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lailoken · 6 months

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Hello Lailoken! how can someone who's 'new to all this' tell if the entities they’re contacting in visions, dreams or any other 'otherworldly journey' are, indeed, fae to be trusted, or if it's just 'tricksters' and they’re being intentionally misled, or meant for harm? Are there any signs? what's your experience with discerning spirits' intentions? (divination aside, I feel any divination done by myself to try to unravel this would be 'tainted' or come untrue, but do correct me if I'm wrong! I also don’t want to depend on other people’s skills on divination to be able to do this safely...)

This is honestly a rather dense subject, but I will do my best to respond to some points you brought up here.

Firstly, here are some tips to keep in mind when attempting this kind of work:

— Learn to identify when and how you are experiencing legitimate numinous communications to begin with. Once you feel confident that you're dealing with real contact, then you can begin to work on parsing out what feels hinky and what feels trustworthy. Working on meditation, dream recall, divination, and other such techniques can do a lot to help you strengthen these skills.

— Use/develop wards that can be put in place when attempting to interact with spirits. Someone could write a whole monograph just on warding techniques, but suffice it to say that you're going to want to be proficient in warding before attempting to work with most spirits. At the least, I think it's important to have wards in place against physical harm, psychological contamination, and deception, as these are the main things one generally has to worry about if interacting with a dangerous spirit. Learning to employ these wards when divining is also an important part of how you learn to trust more in divination for looking into this sort of matter.

— Keep close track of your interactions and suspected interactions with spirits. Doing this helps to give a more "fleshed out" sense of the Wight in question, by allowing you to look over the record of their behavior. This also helps with identifying any possible lies or inconsistencies put forward by the spirit.

— Set clear boundaries with any spirits, and be wary of wights who disregard or consistently push those boundaries. Sometimes, spirits can help push us to grow and evolve, even if it's not always comfortable. But just like mundane relationships, numinous relationships that demonstrate a consistent pattern of forceful and/or manipulative behavior are troubling.

There are also certain red flags I think are worth watching out for when attenpting to work with spirits:

— Have caution if a spirit always seems to say exactly what you want to hear. Having a good relationship with your Spirit Kith is a wonderful thing, but I tend to be untrusting of a spirit who consistently reflects back exactly what I'm hoping to see—particularly if said spirit is always clamoring for my attentions.

— Beware of consistently confusing or contradictory communications. Spirits can be coy or even downright confusing, but that isn't a red flag in and of itself. After all, numinous wights experience the world very differently from us, and their attempts to communicate can become "jumbled" when passing through the lens of our conscious understanding. Whats more, they sometimes speak in riddles for their own reasons. But if a spirit tells outright lies, or if they seem to pull you every which way based on cold whims, that's something worth being concerned over.

— Be on guard if a spirit starts out by acting very gentle and affable with you, but becomes progressively controlling and aggressive over time. Abusive humans have a tendency to show their true colors gradually as a way to draw in and then trap potential victims, and this same tactic is often seen with spirits as well.

— Suspicion is in order if you tend to become fatigued, dizzy, and/or confused when/after interacting with a spirit. To be fair, these experiences can be a normal part of spirit work, in general, for many people—especially if you're new to it. But if it's pervasive or extreme, or if you start to also experience pain, then it's usually worth being wary. The same goes for other troubling physical symptomology, but these are the most common symptoms I've come across.

— Something isn't right if bad things frequently happen in relation to the spirit. If you've been having terrible nightmares ever since the spirit came into your life, that's concerning. If you or your loved ones always seem to become sick or injured when you do something to displease the spirit, then that's worrisome. If you've been experiencing continual hardships or traumas since the arrival of a spirit, that's alarming. Especially when these things somehow funnel back into you giving the spirit more attention and energy (asking them for solace and protection, for instance.)

#anonymous #ask #spirits #spirit work #wards

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 months

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plsplspls can i get a click x gn!reader where they like petting him and praising him? i always give him so much praise and head pats because he deserves it :3

Click // Your Hands

Note// If hand holding with a ghost can be a real thing, i would be so happy.... <//3 (if not, I'll make it possible in this request/ih)

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Click is not often seen as the physically affectionate type and was pretty reclusive when it comes to interacting with many people, but other than that, that doesn't mean he hates people.

He just either has nothing to say or cherishes his lonely corner better through the echoing sounds of explosives that are ringing in his head--- (it got a bit dark for a second there NDNDNDN;; 😭)

You did catch him off guard many times before. Having you close to him brought him different feelings, except that they are not unpleasant.

There was this moment when he managed to get a footage of the monsters from up close on behalf of the crew. You guys were exploring the area much safely with Click being able to go through farther distances without the risk of getting hurt(as he is more experienced with dangerous, unpredictable obstacles).

You first gave him a headpat after that, along with a sweet praise for his unfaltered bravery. Saying how he is carrying the team so well, thanking him for agreeing to join the exploration despite the burdens. It sounded so genuine.

The moment you raised your hand to headpat him-- he instinctively caught your hand.

He didn't know why, but he felt he was going to die again from hearing your words. The sight of how his fingers start twitching is pretty rare to see from his usually stable hands that grip firmly onto the handles of his camera.

His mouth is no more than a straight firm line, staring silently at you as he struggles to find the right words while in this situation.

"Ah... sorry." He says, a bit unsure himself why he stopped you when your actions aren't meant to be as harmful.

He almost forgot he is no longer alive for a moment.

At the end of every single day, he would often find himself receiving something from you despite what happened in that incident. Either a light gesture of affection or praise as if trying to boost him before going through another tomorrow as a floating, transparent entity...

He slowly gets quite used to your advances and begins to feel less jumpy from your touches and thank you more openly from the suggestions and praises you give him.

Click is silent during these brief moments, not ever questioning nor saying anything once he feels a headpat. Instinctively, Click would lean in closer to your hand whenever you give him headpats. Lightly lowering his head to slowly give you more access to the crown of it.

You never thought the hair of a ghost was like touching a soft cotton that could easily go through your fingers until then.

From the soft invisible hue on his cheeks and the slight soft twitches his thumbs make, it slightly tells that he is quietly enjoying it.

He never thought he would get such strong emotions coming from your words either. A sincere praise toward his portfolio is enough to make him feel appreciated that there is someone who cherishes his work.

It's hard to tell if that really means to him for sure, but the tiny smile on his pale lips with his softer, dull eyes gazing at yours might give it away.

I don't know how to explain why, but Click gives me the silent type of cat behavior - like there is this modesty in him and how reserved he seems around people. I imagine that he can go lowkey cuddly only around his favorite person(you).

