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@phantomforce
#phantomforce. you smell of death. everything about you is an endless goodbye. a private / independent / selective original character written for spider-man: across the spiderverse. as loved & created by blaise ( 26, she / her, they / them ). slow activity. canon solely based around the spiderverse trilogy, & not comic or mcu compliant. also not spoiler free, so i warn you to be careful if you haven’t seen the movie yet !!
DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET. [QUICK TOUR!]
BASICS.
LEGAL NAME: ronan james carmichael. NICKNAME[S]: spiderman, the spectral - spider / spider specter, the silent phantom, death, “ro” by family & his closest friends. DATE OF BIRTH: october 31st. ( directly on halloween ) GENDER: agender ( he / they / it ) PLACE OF BIRTH: earth - 3113, in queens, new york, with his variation of earth & its dimension standing parallel to the spirit world. an overseer of both realms. CURRENTLY LIVING: somewhere & nowhere. after he lost his aunt myra & his childhood home in an “accidental” house fire, he & his uncle benedict moved into a small apartment together. & after his uncle’s death, ronan barely comes to it anymore. also has a room at hq that he doesn’t really use either. since he doesn’t need to eat or sleep, both places don’t mean that much to him — most of his time is spent out fighting the supernatural anyway. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: for a majority of his life ? english. but, with salem ? death is the oldest being that exists. there isn’t just one language that she knows & speaks, & she imparts that same capability onto ronan when she takes his as a host. EDUCATION: completed & graduated high school. soon moved onto college where he pursued his mfa ( master of fine arts ) in photography. died a few months shortly after his graduation, & threw out all plans of pursuing his passion when he took on the duty of spider-man. he doesn’t have much of a future anymore. HAIR COLOR: was fully black before he died, but is now silver - white post his resurrection. EYE COLOR: used to be brown, but is now silver. the sclera of his left eye is completely black. wears an eyepatch over it. HEIGHT: 6'0. BUILD: endomorph, solid, on the bigger & broader side.
FAMILY INFORMATION.
SIBLING[S]: none. PARENT[S]: auden carmichael ( father, deceased ), winona carmichael ( former surname: jones ) ( mother, deceased ). RELATIVE[S]: benedict carmichael ( uncle, deceased ), myra carmichael ( former surname: thompson ) ( aunt, deceased ). CHILDREN: none. PET[S]: a strange little cat - like creature ( think like the slug cat from rain world ) that he saved from being devoured by one of the small - scale demons running free in the city. despite trying to shoo the spirit away, it refuses to leave him alone & has pretty much attached itself to him — & now when poe isn’t happily living in his apartment, he likes to hang himself around ronan’s neck like a scarf. he’s come to love him immensely.
RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual / biromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: multi - ship & depends entirely on the chemistry that he has with the individual interested in him. but, currently, he’s single & doesn’t plan to change that anytime soon — mostly because of the fear of loss & attachment that stems from his immortality. he’s also just shy & awkward as all hell. SINCE WHEN: the shy & awkward part ? since always.
tagged. @dhaakarhai ( thank you !! ) tagging. anyone that might be interested !!
potential inbox call ???
Halloween Ghost Sandwich Cookies
okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. ( bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )
BOLD WHAT APPLIES
Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions | Obsessive phone checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Over sleeping | Under sleeping ( he doesn’t need to sleep ) | Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast ( he doesn’t need to eat ) | Junk food | Self criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama whore | Secret teller | Skipping class work | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the carton | Yelling | Too much internet | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Buzzfeed | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Shoplifting (for necessity) | Scamming | Speeding | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Free loading | Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary Aggression | Talking during movies | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Over critical | Messy | Hateful | Overly Prideful
tagged by: @spidersiren ( thank you for this !! )
tagging: anyone that might be interested !!
i really love oversized clothing that distorts your silhouette. I love being formless
“A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But, in my experience, most times they’re just what we want to see. Most times, a ghost is a wish.”
― The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan
“There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land. A time and date. The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. But there are others. Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. Those, they never go away.”
― Crimson Peak (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro
“There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
“What is a ghost, after all, but a repressed memory, the past demanding to be heard in the present?”
― Alfred Mac Adam, Introduction of Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey
“If that staid old house near the Green at Richmond should ever come to be haunted when I am dead, it will be haunted, surely, by my ghost. O the many, many nights and days through which the unquiet spirit within me haunted that house when Estella lived there! Let my body be where it would, my spirit was always wandering, wandering, wandering, about that house.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
“May you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you — haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream”
― Euripides, Herakles
“In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
“In real life it’s the living who haunt you.”
— Franz Wright, from section 1 of “Observations,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
“Perhaps I haunted her as she haunted me”
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
“They were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. What can’t be.”
― Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty
“And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who is still alive.”
― I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
“You’ll always be my favourite ghost”
― Big God, Florence + the Machine
“I’m begging you to keep on hunting me”
― Haunting, Halsey
“I’ll come back to haunt you”
― Haunt, Bastille
❝ don't ask questions, you don't wanna know, ❞ warns @phantomforce .
horror surrounds a hero. a villain. a person. there is sometimes no escape ----------- lorelai, getting bit. lorelai, losing her best friend. in a way, losing her family. she has asked enough questions, has gotten enough answers.
but man is it hard being so nosey all of the time.
