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Gosh i was never gentle with my patients how are you keeping up in our session...

@yaomilol

that's not how this works

IT IS HOW THIS WORKS!

That's unprofessional-

KILL! DO CRIMES MY DEAR PATIENT!!

They're the same person

(Forgive me I'm lazy to draw but I want to draw but i have so many art I'm not done yet but

You hear some knock! A mysterious yellow door suddenly appear and a tall man pop out it's head just to see you!

Oh! What a surprise

Hm I'll get Helen!Chair for this😍

(Iykyk)

MY WIIIFEEE😍😍❤❤👅👅👅

wdym I'm straight (I think) , 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 😰

ROTTEN FRENCH FRIES, STOP- 🧍‍♂️

Whoops, had too much fun drawing and experimenting on him again! Don't ask, i draw him in my old notebooks i would never use again so why not use it as a book to draw?

M I C H A E L D I S T O R T I O N .

C A T S .

Two is Better than one

I went wild with this one :D

Printer issues, Lunch Date, Flower Shop, The Stranger pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, Spider in the Dark, ur here, next part?

Sasha entered her apartment with the quiet click of the front door. She tossed her backpack onto the chair in the kitchen and started a cup of tea. A clatter from the adjacent room caught her attention. She frowned slightly before peeking her head into the other room.

It took her a moment to process the scene before her eyes.

Micheal was sitting on her living room floor, long fingers carefully curling through the fur of a content cat purring below him. She noted a secondary feline to the left, pawing at a strand of long spindly blonde hair. He glanced at her lazily, tipping his head to the side and humming.

There was only one thing wrong with this picture. Sasha didn't own pets.

"Micheal-what?"

His smile widened. "Hello my dear."

She gestured to the cat now rolling onto its back as Micheal petted its belly. "Where did these come from?"

He looked over at the one still playing with his hair. "They followed someone into my corridors. They followed me here."

Right. Sasha shook her head and sat down, the one on its back stretched out before moving towards her curiously, it had orange hair like a tabby. She pet it and it purred in response.

"Micheal."

"Sasha."

"I don't have the stuff for these guys. I barely have the room, you don't really expect me too-" Her words were cut short as she watched the grey one tangled in Micheal's hair sound out a small mewl as Micheal tenderly picked it up in its hands with too much bone and fingers that stretched too far across. The cat didn't seem to mind.

Micheal hummed as he watched the cat in his arms twist and curl, purring contently as if Micheal wasn't a terrifying monster. Sasha dared to smile.

"I believe, if I remember correctly, these creatures need food, water." He chimed lightly. Sasha rolled her eyes.

"Fine. There's a store down the way from here. They have pet supplies." Sasha sighed as she stood to her feet. "And they are cats, Micheal."

He didn't so much as stand to his feet, rather a blur of motion and colors that stretched out and scattered like sand before he was standing in front of her. "Cats. Yes."

She grabbed her bag and walked towards the door, stopping when she realized Micheal was following her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm coming with you of course." He giggled, "silly question."

"Right." Sasha smiled, "This won't end badly at all."

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The actual trip wasn't horrible.

Besides the fact that every single dog started barking at Micheal which earned them a few curious glances from the staff, they made it out with a sack of cat food, cat litter, and a box. Even more than she had expected, Micheal paid. Handing the cash to the women as Sasha looked at him with such a confused expression she partially believed he did it just to see her reaction. Laughing as they left the store with the supplies. She simply shook her head.

"I think- he had one."

Sasha looked over at him, he looked, well, human. The way his coat sat on his shoulders and down past his boots, his hands wrapped around a bag of cat food. His eyes trained on nothing before looking over at her with a sharp smile.

Sasha frowned. "Who?"

"Micheal. Before-" His words echoed and trailed off.

Sasha understood. "I'm sorry." The words felt stupid in her mouth.

"Do not be, its-" he paused. "It's a nice memory, I am not sorry to have it, amongst the fractals of everything and nothing and the not-in between, it is nice."

Sasha thought about her question a moment before asking. "What's it like?"

"What?"

"The...what you said about the fractals and the nothingness, delusion...what's it like?"

"It Is Not What It Is and it is a part of me" he said it like a broken tune from some forgotten nursery rhyme. "It is madness- throaty, hollow, the depths of doubt- madness that stirs in the mind. It is not a physicality, but, within it, there is a certain…” He paused. “Ah! Beauty. Like a fine piece of decoration in a mundane hallway." Micheal laughed long and hard as they approached her building.

"You say it's beautiful?"

