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[desomnio]

"Perhaps all is lost..." @ RAONNN

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ; @altarbled ──  .✦ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. infernal intervention

【☾𖤓】 ⸻ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐍  𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓  𝐀𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃.  the  'silver  linings'  seemed  to  grow  smaller  and  more  insignificant  while  the  consequences  rose  tremendously.  raon  found  he  had  more  bad  days  than  good  [...]  too  many  mornings  waking  up  miles  from  home  with  no  recollection  of  how  he  had  gotten  there.  to  endure  meant  to  make  peace  with  the  hours  lost  ;  that  his  battle  may  have  been  a  losing  one,  but  he'd  rather  go  down  fighting  than  accept  it  it  for  what  it  was.

his  brows  furrowed  before  he  could  school  his  expression,  perturbed  to  see  the  other  ready  to  throw  in  the  towel  when  it  was,  in  his  opinion,  much  too  soon.  in  truth,  the  actor  had  been  shooting  down  her  ideas  for  the  better  part  of  half  an  hour.  a  'simple'  (  as  if  they  were  ever  so  predictable  )  possession  brought  them  together  again  although  for  once  it  wasn't  his  own.  the  beast  within  had  damned  another,  inviting  something  evil  into  their  home  under  the  false  guise  of  salvation.  he  felt  responsible  for  it  but  being  neither  hunter  not  exorcist,  contending  with  possession  —  for  once  not  his  own  —  required  him  to  seek  out  actual  assistance.

unfortunately,  it  seemed  his  ideas  of  how  to  handle  the  situation  and  the  hunter's  differed  greatly.  of  course  it  didn't  help  that  his  own  words  couldn't  always  be  /trusted/  no  matter  how  much  he  swore  he  was  in  control  of  his  facilities.  he  was  sure  that  had  at  least  partial  blame  to  their  inability  to  see  eye  to  eye.  ❝they  aren't  too  far  gone!  there's  ..  there's  exorcism  rites  and  such,  right?  no  one  has  to  die  yet!  it's  ..  it's  only  been  a  few  days,  surely  they  can  still  be  separated.❞  despite  his  pleading,  he  had  seen  himself  the  depths  of  the  corruption.  while  raon  still  had  his  clarity  [...]  the  man  he  was  trying  to  save  was  no  longer  recognizable.

perhaps  that  was  why  he  was  so  desperate  —  part  of  himself  recognized  that  could  be  him  one  day.  /  in  truth,  it  frankly  already  was.  /   he  fell  quiet  after  a  few  moments,  shutting  his  eyes  and  taking  a  deep  breath  to  calm  his  nerves.  shutting  the  book  he  had  been  reviewing  for  research  between  himself  and  marceline,  he  turned  back  towards  his  companion  with  a  frown  and  a  crease  between  his  brows  much  deeper  than  when  he  first  started  to  speak.  ❝the  only  thing  i  can  control  right  now  is  trying  to  fix  whatever  catastrophes  /HE/  causes  [...]  if  there  is  some  way  we  all  can  come  out  of  this  alive,  then  we  have  to  try  it.  if  that  doesn't  work,  then  […]  we'll  do  things  your  way  —  i  won't  fuss  or  complain,  i  promise.❞

[desomnio]

"He's not dead. He should be, but he's not." - to hyojin

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ; @kumihod ( 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋  &  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒,  𝐕𝐎𝐋.  𝟏𝟔 ) ──  .✦ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. guided by the stars

【☾𖤓】⸻𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃  𝐅𝐀𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐌.  the  denial  of  his  senses  came  at  the  price  of  UNINTENTIONALLY  teaching  himself  to  distrust  them.  had  he  been  a  more  honest  man,  his  hand  wouldn't  have  been  revealed  so  easily.  his  gaze  remained  locked  on  the  grotesque  figure  on  the  ground,  forfeiting  any  opportunity  to  claim  he  didn't  see  anything.  limbs  contorted  unnaturally,  the  'man'  (  if  one  could  call  him  such  any  longer  )  looked  to  be  a  horrific  rendition  of  a  human,  limbs  sickly  thin  and  elongated.  the  ripped  clothing  hanging  off  the  body  identified  them  as  some  sort  of  office  employee,  a  tag  hanging  off  a  threadbare  blazer  showcasing  an  employee  image  that  looked  nothing  like  what  twitched  in  front  of  them.