❝ i see what you're trying, ❞ she starts, walking just a touch faster to shift in front of ronan and walk backwards to face him. ❝ but that actually makes me want to know more. what's going on ? is it that bad ? ❞
for him, horror has always been a familiarity — through death, ronan has become it. him, the living undead, the ill - abiding omen, the finality that came when the last breath was drawn. him, heroic, inhuman / arisen anew as a bridge between the living & the deceased, a blurred line between a vessel & a corpse. so unlike the rest, he knows, but tragedy bonds them all the same. loss & spider-man are synonymous, the proof of that existing in the heartbreak that has made them who they are. they’re all split open in some way — but, that never meant that he was interested in showing the wound, no matter how hard they tried to pry his arms away. she’s all questions & curiosity / poking & poking to find something solid when he keeps himself intangible — preferably unknown & far away from the rest. he should’ve known better than to acknowledge her with a response / the clumsy misstep of prey before it fell into the jaws of a waiting predator. a fool that had no intention of making the same mistake twice. she walks in front, & he floats right behind her, not a single word said as he easily kept his pace — silent & ethereal as always, fully masked, & giving nothing away as a phantom limb sprouts from the floor to lay directly behind her heels. ❝ — almost as bad as tripping over your own feet. ❞ right past her he goes. pauses. turns back to look at her for a warning that’s comedically too late. ❝ oh. watch your step, by the way. ❞ the limb waves.
42 Halloween Desserts (Delish)
on death with 1. lilies abounded, @petfurniture, twitter; 2. frances molina, “o’death”
Garden of Death, Hugo Simberg
if you were a deity, what would you be the god of ?
winter & death / you’re known for your self-discipline and rigidity. although you may be perceived as cold and intimidating by those who don’t directly worship you, you’re actually quite fair and polite. your followers pray to you for a safe winter and peaceful death.
tagged by: no one !! tagging: anyone who might be interested !!
peak voiceclaim for ronan: lakeith stanfield.
“Will you love me even more when I’m dead?” :^)
❝ don’t — ❞ his voice is low, as frigid as the night, & just as unforgiving / apathy cracks, frustration bleeds through. what’s left of his patience, his tolerance, is slipping through his fingers like sand through an hourglass, & no matter his grip, he can feel it all falling away from him. he should be used to it by now, unwillingly, he knows — her unwanted flirtations, her wicked grins, her inescapable presence. everything he had never asked for, but had been given regardless, because she didn’t know how to leave well enough alone. ❝ — treat death like another one of your stupid jokes. ❞ he’s done what he can to bear it ; he doesn’t have a choice no matter how many times he’s pushed her away. she’s stupidly stubborn to a fault, & on some days — he could make himself weak enough to have the stomach for it. let his guard down, let himself pretend that she wasn’t another loss waiting to happen, & he wouldn’t there to witness it. but, on others, there were little moments of lucidity, moments where she’d recklessly RUN her mouth, & force ronan to remember why he had separated himself from the rest of humanity. so many lives, so much time that would be lost in the blink of an eye / him, always unchanging, immortality’s victim, a harbinger of the end for those that fate didn’t have the mercy to spare. corpse after corpse, memory after haunting memory. leaving him more wound than scar, blood - stained, & a knife embedded in up to the hilt — why should he give anyone else the power to TWIST it ? what made her think that she was an exception, that her obstinance would be enough to reward her with his generosity ? ❝ if you’re that desperate to mean something, then make that meaning while you’re still ALIVE — with someone that’s actually interested in caring about you. ❞ sharp, cruel. said with his back turned, & teeth gritted hard enough to nearly paint his tongue scarlet. he should be kinder, he knows that. more gentle. but, he can’t even try when he feels his nerves being flayed RAW — why ? WHY ? why couldn’t she just leave him alone ? ❝ stop looking for it in the wrong place. you’re wasting what little time you actually have left. ❞
RICHARD SIKEN : CRUSH STARTERS (PART II)
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from Crush, a volume of poetry and prose by Richard Siken.
“Do you love yourself?”
“I don’t have to answer that.”
“I couldn’t find my cigarettes.”
“There’s nowhere to go. There’s nowhere to go.”
“You had a bottle of pills, but I wouldn’t let you swallow them.”
“Will you love me even more when I’m dead?”
“You didn’t show up. I kept waiting.”
“I had a Coke at the bar.”
“You’re still on fire.”
“I don’t really blame you for being dead, but you can’t have your sweater back.”
“Please keep him safe.”
“I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore.”
“You want to die for love. You always have.”
“You saved my life. I owe you everything.”
“I took the bullet for all the wrong reasons. I’d just as soon kill you myself.”
“Let’s not talk about it. Let’s just not talk.”
“You say ‘I’ll give you anything’. But you never come through.”
“If you love me, [name], you don’t love me in a way I understand.”
“Stay in the room for now. Stay in the room for now.”
“This is the place where everything starts to begin.”
“It’s love, or it isn’t.”
“I’ve been in your body, baby, and it was paradise. I’ve been in your body, and it was a carnival ride.”
“Do not choose sides yet. It is still to your advantage to remain impartial.”
“Take off those wet clothes and come over here by the fire.”
“The radio is playing your favorite song.”
“Who do you love, [name]? Who do you love?”
“We love you. We really do.”
“Where did you get those bruises?”
“It’s yours. You deserve it.”
“I will come back from the dead for you.”
“He won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.”
“Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?”
“I wanted to hurt you, but the victory is that I could not stomach it.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”
The Specter of Death, 1907 - pastel on paper. — Kazimierz Stabrowski (Polish, 1869-1929)
Clarice Lispector, from “Raging Against the Typewriter”, Selected Cronicas (tr. Giovanni Pontiero)
