Michael D. Stortion - Blog Posts

Micheal Distortion searching up “how to express human emotions” on Gerry’s computer and it autocompletes

cracks him like a glowstick

i love fics that write The Distortion genuinely not knowing How to Human and getting something egregiously incorrect.

i don't mean appearance-wise, i mean silly mistakes. trying to wipe up a spill with printer paper because it misunderstood what a paper towel is. calling an animal by the wrong name.

describing emotions in a door/hallway metaphor. ("hallway full of bees" sorry, did you mean butterflies? distortion, you are experiencing butterflies.)

it was literally a door it doesn't know this shit!

i think it has some memories attached to "who" it is, thus why it can tell michael shelley's story, but little details like this? the nuance of the human experience? lost on it. too busy hating being even remotely like a who to stop and attempt to model after them properly.

this makes it mildly offputting and that's the goal so it's content <3

also @ distortion shippers this entity does not know how to kiss. gerry/jon/melanie/whoever else is gonna have to teach it how because it will just stand there, eyes open and everything, being a door.

I adore the fact that Michael Distortion is described as having a horrible laugh that sounds like a headache etc etc and then Michael Shelley shows up and turns out he's just always laughed like that. Jon and Co. were just bullying this poor man for his natural laugh this whole time

Thinking about MAG 101 again, specifically the line “He cared for her, he trusted her, and she fed him to me.” Like !!!! The fact that this story is being narrated simultaneously by the monster and the person being consumed by the monster, the fact that you can hear Michael Shelley in that line, and you can hear the Distortion, but neither of them can tell their own story because what they’re describing changed them so fundamentally that they don’t exist anymore in the same way they did at the beginning of it. Am I making any sense?

tma AU where The Distortion staunchly refuses to feed off 12 year olds because every time a 12 year old ends up in its corridors theyre like “The color yellow? Infinite windowless hallways outside reality with a fucked up little creature in them? Oh shit! It’s the backrooms!” and The Distortion does not like that at all

I drew you fanart

IF YOUR EVER CURIOUS ABOUT HOW I LOOK WHEN IM SCHEMING/PLOTTING/CONSPIRING, THIS IS HOW I LOOK.

The various iterations of my notes app Michael doodles

And bonus Gerry and Helen

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity