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You know how long it took me to realize DoorKeay sounds like dorky????? The fandom really slayed with that ship name

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For the Gerry request thing if that’s still happening: more Michael and Gerry plz and thank you

Here you go!

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Listening for the second time and got to 99 and 101. Michael's laugh is gorgeous, the most beautiful thing I've ever heard ohgod I'm in love again

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I based the makeup on how I a baby bat (person new to the goth subculture) usually do my makeup

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I love drawing eyes. I love the Distortion. OOOOH WHATS THIS?? A crossover of my interests?? Hello there!

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I am fucking going to write an analysis of every single sentence Michael says in mag 101. There’s just so much there.

The second last sentence of his statement. "Reduced once again to feeding on the unsuspecting and confused." You wouldn’t think twice about that, right?

But. Maybe i’m reading too much into this. But. The unsuspecting and confused. Isn’t that the definition of Michael Shelley??!!

It hated being reduced to doing this. What does that mean? It can’t have had pity for his victims, right? Probably not. I think it hated taking advantage of people like Michael Shelley specifically. Because now, with his memories, it knew what it was like to be him. And because it was feeling his emotions, it started to despise people like Gertrude, who took advantage of and betrayed naive, trusting people.

But… it was one of those things itself. Before becoming Michael, it had already fed on thousands, maybe millions of those people among all the others. And it had to continue doing so, because that’s just its nature.

It hated beings like itself because it had Michael’s mind. It also hated Michael’s mind. It hated having to be this kind of person. It hated being someone who hated what it was. God this is just a loop of self-hatred wtf? This creature needs a hug! Now!

#OP you’re on to something #Heck yeah bring on the Michael character analysis #my favourite #the magnus archives #tma #michael distortion #michael shelley

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oh my gosh please do I will go feral over it

please allow me a moment to interest you in the idea of Michael letting Gerry do him up in goth makeup one evening just for funsies

i have no elaboration I was just thinking about it. they did it for a date night or smthn and it was very cute and silly

#Dream come true #i gotta see it #michael shelley #gerry keay #doorkeay #the magnus archives #tma

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Which dynamic do you prefer? My favorite is both of them 🥺

#I love both of them #peak dynamic #michael shelley #michael distortion #gerry keay #gerry delano #doorkeay #gerard keay #the magnus archives

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HE DOES THOUGH AAAAAAAHHHHH

(me and Gerry fr havin the same reaction over here he’s so p r e t t y y y y y)

RIP Michael Shelley, you would have loved ‘Golden Hour’ by jvke

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@holeodemony do it. I will absolutely be your first reader.

please allow me a moment to interest you in the idea of Michael letting Gerry do him up in goth makeup one evening just for funsies

i have no elaboration I was just thinking about it. they did it for a date night or smthn and it was very cute and silly

#Please please please please #bring the silly hc to life #i love them sm #gerry keay #michael shelley #doorkeay

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STOP HE’S SO PRETTY HSVSNS

RIP Michael Shelley, you would have loved ‘Golden Hour’ by jvke

#michael shelley #the magnus archives #I love himmmm

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Woops I Accidentally Character Studied Michael Shelley...

I actually did this a while ago, but all of you are being subjected to it now as well

HERE WE GO!!

I think Michael was the person who always wanted to be an extrovert and had the social skills to be one (he may have even considered himself an extrovert, who knows)- always bubbly, happy, didn’t mind talking to people- but he lacked a certain sense of self that most extroverts have. We don’t know much about his home life, but I feel like he must have come from some sort of environment where he was always told to do this and this and this by people without them earning his trust in return, so we’re left with this person who doesn’t know the proper way to really connect with people and question them when he feels like he’s been wronged  and who is, in short, easy to manipulate. He was so used to relying on people his whole life that he didn’t have to get used to the idea of actually making a whole lot of decisions for himself. 