He won't admit it verbally... He is not one with very strong opinions either. Yet, he is honestly aware of the fact that he likes to stick with you.

Not only because you're completely alright about that, but you sure seem to like having him around. That's good enough to justify your right to have him glued on you, not him./lh

After all the positivity you manifest on him, you technically just adopted him to have him let you do any silly stuff with him and drag him around like a floating teddy bear. It just seems so cute. fnfbbfbf;;; 😭🥺

All the headpats you have him might also glue on to him too, ngl. It causes him to slowly take it as a small habit of his to do the same to you whenever you finally get things done or you accomplish an achievement yourself.

A pale, calloused fingers brushed over your head carefully as if trying not to press too much weight on it. Like an end of a pillow patting you instead. Sometimes, he does this as a way to comfort you since he is not even very good with words sometimes.

His praises may not express much emotion through his tone. But his calm demeanor helps a bit, as it makes you understand that things will get better eventually and that there is no need to be scared for a future that hasn't happened yet. Only just by sharing a glance with him.

#r1999 click #reverse 1999 click #click x reader #r1999 x reader #r1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader

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verytallfox · 9 months

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Okay, first ever Tumblr post! Not sure if anyone will see this, but this is about the podcast The Sounds of Nightmares, set in the world of Little Nightmares. Specifically I’m looking at Chapter 3.

BIG SHIT

So to those of you who’ve listened or heard what happens, holy fuck right?! There’s some pretty big revelations (stuff theorized for a while certainly but never outright confirmed) in the episode. For one, it knocks the whole “it’s just a dream world” thing out of the park. Noone physically vanished from her world for a moment. I am certain that the Ferryman’s riddle is responsible for that.

Otto’s disgraced mentor published a paper in which he posited the existence of other worlds and other centers of reality. This professor suggests that their own world might be “secondary” in the cosmic hierarchy of existence. This is outright transdimensional or multiverse shit right here and I love it so much! It makes sense to me in that these children who are so alien to this world would end up there, though I also believe that there were regular people there too (and kids), at least formerly.

SMALL SHIT

Additionally, this is one of the first times we’ve heard the monsters of this other place speak, or at the very least coherently. Not just the Ferryman, who is called the Candleman predominantly, but also the shopping mall.

The shopping mall is the third location that we know if that’s suggested to be alive. The Maw is only indicated through reading Word of God stuff from Tarsier and the imagery that it must “feed” or must not perish. With the Signal Tower or Transmission or Flesh Walls or Black Tower, what have you, we see this evidence explicitly.

Back to the abandoned shopping mall, which is what they’ve named it on the wikia for Little Nightmares! It’s not clear if it feeds on anything at all or how. I will also say that I’m a sucker for a tragic beastie, which is the vibes that I’m getting from this being. However, I don’t think it would be good for Noone to have stayed there with it, even if it always treated her well.

The shopping mall appears to be suffering from serious mental health issues and is horribly lonely. It is desperate to have someone else stay with it, and also appears to be aware of the common fate that befalls children outside its walls.

So you know what, I’m gonna choose to believe that while it’s certainly dangerous the mall doesn’t mean children harm. It’s both incredibly lonely and entirely powerless to stop anyone who’d willingly stay with it (or be forced to stay) from being taken.

I’ve wondered if anyone else was somewhat hoping for least one friendly giant to appear in the Nowhere. Alas, this “friendly” giant is miserable, a little unstable, and totally powerless to save the company it desperately craves.

It actually reminds me of Six being trapped and warped within the Tower. There seemed to be no real benefit to that place in keeping her there other than maybe controlling Mono more easily. Maybe the Tower wanted her to stay too. Who knows!

The last thing I wanna cover is (drumroll) THE FERRYMAN! God I love this character. What’s so interesting to me about him is that he doesn’t appear to be running on a single base desire like most of the other adults. That suggests to me that he may never have been human in the first place and that he’s also directly working for the otherworldly entities of the Nowhere.

He’s definitely trying to draw Noone further in and I believe the riddle he told her is part of a ritual or incantation to lure her further in. Either she will continue out of curiosity, a desire to get better (not realizing it’s a trap), or if she resists she won’t a choice once it’s fully taken hold in her. The route I think this is going is that Noone will be pulled over physically for longer and longer, with the world becoming more and more clear, until she can no longer return. Her home reality may now be but a dream that she’s no longer on the same wavelength of to be able to return to.

Anyway, that was a lot of writing lol! Props to anyone who makes it to the end. Please feel to share your own ideas in here and thanks for listening!

#little nightmares #the ferryman little nightmares #the sounds of nightmares #little nightmares 2

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wanderingsorcerer · 11 months

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Protection Against Malignant Spirits

Malignant Spirits are characterized by many names and many forms. We have the agitated souls of the dead, spirit, ghost, poltergeist hauntings. Then we have the Demons and Spiritual Parasites. The ones who for lack of a better term want to cause us harm in the spiritual plane by tainting your life force.

Ignorance Is Bliss

The first step in protecting yourself from these entities is to ignore them, this has been a method that has worked for thousands of years. Spirits not unlike humans, enjoy conversation and love to instigate contact if they believe you may have the sight. So if nothing truly horrid has happened except a few things have gone missing , or the periodic jump scares out of the corner of your eye then attempt to ignore them. Don't look them in the eye, don't speak to them, don't acknowledge their existence. And more often then not they will leave of their own accord because you aren't any fun.

The Cleaner The Better

The Second Step if the first action has proven not to remedy the situation is a basic cleansing of the energy using incense or sanctified water. This will take care of most minor spirits who hold no real attachment to the physical space they inhabit.

WHOSE THAT POKEMON

However if this method does not work it is time to get into identifying the type of spirit.

A Death Loop: these are the traumatic events which lead to a person's demise, usually violent ; strange noises, full conversations from thin air, visions of death , smells and tastes of foods you've never eaten flooding your mouth.

Fragments or Spirits: A Piece of the soul left behind after death, usually rather weak, they don't know that they have died or most of the time they dont have the brain capacity to understand. It's a small part of the person they used to be

Ghosts: these are the full soul of the person on the material plane , their death was so violent or sudden that their soul just; POPPED right out of their body and they usually stay in the same place that they died , can cause minor things like electrical to go haywire, objects disappearing, whispering, death loops, dreams filled with dread, usual haunting stuff annoying for sure but not lethal

To Remove Spirits Of This Calibre You May Do So With A Basic Banishment Spell linked Her (LINKED SPELL CAUSE YE)

Anything BEFORE This Point Can Be Dealt With Alone And Without Professional Help

However Everything AFTER You Need Multiple People, A Team To Begin The Process OF Removing , Doing This Alone Could Lead To Your Untimely “ACCIDENTAL” Demise

Running Is An Option

Poltergeist: these are the types of spirits in which the movies are based off of , these are an amalgamation of several spirits usually violent deaths in an area, sites of massacres as well as sites of great trauma have the ability to create a poltergeist. These types of spirits can and will harm you if given the opportunity. Signs of a Poltergeist Include, Rust showing up in places where humidity is low, objects disappearing after they have been placed down, doors slamming shut, smells and odors like rotting eggs and meats. If left unchecked you will begin to experience possible possession.