this  was  the  legacy  he  inherited:  his  mother's  gift  allowing  him  to  see  what  others  were  blind  to  ;  for  them,  that  lack  was  a  mercy  from  the  heavens  in  his  own  opinion.  no  matter  how  many  times  it  happened,  hyojin  wondered  if  he  would  ever  get  used  to  seeing  humanity  warped  into  something  twisted  right  before  his  eyes.  he  hadn't  been  looking  for  trouble  this  time.  the  sound  of  shattering  glass  led  him  to  investigate  what  he  thought  was  a  simple  robbery.  a  smarter  person  might  have  kept  walking,  phoning  the  police  rather  than  risking  their  lives  by  meddling  in  an  in-progress  crime.  for  his  brilliance  in  a  board  room,  hyojin  wore  naivety  on  his  sleeve  outside  of  it.

breathing  was  difficult  when  the  air  caught  in  his  throat,  too  thick  to  make  its  way  down  to  his  is  lungs  when  his  entire  being  stood  terrified  that  just  a  flinch  could  warrant  provocation.  some  sense  bled  through  the  terror,  a  realization  dawning  on  him  that  had  him  whipping  his  head  around  to  face  a-yeong  despite  his  earlier  reservations  at  risking  moving  even  a  mere  centimeter.  ❝A-YEONG?  why  are  you   here  —  wait,  you  can  see  them  too?❞  the  question  was  spoken  barely  above  a  whisper.  confusion  etched  its  way  onto  his  features  as  hyojin's  brows  furrowed.  while  it  had  not  been  long  since  he'd  found  himself  given  the  ability  to  see  spirits  and  demons,  the  knowledge  that  it  was  an  uncommon  ability  was  something  he  had  to  come  to  terms  with  quickly.  simply  put:  he  couldn't  tell  others,  not  without  risking  his  coworkers  and  friends  both  rewarding  his  honesty  with  a  wide  berth  and  social  isolation.

rather  than  feeling  any  kind  of  comfort  at  knowing  he  wasn't  forced  to  witness  the  madness  alone,  it  made  him  wonder  /  WHY  /  a-yeong  could  see  them  too.  realizing  he  had  looked  away  far  too  long,  he  reluctantly  turned  back  towards  the  elephant  in  the  room.  fortunately  their  'guest'  hadn't  moved,  continuing  to  twitch  and  almost  vibrate  in  place.  the  silence  of  the  room  and  the  absurdity  of  the  situation  forced  him  to  replay  the  other's  statement  in  his  mind  a  second  time,  words  once  glossed  over  now  properly  dissected.  while  he  didn't  turn  and  face  the  other  a  second  time,  he  regarded  them  verbally  all  the  same.  ❝i'm  going  to  need  a  little  more  of  an  explanation  here .❞  he  began,  weighing  his  response.  ❝what  do  you  mean  he  /SHOULD/  be  dead!?❞

all  the  while,  as  if  affronted  for  being  neglected  in  conversation  the  man's  spindly  fingers  dug  themselves  into  the  ground,  piercing  the  wood  underfoot.  the  scratching  sound  echoed  in  the  small  space.  if  the  goal  was  for  the  figure  to  announce  its  presence  once  again,  it  was  successful  (  not  that  it  was  so  easy  to  ignore  in  the  first  place  ).   hyojin  reached  into  his  bag  in  hopes  he  might  have  something  on  his  person;  if  not  a   talisman,  then  at  least  some  salt.  as  minor  a  solution  as  it  was,  even  if  it  proved  useless  he  at  least  would  have  felt  better.  to  his  frustration,  all  he  produced  was  a tiny  salt  packet  from  the  burger  place  he'd  stopped  at  earlier  that wouldn't  do  much  of  anything  and  a  near  empty  lighter.  ❝shit.❞

[mold-wizard]

Yeah, so I've got enough host bodies now I've decided to bury some of them in the area around my wizard tower so they can erupt dramatically from the ground when intruders pass by.

[skittlediddl]

Speaking of which, I think some folks have talked about this before

But i have actually experienced it before too

Since i believe my Alterhumanity is caused by me being somewhat possessed

Whenever another soul "takes over" or just any soul being 'aware' in any way, i have noticed physical changes:

Face shape being either softer or harsher

eyes being bigger or smaller

movement changes

And sometimes similar to my nonhuman shifts, phantom shifts (ears, tail)

[science--husbands]

Selfshiptober - Day 22 Possession, Julian Albert (Drabble below the cut)

Something was wrong.

