of themselves on the canvas. I want to be able to feel them , even if we have never met, or if they are one day gone.
You would want to paint me ?
I would smear you into the canvas if I could.
Yeah, I'd paint you. I still might have some of my old supplies around, if my mum didn't toss them.
Oh
I would let you try.