“Demons” or Spiritual Parasites: These are the strongest of the malignant spirits outside of the Great 72, they will cause nightmares in which your entire family is killed, they will find your secrets and whisper the most vile things in your ears, they want you scared and they want you weak so that they can overtake your very being, you will begin to see an increase in nosebleeds, bloodshot eyes, an uptake in addiction to substances, a disregard for your own safety and the safety of others, self harm and black outs of time in which you don't act as yourself. They find those who already suffer with mental illness and exacerbate the symptoms until it leads to the death of the individual.

TO RID AN AREA OF THESE TYPES OF MALIGNANT SPIRITS YOU HAVE ONE OF TWO OPTION EXORCISMS AND BINDING THE SPIRIT TO AN OBJECT

The Exorcism while practiced primarily by the Catholic Faith is easy enough to do as a Magickal Practitioner so long as you have a group of 6 or more, I will link the spell here (The Exorcism Spell)

This next bit is a binding spell and is usually how you get things like possessed dolls in the first place but if done properly and disposed of well will make it so that you don't have to deal with the malignant entity for the rest of your days . Again this should only be attempted by a group of 6 or more people.

Binding Spirit to an object Linked Here(Link the BInding Spell at a later date because i can't for the life of me find the grimoire with it )

Thank you for being here with me and having tea with me on the other side of the Great Divide :)

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tinyvesselhearts · 1 year

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What Fear Does to People (Egon x You)

It's Chapter 8 of my series Thing Is but can be read as a standalone.

Rating: Mature (descriptions of violence) Pairing: Egon Spengler x You (no Y/N) Others: "Platonic" bed-sharing, pre-relationship, gentle touching, hurt/comfort, ghosthunting, Lovecraftian monsters, Ray's recovering from a bust and he's not currently at the station

(also: a reference to GB game. If you know, you know)

It’s roughly 2 a.m. when it starts.

Egon wakes up with a shiver. He’s freezing. A gust of wind runs through his clothes and that in itself is enough to put him on guard. Thing is, all the windows are closed, both of you are covered with quilts and there’s no tangible cause for the cold. No rational excuse, unless…

With mounting suspicion, he takes a look around. It’s pitch black and he can barely make out the edges of Ray’s empty cot. Warmth of the linen seems to hit him all at once, stark contrast to what he’s just felt on his skin. Disconcerting. Eerie, maybe— but he’s calm nonetheless. This is how those entities operate. The Collective: all kinds of eldritch horrors. They’re playing hide- and- seek until their victims can’t keep their wits about them anymore and he— as a devoted scientist and a Ghostbuster (yes, the very same)— is here to teach a lesson.

You’re unabashedly curled up against his side. Safe, unbothered, sound asleep. The attacker must be considering you innocuous enough, likely due to your comparative vulnerability, and is focused on Egon. Perfect. He lays his head back but doesn’t close his eyes— he’s vigilant— alert— ready.

The thing about Collective Unconscious is that despite being aware of its modus operandi, human brain is pretty pathetic in comparison. Its innate susceptibility to fear, specifically. During his years of Psychology, Egon would repeatedly hear that fear and love were the strongest of all human instincts, as they made the whole body receptive and focused in an instant. Later he’d find out that’s true about fear. He has no first- hand data on the latter— he supposes due to the troubled relationship with his parents— but Peter and Ray have done enough stupid things out of affection to confirm the thesis. Since Venkman’s incident with the tank a few years back, Egon hasn’t questioned love or its impact on a subject’s decision- making process. Or common sense. Or mating choices, just to be clear.

With that in mind, Egon knows what to expect. Diminished control of his body. Flinches. Unconditioned reflexes. He is determined to distinguish between real, physical stimuli and paranoia- induced ploys. A moment to cool off, analyze and conclude before acting on impulses. That’s the plan. Right. It’s easy in theory.

A distant bang echoes in the garage. It resembles a metal tool— a wrench, maybe?— but the sound is followed by nothing else, so Egon decides it’s nothing but a figment of imagination. Until—

“What was it?”

He leans back. He can’t see your face properly but enough to notice your eyes are open.

“…Oh. You’ve heard it too?”

“It’s not like… Ray got discharged in the middle of the night and sauntered back here, is it?”

There’s another loud bang. Nobody moves but both of you are very much awake.

Egon finally speaks.

“I’ll check it.”

“Uh, okay, okay”, you whisper. “What do I do?”

“Stay here and try to sleep. I’ll handle it.”

“…what?”

“Don’t argue. There’s no time. I’ll take care of whatever that is. I’m a professional, listen to me and I’ll make sure you’re safe. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Yes, but the Ghostbusters are a team. Now you’re on your own. I’m not leaving you! What if—”

“No time”, he mutters, putting the proton pack on. “Stay here. You were so tired you almost passed out on the couch. Do I need to remind you that you put my shirt on backwards?”

“My mom says it’s good fortune!”

“I’m serious”, he states and switches the backpack on. “Eldritch horrors are different than regular spirits. They harm both physically and emotionally. Lack of proper rest weakens the cognitive functions and you may be a real, tangible danger to yourself— and to me. Especially if you’re not familiar with their strategy.”

Egon slides into a pair of slippers. It’s not the perfect job attire but it’ll have to do— he stupidly left his combat boots in the locker downstairs. Maybe when he slides down to the garage, he’ll manage to change.

He takes the final look at you because you’re awfully quiet. Exhausted and hopeless, he guesses. He’d appreciate some backup but the boys aren’t here and you’re in no position to fill the role now. When you ignored his precaution the last time (while fully capable and well- rested), you ended up wounded in his lab. What you’re facing here can do much, much more damage.

Egon briefly considers escorting you out of the premises altogether—just in case— but then, how could he ensure your safety if the spirit decides to leave after you?

His chest is heavy when he speaks.

“If anything suspicious happens in this room, call me immediately. Shout, if you have to.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Alright”, he shoots you a look. “Stay here.”

You nod. It’s weak, devoid of conviction and Egon wants to emphasize how crucial it is for you to stay— but another loud bang comes from the reception area and there’s no time to waste.