He giggled and shook his head. "You tell me, my dear, what with your It Knows You, all that knowledge will never satisfy, never relief, you see all and yet-" They entered her house to the two cats scratching up her couch and seemingly content with life. “Madness floods the senses and dilutes the mind, leaving it clear. It changes perception, blinds reality. It's a song sung with all the wrong notes and the wrong tune but it is beautiful nonetheless.” He sat the bag on the kitchen table and she prepared two bowls.

“A broken melody is still broken.”

“Ah, but only you would know if it's broken.”

Sasha paused and stared at him. He was crouched down, pouring the food into the bowl she had provided. It got everywhere and he giggled. Letting out a hummed “oops.” Before moving a long finger to scatter the dropped food even further. His hair cascaded around his shoulders and swept across the floor, the grey cat already taking interest in his dubbed playtoy.

She understood what he meant. And maybe there was a relieving beauty to it. Someone’s only lost if they themselves don’t know how to get to their destination. But if someone is simply wandering, well. There could be a comfort to that. Ignorance is bliss after all. A buzz of muddled headspace that someone looks for within drugs or alcohol. A weight lifted from the mind as it's consumed by something that isn’t tangible.

“Do you understand?” He looked back at her, the pieces of food that had missed the bowl now nowhere to be seen. The two cats had taken an interest in the food and water and were quick to indulge themselves. She looked into Micheal’s eyes, the swirling spirals that seemed to impossibly dilate as he looked at her. He seemed softer, somehow. All folded up and crouched on her floor seemingly as protection to the felines happily eating away. His sweater changed and morphed in color and she half wondered where his coat went. His scarf was wound around his neck and seemed to move like a snake, continually curling over his shoulders. Twisting and bending and pulling in every direction. He was an enigma to look at. Madness. An ever shifting idea that barely took shape before it was changing again. Beautiful. She decided.

He was beautiful.

She almost forgot he was waiting for a response. “I understand.” The words didn’t feel nearly enough. Some part of her reminded herself that she was supposed to be scared of this thing that had casually dropped two cats at her feet like it was nothing. This thing that bought the supplies with money she wasn’t sure he was even supposed to have. This thing that had given her a distorted flower that she still had in the living room. This thing that followed her around with a curiosity she couldn’t explain. This thing that had kissed her cheek instead of killing her when she had been in its corridors. She ignored that voice and instead moved to fix the litter box in the washroom.

Not even an hour later she was curled up on the couch petting the tabby as Micheal played with the gray one on the floor not even a foot away.

“What are their names?” She asked him, breaking the silence that seemed to muffle Micheal’s laughter as he let the cat swipe at his long fingers, pulling them away just in time.

“Names are redundant.”

She rolled her eyes. “I think I’ll call this one Pumpkin.”

He didn’t look away from the cat, letting it catch his fingers and pull them down to bite playfully. Micheal hardly seemed bothered. “Daisies.”

“The cat? That’s a pretty name.”

“No-” He giggled. “I remembered. I was picking them up.” He drew his hand away and pointed at the mess of lines and colors that had once been a flower, sitting in a jar on the coffee table.

Sasha smiled back. “Daisy it is. Pumpkin and Daisy.”

READ THIS NEEEOOWWWW

Lunch date.

Printer issues, ur here, Flower Shop, The Stranger- Pt2, Pt3, pt.4, Spider in the Dark, Two is better than One, next part?

Sasha rubbed her eyes. The light glow of the computer was beginning to blur together. She had spent most of the afternoon listening to Tim complain to Martin about Jon and for Martin to, not that she was surprised, back Jon up to a nauseating degree. She was trying to track the location of the original Breekon and Hope delivery service since they dropped off an odd antique desk as well as a lighter. Her attempts seemed to be in vain other than a few news articles and the statements Jon had given her.

"Oh come on Martin, just admit he's a little insane."

"Christ Tim! He's tired and stressed, we have bloody worms crawling around outside. Cut him some slack!"

Sasha sighed and stood up, passing her fellow assistants. She would try the library, maybe if she could find some documents or even a newspaper or something. Anything to get away from their bickering and out of the mocking glow of her computer.

The actual library was used mainly by the students and such. The only part of the Institute that had any credibility left. It was mostly empty this time of day. Sasha took a corridor down into the 'public records' section, passing a yellow door that made her pause.

Has it always been there? It was a tacky color for such a bland colorless hallway. Sasha didn't have the brainpower to pay it any mind, instead finding the bookshelf with company logs. She managed to actually locate the documents that mapped out the original building used for the service and even tracked down the records for the service vehicles. But in relation to where it was and what happened to it, that information was foggy.

Sasha hummed and passed another aisle to look through records about shipments, passing yet another yellow door. She paused in front of it and frowned. Was there always a door there?

Ah. Right. She should have expected sooner.

