Mikawllslm

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

daria my little precious girl i'm so sorry

Have you ever heard of a guy named Bill Cipher?

hmm… perhaps In Passing, Maybe On The Trip To america?

accidentally got into the property of hate, literally the best comic in my life🙏🙏🙏

hell yeah more blooming people

oh the creature you are

my take on sasha archivist au

man i love boring classes

Daily TMA 165 – happy guy, nothing bad ever happened to him. i guess.

i really really like how michael and helen represent two sides of the spiral.

michael speaks slowly, emphasizing everything, giving you the idea that he's lying to you, but you're never quite sure. and that's the fear. that your own mind is lying to you, that you're going insane, that you can't trust anything you believe. this fear was present in michael shelley's life very prominently, from his childhood all the way to the very nature of his death.

after a while, though, helen speaks with confidence and certainty, leaving no room for doubt, you know she's lying. you know she is. but you can't prove it. and that, too, is the fear. that you're right, but nobody will ever believe you. that it's all fake, everything society is built on is fake and you're the only one who knows. and i feel like the little bit that we know about helen richardson also embodies this fear: she was a real estate agent, a very stereotypically deceptive job. i don't think it's far-fetched to say she probably lied quite a lot to her clients, all while aware of the reality of the situation herself. the idea of being the only one who knows just how fake everything is but never being able to tell anyone.

i think it's so cool that they both became the source of the fear that marked their lives.