Egon turns around and scuttles towards the pole. He slides down. Lands with a loud thump, doubled by the flip- flops and takes a slow, cautious look around.

He’s quick to spot the source of the noise: it’s a loose pipe lying on the floor. It might not be currently moving but it sure as heck was just a moment ago— Ray doesn’t leave spare parts scattered around the floor. He has his secret dirty stash for that.

Egon takes a long, wary look around. Nothing’s moving, except for gentle flow of a dirty cloth drying on the heater. He pulls out the PKE meter and glances at the readings. Whatever this thing is, it’s here. It may be invisible but it’s here. Lurking. Leering. Hidden in the shadow, a predator on the hunt. Any moment now.

He doesn’t even manage to slide the device back into the pocket when a slimy tentacle shoots at him.

It’s massive. Heavy and slick. Whatever creature it belongs to, it must be huge and, uh, incredibly unusual. The dissonance is almost incomprehensible: to see a wet, marine limb which acts very much alive here— in the garage of New York’s finest— in a place devoid of water (well, save for a tap).

Egon screams. He drops the PKE meter and reaches for the charged rod. A proton stream lashes outwards with full power but before it catches the giant limb, it’s already gone— slithered into the shadows, shrouded in shade.

A few things to note right away: one, the ghost is huge. Two, it’s unlike any other they’ve seen before. Three, the sheer amount of mucus suggests a healthy dose of Marsh genes. Four, it’s out of sight and apparently good at staying there. Right. All Egon has to do is pretend to be unsuspecting, so that the ghost—

“Yeah, so I’ve done some thinking and I can’t do this.”

He whips his head around. There you are: in his crumpled shirt still inside- out, peeking through the hole in the ceiling. You’re in the middle of putting on your socks.

He can’t with you. He can’t.

“What did I tell you? Don’t come down here!”

“Oops?”

“No”, he yells. “I told you to STAY! Stay! How many times—”

“Sure, and pretend your screaming flows like a nursery rhyme.”

You clutch the pole with both hands, pull yourself close and slide down. Egon curses under his breath. Shite. Shite. Of course you wouldn’t listen. Psychology classes pop up in his mind again— the most powerful instincts— the things people do for fear…

“I’m here now. Poof. Too late”, you say. “Whatever happens is on me.”

He stifles a groan. It’s a lost cause. The stairs are at the opposite end of the garage. Escorting you there would take way too long and expose you to a stealthy attack and— well, he doesn’t suppose forcing you to climb the pole is on the table.

“Alright”, he decides. “Grab the pack.”

You manage to put it on yourself. He helps you to switch it on. You huff, smile and turn to him.

“Which trap?”

“Regular.”

“On it!”

You dash towards Ecto- 1. Just as Egon suspected: the enormous tentacle emerges from the shadow and aims.

Egon shoots. The proton stream reaches the ghost this time. The current wraps around its shape. The ectoplasmic limb wrestles and yanks but he holds it in place: it’s your turn to capture it before it rips the shackle.

“Now!”

You slide the contraption right under the ghost. Set the pedal. Step. Open. Wait.

Intense glow fills the room. Egon navigates the tentacle downwards but for some inexplicable reason the trap doesn’t seem to swallow its prey. It tries— sucks some ectoplasmic residue, hoovers up some of its slime— but the monster doesn’t get pulled in, as if it was… attached to something?

A roar echoes through the garage and everything happens at once: the trap closes, proton stream breaks and the ghost dissipates again.

You’re the first to whisper.

“…Is it…?”

“No”, Egon exhales. “It’s around here somewhere.”

“So… The trap didn’t work? Why?”

“Apparently it’s not just a ghost. It must be a complex being with some sort of material form. We may need to overpower it in a more… traditional sense.”

“Chain? Wires? Chandelier? Forget- me rod? A random hydraulic pipe of oblivion?”

Your flowery language is both a blessing and a curse. That translates into a perfect bait. Keep talking.

“So you’re opting for brute force?” Egon asks and that’s all it takes.

“Uh, I thought you were suggesting. I’d try another approach. If that guy is a marine cephalopod he may have a hard time adjusting to open air. Maybe dragging it out of the drainage will do the trick, right? Instead of streaming it, we could—"

Your mouth is still open when the giant tentacle shoots in your general direction. You let out a loud shriek and manage to evade— albeit barely— and even though Egon assumed using you as a lure would be the practical choice, he, for once, can’t stand the sight of it.

The proton rod won’t help any. Hitting you is a real threat— and it’s way more dangerous for you than the ghost. He’s about to resort to brute force but the monster steps out of the shadows and Egon can’t believe his eyes.

It’s human.

Oh, that makes things significantly easier.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a tiny bottle and charges.

A hit from behind may be cheap but it works every time. Egon swings the uncharged proton rod right into the creature’s head. It squeals, unwraps the tentacles protruding from its sleeve, then snarls and shakes its head. Egon has a few seconds to take in the entire picture: three gargantuan ectoplasmic limbs (a developing ghostly sickness?) have taken over the poor guy’s left arm. He seems dazed: his eyes are foggy, droll seeps through his teeth and for a split second Egon wonders if there’s any spiritual cancerous disease he’s failed to discover.

The hybrid lifts its arms and aims at you again, full force. Before you have the chance to scream, Egon slides right in front of you, pushes you aside and splashes some of the bottle’s contents on the monster’s face.

It howls and retracts.

“…What is that?!” You manage.

“An old trick. Handy when possessed individuals fail to be cooperative.”

Egon spots the dirty cloth still hanging on the heater. It should be dry enough. Easy to soak. Perfect.

He dashes for it, grabs it and presses it against the bottle, pouring a decent amount of the liquid on it. Heavy drops of the potent solution spill around. Tiny wet lines trickle down his gloves. He takes a deep breath, holds it and looks at the monster. It snarls. Then charges.

Egon isn’t a great fighter but he dodges just fine. He slides under the tentacles, turns around and hops on the hybrid’s back. It screeches— then stops— wet, throaty sounds stifled by the rug in Egon’s hand. He clutches the monster’s throat, squeezes it with an elbow and turns to you.

“A common tranquilizer. Learnt it during my coroner years”, he grunts, pressing the pad into its face. “You might want to find something to tie him with.”

You’re awfully quiet, staring at him blankly— but you nod. There’s a spare, long chain in Ray’s stash (nobody knows what he uses it for) so you take it and approach the scuffle with apprehension. The hybrid’s movements slow down but it’s still trying to break out of Egon’s unrelenting clutch.

“Thank you”, he says, composed as ever. “You’re doing great.”

It takes a few more seconds. The monster’s muscles eventually give in and it slides down on the floor. Its arms loosen. Eyes close. Its head hits the garage floor.