Nonetheless, Sasha ignored it and continued on. The silence was starting to get to her, she opened the third directory, trying to desperately track a shipment that Breekon and Hope supposedly sent out. It ended up going across the sea from a ship she suspected to be Lukas's, but after that the record is simply blank.

She was able to figure out a few residents that had gotten deliveries so it wasn't a complete fail. Of course Sasha had to wonder how many of those people weren't missing or passed away by now but that was a worry for a different day. For now she was content to have the scowling lady at the desk fax over the newspaper clippings as well as deliver the bundle of shipment catalogs down to Jon's office. She felt satisfied enough to ignore the yellow door she passed on her way out of the Institute and towards her usual spot for coffee.

Sasha ordered her usual and a slice of toffee pudding before she took a seat by the window and watched the cars go by.

"Is this seat taken?"

Her gaze snapped up towards the familiar voice, recognizing him instantly by the cacophony of colors in his coat and the spotted scarf that didn't seem to sit correctly over his shoulder. Micheal stood lax in front of her, his hands hidden in his coat pockets and his blonde hair washing over his back and curling in on itself over the side of his face.

"Not at all." She responded, watching him blur into the chair in front of her. He rested his chin in his palm, a giddy smile shifting and warping like tree leaves in a breeze.

"This place is quite more to my liking than your place that watches." He hummed, looking somewhere past her.

"I agree."

"Tell me, assist-" Micheal chuckled and looked at her, "-excuse me, Sasha" he amended, "Why not leave for someplace more like this?"

She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "I like working at the archives."

"Right. That ugly place isn't worth what the crawling rot gives it credit for."

Sasha frowned slightly and shook her head, "the crawling- what?!"

Micheal laughed in response. The sound was starting to lose its sting in her ears.

"Whaaaat," His smile spread with every word like pulled taffy. "My dear you truly have no clue about the happening around your Institute."

She rolled her eyes. "Well you've been a massive help."

He just laughed again. "The ceaseless watcher doesn't like me, my Dear, but that doesn't mean I cannot intervene."

Sasha didn't have the patience to wonder what the hell he was referring to. "I think you just like freaking Jon out."

Micheal's grin twisted over his features and shifted as he moved to lean back, his hair flickering out into nothing before moving out again as normal. "Yes, confusing the archivist is fun." He looked over his shoulder at nothing in particular before turning back towards her, "but that's not why I've decided to help."

"You have a strange idea of what 'help' is."

He giggled. "Ideas are arbitrary."

"And so is this conversation." Sasha shook off the headache trying to buzz through her ears. "Is it too forward to ask why you are here?"

Micheal giggled again and reached out, his hand covering over hers. "Because, my Dear, you...Confuse me."

Sasha didn't really have a response to that. Instead looking down at where his hand draped over hers. Sharp, boney things that seemed not right to her eyes, but it didn't hurt, and they were quite soft for the illusion of pointed tips. Jon had mentioned that Micheal had referred to himself as the 'throat of delusion' so she shouldn't have been surprised.

But Jon didn't get all the details right. Micheal was certainly dangerous, she wouldn't deny that, and it was clear he probably knew things that might help them, but he wasn't actively trying to set the institute on fire and that was a lot better than the other things they were dealing with currently.

"You stalk people that confuse you?"

"Surely I don't know what you mean." He made a dramatic hand gesture to follow the slight nod and sly grin.

"That was you, in the archives, your door."

"Mayyybe."

"Why?"

"You search for information in the depths of your own understanding, yet you are blind to the truth in front of you."

"Really not an answer, Micheal."

He chuckled. "Entertainment then."

Sasha took another sip of her drink. "How do I confuse you?"

"You ask a lot of questions, my Dear." He stood, his scarf seemingly growing around him as he drew himself up like the fuzz of cotton. The colors dragging in place, slow to reconnect to the places on his coat. "Until next time, Archiv-, Sasha." And he disappeared into the sea of sounds around her.

YAAAA THANK YOU (by the way he's cute can I keep him)

Guess who just forgot how to post...

wow! Finally do my to do list on drawing Taurice after years of planning! How cruel of me!

@oopsarboreal your boy

Also my OC's bc why not? ❤ something pulled me in the fandom again, yay!

Sorry not much, trying to fight my art block rn and what I can do is doing this doodles😔

By the way

I forgot something lol but idk Anymore😭 (YAEY I DRAW SOMETHING!!)

If that actually happened I'm suddenly Kinning Jon /joke btw, ik how hard his life is.

Okay, But will the Stranger and Eye approve their marriage? 🙏

AU where Jon stalks Not!Sasha early and notices she's not Sasha. Instead of horror he's attracted to her. He starts watching her nightly and completely forgets about the paranoia around Gertrude's death.

hmm... monstersexual jon...