Vivi had known that already. Julian had been gone for days now. He had gone over every possibility in his mind, every logical explanation, every mundane reason for the sudden absence but something in his chest wouldn't settle. Something was wrong. It hung in the air over him even as he tidied a few things in preparation for closing the library for the night. His hands clutched tight to the strap of his satchel, almost wanting to just sit here all night to wait for something. Some sign of him. Anything.

That was when it happened.

The soft ringing of the bell that had been recently put above the front door. A bit of a paranoid precaution on his part due to the increase of danger within the city lately. He froze, body tensing ever slightly. But when he turned...it was Julian.

"Julian?" He said his name almost hesitant, under his breath. He doesn't hesitate as much to walk forward, his arms lifting slightly as if he wanted to reach out for him, yet he didn't. Something wasn't right. The ache in his chest suggested this. The way Julian stood, too rigid, rain soaking his clothes as if he had for once forgotten an umbrella. The ever prepared Julian Albert forgetting such a thing was not usual. And his eyes...something about them was different. Drained, dark. "Is...Is something wrong?" Vivi finally spoke, having stopped a few paces from him, "What happened?" He added, a deep frown settling onto his face.

Julian's lips were drawn tightly, the rest of his face oddly lax. Like looking at someone who was relaxed on a bodily level but who was tense all the same. It was a bit disorienting, almost uneasy to see. His face relaxed as if he was asleep but his facial features tense and sharp more than Vivi had seen them be before. "Everything." Julian's voice was his same dry accented voice, yet somehow dull. "Everything is wrong, Vivi." He said, as if it were obvious and simple fact.

"Julian-" Vivi reached out a bit cautiously but Julian sidestepped it without so much as glancing towards him, "I should have never come to this ridiculous little place. I thought it could bring me solace but it did nothing but cause more problems." Julian said simply, dull eyes looking at the nearest selves, though his gaze seemed almost distant someone. Vivi's features tensed at that, his brows furrowing in confusion, "You...You didn't have to come here if it caused problems."

Julian seemed to pause, a hand reaching forward to run a finger over the spine of a book, though he looked disinterested, not truly focused on it. Or anything. "I came here because of you...though me continuing such is hardly good for either of us. I am far better on my own. I do not need someone weighing me down." It was spoken casually, matter of factly, without weight.

Vivi swallowed hard, his jaw clenching slightly. Something was wrong. This wasn't him. Though he didn't know what it was either. Could there possibly be a meta capable of shapeshifting? Like those horror films he saw once or twice on accident. Beings that take on the form and voice of loved ones to lure and hurt them. His hand reached behind the desk, slowly grabbing his cane. "I..." He paused, trying not to look too closely at the almost lifeless eyes he saw peering over at him, "I don't know who or what you are but you need to leave him alone." He tried to sound brave in some way, though his voice quivered. He wasn't brave, nor was he strong but he couldn't just let whatever person or creature do this. Not with Julian. Julian, of all people, he felt protective of even if he wasn't entirely sure why yet. "Stop doing this. I don't know why you are, but you can't."

Julian turned his head towards him, a small huff of a grim sort of laugh leaving his throat, as if amused by Vivi's words somehow. "You know nothing of what you are talking about. Nor who you are talking to." He said with an eerie sort of smoothness, "If you stick to close to me, you are almost guaranteed to die." Vivi's heart was hammering in his chest, the familiar bile of panic rising in his throat, a sting all too familiar by now. "I'm not going anywhere. I....I'll just have to die."

[matoitech]

i gotta draw angel's hellhound form still.. when i made her in junior high the lore was that her family had made a pact with demons and they were all born tied to a demon and able to pull access to the demons powers whenever they wanted (they were also all assocated with a color and their eyes glowed their demons color when they were using it or 'possessed' etc, middle school stuff) but i never rly had a lot of ideas for how that worked and since angel's last name is asphodel i thought it would b more fun to me to just make her a hellhound with like a super sayan transformation or something lol

[matoitech]

i like that the fnaf universe has both sentient robots and robots that r sentient in a ‘possessed by dead people’ way. the multiple varieties and stages of five nighrs at freddies animatronic sentience

[aeonsofstars]

thinking abt Coraline being possessed by the Beldam, and wanting to use that for angst in my new Coraline fanfiction

But question is do I tear apart Beth x Alice (the most stable happy lesbian moms in all my fanfics) or do I leave them alone

@theseustheking?