For a long moment nobody moves.

“Yo”, you whisper. Egon looks at you, then at the limp body beneath him and takes a step back.

“Sedated. Perfect.”

“What now?”

“Let’s tie it up.”

Egon reaches for the chain you’re holding. He wraps the creatures torso (making it extra tight and unnecessarily confusing around the arms— safety first) and you take care of its legs. The constraint turns out pretty solid and, most importantly, impossible to slip through by the tentacles. Once you make sure it’s sealed, each of you grabs a loose end of the chain and proceed to drag the dead weight across the floor.

It’s not exactly Buckingham Palace level of service anyway— not like you owe anybody standards— but when the monster’s back slams against a concrete pillar, you flinch.

“Oh no!— Oh dear, it hurt him—”

“It’s just tried to kill you. You do understand that, right?”

“Sort of”, you groan. “I really wanted it to warm up to us. We’ve sort of killed our chances at cooperation.”

“Don’t worry. It isn’t capable of drawing conclusions in this state.”

Egon pulls the chain and ties the creature around the pillar in an ungallant knot. It’s not his proudest work but a staple of initiative nonetheless. Links are sealed. Hostage is secured. It’s all under control.

He’s still focused on triple- checking the locks when you speak.

“Egon, why did you…?” You rub your hands together. “You… It was dangerous. Reckless. You don’t do reckless, Egon Spengler. Overcomplicated, yes, way too optimized, yes. But this, whatever you were thinking, was almost careless! You… You could’ve—”

He looks upwards. You seem anxious but you’re alive and well. He doesn’t understand.

“I could’ve what?”

“Well, I mean, you stuck your neck out for me. It could’ve been bad”, you gulp. ‘You could’ve been hurt.”

“I wasn’t though, was I?”

Egon’s at a loss. He watches you closely. You’re both okay and that’s all that matters. It’s not the first time he’s done something stupid out of fear— ah, fear, the bypass of rational thought— the Psychology classes again…

You stay silent for a moment, then sigh.

“I’ll call Peter.”

“Yes. No. Wait.” He frowns, takes off his gloves and approaches you. “Check- up first.”

“…This again? Seriously?!” You huff. “It’s, like, the third time this week! If something happened, I’d tell you immediately. I’m fine, Egon! I’m fine, you should be focused on yourself, you’re the one who went berserk for some reason I can’t wrap my head around—"

No bruises, no scratches. He touches your face, looks you in the eyes.

“It’s a precaution. I’ll make it quick. Tell me if anything hurts.”

His fingers skim over your features— cheeks, nose, forehead, temples. Your voice catches. Breath gets shuddered, eyes go frantic and cheeks are still awfully warm but it’s a natural response. Egon’s expected that much. His thumb runs across your lip, even though it looks untouched and there’s no justifiable reason to examine it closely. He just… can’t resist. Nor does he want to, really. There’s still room for excuses which get half- woven in his head but their seams are loose and each sentence falls apart before it leaves his mouth.

Egon knows he lingers too long. Needs to pull back. He doesn’t understand why his body won’t listen.

The tip of his thumb rests at the corner of your lips, then moves on to another gentle caress. Then again. And again, until you sigh. Warm breath tickles his skin. He tries it once more to check if you allow him— and you do— more than that— you melt into the touch, heat radiating from your skin, breathing deep— receptive, indulgent, responsive.

This is… inebriating.

“…You seem okay”, he concludes. “No injuries?”

“No. You?”

“None”, he says, letting his hands hang loose again. “I’ll run a few tests. Call Venkman, tell him we’ve got a subject. He should come immediately.”

“Okay. But tell me what’s going on.”

“…We’ve just caught an anomaly. As I said.”

“Not that. I see you. I notice things”, you say cautiously but he makes sure his face is as blank as ever. “You’re usually so collected. What happened?”

Egon doesn’t think it needs explanation. It’s obvious. Should be, at least. He frowns and says:

“I don’t want my friends to get hurt.”

“…After Ray?”

He nods.

A pair of soft hands brush against his jaw and in a moment— before he’s able to fully process what’s happening— his face dips down, guided by the delicate touch and you gently place your lips near his chin.

It’s a simple gesture. Gentle touch. A shadow of a kiss, lighter than Dana’s, nothing more than a brush of hot skin but— Lord, help him— he shivers— it’s so much more— it’s everything— it’s overwhelming.

“Ray is fine”, you whisper, looking at him again. “You’ll see him tomorrow, remember? It’s almost over.”

“…Again, please.”

“You’ll see him tomorrow...”

“No. Not this, the…”

It takes you a second but you get it and breathe out a laugh. Brush his jaw again, then wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

Oh. Oh.

His arms tentatively reach for your back and once they’re there— recognize the texture of his shirt (outlining your shape in a way he declines to register)— and he lets down his guard a bit. Tightens his grasp. Sinks into the moment. He lets his hands really feel you for the first time since the both of you’ve started accepting proximity and it frightens him beyond belief— it’s soft, welcoming, disarming and pure— so his eyes close, stiff muscles let go— anxiety abates— he’s out of breath— but all you do is hold him close, no doubt, no shame. You’re as open and affectionate as ever, a salve for his mind, a missing link. You fit right here. He’s never known a feeling like this, not even with his family.

That’s something new: his fear for your life instigates a soothing response. Highly unusual. He’ll have to write it down for future reference.

“Could we include this into the list of things we do? Under… particular circumstances, of course?”

“Sure. Whenever you need it.”

You stay like that for a moment. It’s quiet and dark. Egon relishes every breath tickling the nape of his neck, every slight fidget against his chest, every movement— and when you finally take a step back, his chest feels almost hollow. As if it’s just tasted peace and had to let go.

“You should also add a point in which you listen to me in case of immediate danger”, he says. “In a bold, red, permanent marker, preferably.”

You smile. It’s playful. Cheeky. Beautiful. Whatever anxiety you’d felt a moment ago, evaporated.

“I did cooperate, doofus! You won’t find a more flexible squire than myself.”

“Flexible tends to mean obedient”, he raises an eyebrow. “When I say you fall back, you do.”

“When you require assistance, I help! That’s literally in my agreement. I signed the paper, you have no say in this, Spengler.”

“Spenglers are a team. And, when faced with danger, have to be unanimous.”

“You’re right!” You give him your finger guns and turn to the reception desk. “See? We’ve just agreed and it’s that easy!”

He smirks.

“Call Venkman.”

“Ai, ai, Sir!”

He watches you pick up the phone and dial Peter’s number. A few beeps later your voice fades into a mumble of funny noises.

