man there's something so painfully unique about the relationship with someone in your same system
like. hi. we're strangers. I know everything about you. I've seen you maybe twice in my life. I know every edge of your being viscerally. I've walked in the same skin as you. I love you inherently. I barely know you.
I know you. more than anyone ever could. I'm walking the exact same existence as you. I've lived in your skin.
We've barely been introduced.
Here we are. In this terrible experiment. We're in this together, and fuck if that isn't terrifying.
there's something so painfully unique about the relationship with someone in your same system.
hello !! if it's ok, can i ask what your 'caspers' and 'poltergeists' tags mean? some posts have both of them tagged sometimes and i'm curious abt that
[*as of jul 2 2024, the poltergeists tag has been changed to "wraiths"]
YOU FOUND THE SAM TAGS YOU WIN THE GRAND PRIZE
"caspers" is my 616/canon/normal sam tag but "poltergeists" is my tag specifically about my earth 65 au sam which i have written about extensively here (and am ALWAYS willing to discuss more), so the reason a lot of posts have both tags is because at their core they are. The same person ❤️. Throughout both tags there is a strong motif of ghosts, in reference to the name Ghost Brother and also because i think its an INCREDIBLY powerful metaphor when it comes to Sam.
When it comes to character tags especially, these poetry/aesthetic tags are a way for me to sort of express how i think about something. So, for caspers, what i look for in poetry/text is themes of isolation, abandonment and being forgotten, loneliness, being seen— or in a negative context, being watched. But also being protective of your friends and family, determination and striking out on your own, inventiveness, and a lot more complicated concepts i dont feel like i can list right now. Visually, i look for glass and clear plastic and other translucent things, metal working, electricity, obscured faces and silhouettes, high contrast pieces, things that look like theyre made of scraps, and other things that just give me the Vibe, i can't always explain everything one to one.
Now when it comes to poltergeists, it's a little different. The ghost motif takes the form mostly of haunted houses. e65!Sam is a version of sam who has basically lost all hope, and even though all his family are alive, Matt and Gwen are really the only ones he has. He's just jaded to the absolute max, its like that crushing feeling you get when you look at politics sometimes and that's the dominant emotion in his life. Common motifs in poetry and images are fire, leaving before they can leave you, hostile architecture, immense violence, art that makes you feel very. , wounds, the color red, survival at any cost, teeth and dogs.
You have no idea how long ive been waiting for someone to ask abt a character tag man you have NO idea. Its been kinda hard to fill the character tags recently though, because i feel like I've sort of run out of posts that aren't horribly cliche or just reposts of poetry that're already in the tag. I think this is kinda a problem with all the tags rlly but i find some eventually no matter what
❝ — 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 ! ❞ bailey couldn’t really afford to let the only other survivor she’d found walk away. she wasn’t just desperate for the company , but also some answers. this man seemed to know what he was talking about , even if she only remained with him briefly , it might help her understand. ❝ do you — do you know what’s going on around here ? ❞ she asks tentatively , ❝ i’ve been traveling for days and you’re the first person i’ve seen. ❞
SUBJECT LINE : ‘ i’ve decided you’re the only one i can trust . ’ ( ACCEPTING. )
FROM : @caspers
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 ; 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎. and whether it was on the outside or within was unclear but he could see it regardless. doubt comes into his mind easily, and he casts it off with a careful eye, “ things can’t be that bad. ”
i’m gonna give you some terrible thrills. / @caspers, meme.
SPACE NULL BETWEEN, bodies flush ––– near chest to chest, breathless as mouths part, the moon hanging high in the sky above ( ILLUMINATING THE SHROUDED HALLWAY THEY FIND THEMSELVES IN ). spine finds home in the wallpaper, pressed against the creaking bearings of the castle’s halls. casper’s voice is warm in his ear, sweet in its low whisper as lipstick is smudged & wet with shine. I’M GONNA GIVE YOU SOME TERRIBLE THRILLS. arms have wrapped around the shoulders that pinned the doctor so, & with anticipation rolling through hips, crown lolls back into the wall with the softest thud, the deep rumble of faint laughter emanating from somewhere within frame [ EVERYWHERE & NOWHERE ALL AT ONCE ]. but attention never leaves the object of his current affections, possession in the grip of his gaze & tenderness in the curl of palm at the nape of casper’s neck, & he’s soon leaning in once again. A VICIOUS CYCLE: one that frank cannot help himself from, addicted to the terrible thrills & the tantalizing pain within their underbelly ––– casper always so eager & willing to indulge. closer, closer. ❛❛ . . . promise? ❜❜ the flicker of tongue against the tip of his nose, the ghost of saccharine kiss / the parting of a coy dare, amusement vague in all of his cloying ministrations.