Okay okay and because I sold my soul to gerrymichael, you get the part two to this as well (featuring a bit of Gerry character study as well)

Gerry is a good contrast to this because he’s a person who is similar enough in that he’s trapped in this calling that started with Mary Keay, but is altogether still a more independent person than Michael in most ways because he’s been trying so long to break out of his mom’s sphere of influence.  I think that, were they to meet in canon, they would probably start out quite a bit at odds just because they were so different from eachother and so they might not have actually been initially inclined to be friends, but I think that Michael was probably a little bit lonely. He was purposely kept in the dark about a lot of things at the institute, and I think he may have been a bit drawn to Gerry because he was another loner in the institute staff. Eventually they would hang out and I think once they started to open up to each other, Michael would say things and Gerry would be like “Eyo??? That’s sort of not cool of your coworkers? You can stand up for yourself, you know that, right?” And they would just have a lot of conversations like that which would slowly make Michael think more and more and see exactly how isolated he’s being kept from the archive staff and it leads to a new sense of identity that lets him become more of his own person before he and Gertrude go to Sannikovya SO THAT HE CAN REALISE HOW HE'S BEING USED AND MANAGE TO STOP THE GREAT TWISTING WITH GERTRUDE WITHOUT SACRIFICING HIMSELF AND GOING THROUGH THE DOOR

#Big Feelings Time #micheal shelley #gerry keay #the magnus archives #tma #tma podcast #tma michael #tma gerry #doorkeay

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RIP Michael Shelley, you would have loved ‘Golden Hour’ by jvke

#This isn’t comedy I genuinely think he’d like that song #It’s just cute and sweet and whimsical #I feel like he’d enjoy it #michael shelley #the magnus archives #tma

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please allow me a moment to interest you in the idea of Michael letting Gerry do him up in goth makeup one evening just for funsies

i have no elaboration I was just thinking about it. they did it for a date night or smthn and it was very cute and silly

#micheal shelley #gerry keay #the magnus archives #tma #doorkeay

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The man I loved died. But now he came back as a hollow caricature of who he used to be. A horrifying beast hides underneath his shell, or maybe I'd like to wish he is still there underneath all the jagged teeth and twisting curls.

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:3

That hand turned out so good tho

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doing each other's hair

"Good morning, sunshine!" Gerry chirped as Michael stumbled into their kitchen.

"Don't call me that," Michael grumbled back, too achingly tired to accept a new pet name. He did, however, accept a kiss and an extra-large mug of coffee from Gerry. "How are you so fucking perky?"

"I've been up for a while," he explained, which also explained the mess of dishes and flour across the counters and a warm smell wafting from the oven. Gerry himself had a streak of flour across his cheeks, and a very eager look in his eye. "Couldn't go back to sleep, so I just got up." He paused, a grin breaking like the sunrise on his face. "Your hair...it's very uplifted today, isn't it?"

"You don't have to tell me," Michael agreed with a long sigh, sinking down in a slump at the table. He could feel his curls disorderly half-piled on his head, a horribly tangled mass he couldn't bear the face yet. He took a long sip of his syrupy-sweet warm coffee and groaned heavily. "You've missed your calling as a barista."

Gerry snorted, coming around the counter to stand behind his chair. "I would make a terrible barista," he said, sinking his fingers into Michael's curls and beginning to card through them. "Someone would get mad at me and ask for my manager, and I'd just tell them to go fuck themselves."

"Guess I'll keep you and your skills all to myself," Michael gloated, eyes falling shut and leaning back into Gerry's touch. His bad morning mood was melting away, thanks to the coffee and his incredibly sweet boyfriend. Gerry was much kinder to his hair than he was, gently detangling the curls, separating sections and finger-combing through them while humming to himself. Michael knew he'd learned these techniques from watching him, and found himself hopelessly touched. Gerry really was the sweetest.

By the time he'd finished his drink Gerry had loosely braided his hair back, and was rubbing his hands along his back soothingly. "Thank you, my love," Michael murmured, eyes still closed. "I'm sorry I'm so grumpy in the morning."

"You don't have to apologize," Gerry assured him, looping his arms around his shoulders and hugging him from behind. "I don't expect you to be sunshine all the time. That's too much for anyone, even you." He pulled back to press a kiss just above his ear. "I still love you, no matter how you are."

"I love you too," Michael sighed, his bad mood melting away like fog on a warm summer morning. It was nice to have Gerry's words and affection even when he was in a mood. Even better when his mood could be lifted by said words and affection.

The oven timer went off, and Gerry pulled away with one last kiss, drifting into the kitchen to remove the deliciously fragrant scones. "Do you want another coffee?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Yes, please."