When he turns towards the hybrid, he notices another curious thing: the tentacles seem to deflate and seep into a bile of ectoplasmic goo.

He must take a sample immediately. Ray is going to love this.

#ghostbusters #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler #egon spengler x you #fanfiction #egon spengler imagines #self insert #ghostbusters fanfiction #ao3 #harold ramis #self ship #self indulgent #happy easter

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Chapter 51, 52, 53, and Epilogue of Harrow the Ninth

Sorry I kept this for so long, had a bad couple of days and also, it's just a lot of stuff

And then she discovered that her dad is actually the most important person in her world, and that he was never going to come for her because he didn't know she existed, and wasn't any better than the people she wanted him to rescue her from

On another note, I'd live to hear more childhood Gideon/Harrow fighting

So this is the fight that was described back in Gideon the Ninth just before Harrow opened the Tomb, and yeah, this must have been what drove her to do that, if she came to the Tomb directly with Gideon's blood under her fingernails. I think they both must have envied each other, in different ways

On the reread, I am wondering now, what kind of person, or, I guess, entity, was Alecto anyway, and why did Pyrrha alone not hate her? And I guess John, although I think he had other reasons for wanting to keep her around, and he also described her as a monster to Harrow way back when. These descriptions don't really seem to match with Harrow's hallucinations of her, so now I'm back to wondering if they were just hallucinations and not a secondary haunting or something like that

I missed this on the initial reread, but I think I see now - Anastasia would have died when John killed Samael if she had succeeded in attaining Lyctorhood the proper way, with both people still alive in different bodies. So, because John did attain Lyctorhood that way with Alecto, killing Alecto will kill John, even though he apparently can't be killed due to harm to his own physical body at all. So that's why they were breaking into the Tomb - they were going to kill Alecto and thereby kill John, and that's why they wanted Wake to help out with evacuating people, because they thought they would have to do that after John died. How long have they been plotting to kill John? And I gather than Cytherea must have been in on this plan also, if she also recognized what Gideon's eye color meant, since if she wasn't in on the plan she wouldn't have known that John's child was alive on Pluto. And when the plan failed, she tried her thing at Canaan House instead

What's most interesting to me about this is that as far as the official story that John told his Lyctors goes, the Tomb was just a place for him to bury Alecto, who had some sentimental connection to. Meanwhile, in the Nine Houses, the mythology is that the Tomb houses the Emperor's ancient enemy, and opening it will cause him to die and bring about the apocalypse, and that's actually correct, well, if that's what happens when John dies, anyway, if Alecto is killed John will die. But the Lyctors don't know this, or at least aren't supposed to know it. I wonder if the mythology started because Anastasia understood what true Lyctorhood was, and that Alecto was John's cavalier, and therefore also knew the real purpose of the Tomb, so she started this mythology based on that? And meanwhile the Lyctors never heard about it because the Ninth House rarely winds up in the Cohort and probably no one else is that interested in talking about the Tomb

So Augustine thinks she's become a full Lyctor and doesn't realize that it's just Gideon in control of her body now. Mercy definitely realized it was just Gideon, and so did Pyrrha, though

So are we meant to believe that John was born as a regular human being in the 21st century or whatever with Gideon's eyes and there's no like, magic or anything behind that color, just genetics? It's now being described in ways that make it seem entirely inhuman

I wonder if she would have chosen to use Corona instead of Naberius if she knew there was a way for her to wind up alive at the end of the process?

What is John looking for? I get that he seems to be mad at BOE for whatever happened to Earth/humanity, but is there also something he's looking for?

I'm also not terribly clear on why Augustine thinks ending this war will absolve John as far as he's concerned? Like, those things don't seem related. This thing about the actual secret of Lyctorhood is a lie that John told his Lyctors, like, a personal grievance between them, I'm not sure what it has to do with John's conflict with BOE or whatever greivances happened over Earth and all of humanity dying. It doesn't sound like John lied to them about that, if we can believe what's been said so far in this chapter, quitting the war won't actually fix anything that Augustine is mad at John about

So this is the payoff from the line about how the only reason for Mercy to be so specialized in anatomy is to kill a Lyctor?

I wonder how true this actually is? When John comes back, he says that not much happened and only the Sixth House would maybe experience anything, but again, the sun isn't destined to become a black hole, so I've got to wonder if even what John said is accurate for the consequences to the system?

But it is interesting, that in setting out to kill John, Mercy and Augustine effectively decided that they were going to sacrifice everyone else in order to avenge their cavaliers, because that is what they thought would happen

I think this maybe explains her actions at the end of the book. She's probably a little mad at John, but I don't think she's mourning Naberius, whereas she has friends and family back on the Third, probably, and to the best of her knowledge Corona is still in the Nine Houses system. It's not that she's particularly loyal to John, I think she just obviously doesn't think killing John is worth it if it means that all those other people have to die, too

Was the Cristabel and Alfred thing then that she convinced him to agree to die for Augustine? From what Augustine said in the last chapter it seems like he maybe attained Lyctorhood under kind of similar circumstances to how Harrow did

Way back at the beginning of Gideon the Ninth, zenosanalytic reblogged one of these posts from me and said something about black romance with respect to griddlehark, but I don't think their relationship is actually at all like black romance? There's way too much of Gideon sacrificing herself for Harrow, which is not how black romance works. But this, this feels like good old traditional Homestuck-style black romance right here

Originally I thought this was going to be "you should know that John can't actually die and he's about to come back to life" but in retrospect it was definitely going to be "you should know that Gideon is dead and I'm actually just Pyrrha now"

So all that stuff about how he was so sorry and how could he be granted absolution and that he'll do anything and so forth, it seems like that was bullshit actually, because Mercy said "you can gain absolution by dying" and he was mad about that. Like, Harrow almost killed Gideon/Pyrrha earlier in this book because they were trying to kill her and one of them at least was like "you know what, I deserved that" but John is mad, he doesn't think he deserved that, despite what he said earlier, I don't think he actually thinks he did anything wrong at all. He lied to them "because it was easier", you don't really do something you really regret just because it was easier. Maybe he thinks he's being a nice person by telling them that he really regrets killing the cavaliers and misses them and so forth, but I don't think he actually regrets it very much

I'm not sure I see what the point of John pretending he was vulnerable would be? Unless this was all just about not bleeding so that the blood ward couldn't be tampered with? Or the fact that he resembles a resurrection beast to the stoma, probably because his cavalier was a resurrection beast?

She means it, too. Unlike Ianthe, Gideon is perfectly happy to send John to literal hell for terrorizing Harrow even if it means that the entire Nine Houses will be destroyed, and probably the fact that Crux will die too is just a bonus

I guess that last bit is a quote?

I remember way back when when Augustine told Mercy that he was John's favorite, and that if he killed Mercy he'd be forgiven, whereas Mercy wouldn't be forgiven for killing him, and that's not exactly what happened, but John knows that Augustine 100% plotted to kill him, and was ok with killing him even if it meant killing everyone in the Nine Houses too, and even if Augustine accepts John's forgiveness here he will only be behaving because he knows John could kill him whenever he wants to and Augustine can't kill John, and John is still willing to live with that situation if Augustine will obey him out of fear, so I think Augustine was in fact right about that, John must either like or just plain need Augustine to a huge extent to make this offer, I think

I missed this the first time, too, but from this I gather that John's god-powers do not actually work in the River, for some reason? If they did, I would imagine he would have just killed Augustine the same way he killed Mercy

This doesn't seem to have ever been clarified?

So at the beginning of the book, Harrow didn't need to breathe because she was in the River, not because she was Lyctor

So I guess this is saying that Gideon and Pyrrha properly switched eye color, like John and Alecto did, and now that it's Pyrrha here, she has Gideon's original eyes, whereas hers were originally the green. But I don't think they switched eye color every time Pyrrha was fronting or whatever, because the other Lyctors would have noticed that. It only happened now that Gideon is dead

Also, since Gideon himself wasn't aware that Pyrrha was still around, I guess when the incinerator thing happened, the person who got almost killed by Wake and who talked to Harrow after being rescued was Pyrrha, and Gideon was the one who she talked to after the fact, who didn't remember anything. From his perspective, he just blacked out sometimes and forgot things he'd done and that had happened to him. I remember that Pyrrha wasn't healing the way Harrow thought she should be in that scene - was that because she was Pyrrha at that point and not Gideon?

I don't think the same thing happened to them as what happened with Harrow and Gideon, though, because isn't Gideon Nav mainly around only because of what Harrow did to her brain?

I love that the book sets up this wild and dramatic straight relationship between Gideon and Wake and immediately is like "just kidding, it was lesbians all the way down!" Magnus and Abigail are the only people who are allowed to be straight in this story. Palamedes can have a little, as a treat, I guess

This whole thing where Augustine tries to wrestle John into the stoma and winds up getting sucked in himself is just a callback from when they talked about that happening to Ulysses, right? Augustine wasn't willing to rick this to kill Number Seven, but he's willing to risk it to kill John

Is that... a Miette reference? This is absolutely the worst possible place for there to be a Miette reference

Is this a hallucination? Or somehow real?

Gideon says she died, but she also says she died like a half a dozen separate times in the last few chapters, so who really knows?

Something that I think is actually really great about this ending is that throughout this whole book, Mercy and Augustine have been treading this line between being mildly amusing and just being irritating, at no point could I say I actually liked those characters and would care if they died. But somehow, at the end of the book, they do things that are actually, genuinely heroic and principled (after a fashion, they really were ok with killing all of the Nine Houses) and none of it was remotely out of character at all and now I like these characters and am sad that they are dead. Like forget "kill your darlings" the new hot writing tip is to kill the annoying character that the reader hates and make them genuinely sad about that anyway. And Mercy never even got to have her precisely-planned 24-minute funeral after all

So possibly Gideon is not actually dead, or not dead in the sense that most of the other cavaliers are dead, and I'm guessing Pyrrha is probably also not dead in that sense. So did this actually happen to them as a result of how Harrow achieved Lyctorhood, and not because of the brain surgery?

This is so great and wholesome after John's whole thing of "oh, I just didn't tell you because it was easier that way

Ok, so, 1) why would Gideon be responsible for whatever is going on right now, and why would Harrow think she was involved, and 2) how does Harrow know that's not a real publication, Gideon doesn't really strike me as the kind of person who reuses jokes with multiple different people

As for the epilogue:

What I'm getting from this is that someone new (I guess probably Nona) is now in Harrow's body, and Harrow's body and probably also Pyrrha have wound up in BOE somewhere, with modern technology, which is totally possible since you can travel large distances in the River, and she's living with Pyrrha and Camilla and someone else who might be Judith or Corona, or might be Palamedes with a new body or something, and they are trying to see if they can get either Harrow's soul or Gideon's to resurface and it's unclear what has happened to both of them. And I guess Nona still has Harrow's magic healing ability, and they have to hide that Nona is/was a necromancer, because this is BOE

Also, I've now realized why tumblr is full of Locked Tomb posts about people who have names like Hot Sauce, because this is now BOE and everyone has names like that, the Dramatis Personae of the next book is going to be a hoot, I can tell

It looks like there's some back matter in this book, including As Yet Unsent. Is the As Yet Unsent in the back of this book the whole story, or is it an excerpt from a longer thing that I should go hunt down somewhere else?

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth

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Angel you're a real one for bringing up the Nancy issue in your post. For the longest I really couldn't stand how the writers just gave up on the Wheeler sibs while making the Byers, Sinclairs, Steve and Dustin, even Willel have better chemistry than Nancy and Mike.

Maybe it's cuz I have a really awesome older sister so comparing her to Nancy, Nancy falls entirely short. I want her to have an Over the Garden Wall moment (a cool cartoon I watch every autumn season) where another character points out how un-older sibling like she's being to Mike so she can do better cuz maybe she's truly unaware that this is an issue.

Cuz I don't think Nancy’s going to get it unless someone else on the outside openly talks to her about how she's just not there for Mike in the way she thinks she is. We've never seen Nancy be observant to Mike like how the Byers notice something's off about Will so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt that she can't see what's in front of her cuz the Wheelers only cared when danger was right at their doorstep (Ted and Karen when the government showed up, at the town meeting when Jason started the manhunt)

Nancy's following the theme of being her parents in recognizing something is wrong too late like in s1 when she worried about Mike and never even thought that he could be in danger when his literal best friend Will is missing, along with Barb.

So I dunno, I see Nancy reflecting her parents in that way of never knowing that Mike is also in the pathway of danger nearly constantly AKA a target of the same entity/mysterious bad guy that took Will twice (physically and possession wise)

Anyways sorry for the long ask but I just hate how they write Nancy and Mike's dynamic with no progression in 4 whole seasons. She has survivors guilt from losing Barb and protects everyone else but she leaves Mike in the dust

hi lex ~! please never apologise for long asks, i love to analyse characters (even if i don't do it often).

yes to all you said !! i don't know if the writers chose to completely ignore the wheeler siblings on purpose so there can be a cool storyline with them in s5 (or if they simply don't think their connection is important in the slightest -_- ), but i think it's factual at this point that nancy needs someone or something to knock some sense into her. it's been four seasons without her altering her behaviour in the slightest, so someone (potentially jonathan, seeing as he constantly blames himself for not being there for will) has to reach her lest something terrible happens to mike and she can't avoid caring any longer.

more than that, though, i think the crux of the problem is nancy's need for revenge. ever since s1 it's been well established that she feels entirely responsible for what happened to barb and, being unable to bring her back, has chosen to focus her energy into harming those she feels are also at fault.

so in s1 this translated to ditching the kids to go kill the demogorgon, later pretending that it was to help joyce and hopper in the upside down when it was clearly just an attempt to avenge barb. in s2, she missed out on most of what happened because she was off with jonathan and murray trying to figure out a way to make the lab pay. in s3, she's the first to get the gun ready to attack biIly and, in s4, she's the one who concocts a plan to try to kill vecna.

and while all these plans are ultimately cemented in her desire to keep the party safe, she constantly overlooks obvious flaws to her approach because a) she's only a human girl and there's not much else she can really do against their supernatural foes, and b) even if it's on a subconscious level, she has a strong bias towards violence because she's still trying to punish those who took barb from her (in lieu of punishing herself further because, as previously mentioned, she's the one she blames the most).

so, until she rids herself of this need for vengeance and starts thinking more logically, she will continue to ignore basic problems to her plans and, more importantly, the emotional needs of those around her. particularly mike, who she's grown up ignoring because that's the example her parents have set for her and who, in her mind, doesn't need to be cared for emotionally because what's there for him to be sad or traumatised about ? he got will back (twice), el back (also twice, if we consider the break-up), and he's had the least amount of near-death-experiences out of all the kids (as far as she knows).

in nancy's mind, since mike didn't lose his loved ones, there's no way he could possibly be struggling and so, anything she might actually notice, any signs she might see that defy this idea, she pushes down to keep up this self-imposed illusion. and, when she recognises her brother's behaviour in others, or sees that someone else is in danger, she chooses to hyperfocus on them so that she can continue to ignore mike's pain (or the fact that he's in danger).

,,,anyway,,, there's another half-baked analysis x.x thanks again for the ask lex !! hopefully my rambling is somewhat coherent u.u

#💕#🍬#📝#💡#🧸#nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler analysis #mike wheeler analysis #wheeler family

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Solace, In Silence: Chapter I

started writing a Sleep Token story a while ago and wanted to share it with you all. :]

(Word count: 890)

(TW: Mental Health struggles, Self-Harm and blood, Mentions/idealizations of Suicide, Existentialism)

Part I: Take a Bite of Me

Chapter One: Calcutta

“I’m whole again for just a moment, ‘till the morning comes.”

The city below glowed and shifted, full of life and people consumed by whatever matters peppered their realities. The streets twisted like a maze that stretched on forever. Here in this vast expanse, I lay alone, for I am nothing, if not a disgrace, a stain on the very face of this earth. I serve no one, I have no purpose, I am a ghost. I spend my days rotting away in my room; I dare not show my face to the world. And so, in my self-inflicted isolation, the darkness that blanketed my tired soul remains.

The Earth remained beautiful, unafflicted and unhindered by my absence. I've given nothing but can't bring myself to die; I bleed from every scar and wound on my body, whether seen or unseen, physical or emotional. Despite this, the pain will never be enough to satisfy whatever twisted force tethers me to this life. Even with every last drop of sweet crimson being sapped from my body, I could not please the powers that be. In life's grand and beautiful tapestry, I am invisible and irredeemable. My nights are filled with tears, sobbing until my throat is raw and my eyes are puffy and red. I am tired. As darkness fell and the city lights battled the night for control, I remained unchanged as the streets filled with restless and working souls. Finally claimed by a restless sleep, enveloping dreams swept over me. Ones I couldn't hope to understand, Horrifying and yet, beautiful. I saw creatures and entities created and mutated by my own suffering and misery.

Amidst these terrors, an unfathomable figure appeared, almost biblical in nature; it towered over my broken form, clad in robes and armour, with unfurled wings at its back. It couldn't be labelled by gender, seemingly shifting between states at will, never entirely solid, never quite human. in its hands, an apple stained an abyssal black within temptation, a golden liquid trickling down the sides the only reprieve from this unending void. It had taken the form of an angel; its intentions, however, seemed far from holy. It was a far cry from the celestial guardians many had grown to respect and fear equally. It raised its arms above its head and joined them together in a gesture of prayer; at this moment, as if some outside force had possessed my body, my hands joined in prayer with them. I felt like a passenger within my body while in motion, a mere spectator until I was thrust back into control; feeling a sense of security, I joined the beast in prayer. For a moment, the universe fell to a standstill. In this infinitesimally small moment, fate revealed my purpose to me. I was to serve as a mortal Vessel. It wanted someone to cater to its every whim. I was to be its muse, and for the first time, I felt truly alive and filled with purpose. I had finally been chosen. I revelled in its presence for what felt like years, centuries spent basking in the ethereal essence of this deity.

At the peak of this euphoria, everything collapsed atop me, and I awoke again in my filthy Apartment, the sounds of the city slowly filling my ears as my vision began to clear; I was alone once again. I shot up in a panic as my eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for any sign of what I’d just experienced was real. My face felt hot, and my legs felt weak; I felt an emotion rise within me that I hadn't felt in years: despair. My vision hazy with the emotions swirling in my mind, I wept and cried and begged for my saviour to return to me, to assure me it wasn't a dream, that my purpose hadn't been revealed as some sick joke by the powers that be.

I can't hold myself together anymore, so please; I need you. I yelled, screamed, and cried out for them to return to me and show me the warmth I had been denied for so long. In a desperate plea, Scarlet ran through my veins and down my arms as they wept; I could not live with the agony of my purpose being so frivolously given and then taken away from me. This apparent betrayal utterly crushed my soul. My sheets, stained with blood, clung to me as I spent my final waking hours bleeding from every wound on my body, seen or unseen. That night, as I slipped into unconsciousness, hoping never to wake again, suddenly, that warmth I had experienced so very briefly overwhelmed me. I stood before them once again; my saviour had returned to me. My breath escaped me, and my legs buckled. They were real; they had come back and swept me up in their embrace once more. I fell to my knees and began to pray; my faith in them solidified, my eyes welled, and my emotions began to overwhelm me. I began to wail; my soul had known no greater joy until now. I cried till my throat gave out, and my eyes went dry as I had wept till I had no more tears to give.

#sleep token fanfiction #vessel sleep token #sleep token writing #sleep token worship #sleep token #sleep token vessel

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Creepypasta headcanon from my fanfic idea

The Slenderman Mansion™️ is just a old house that in the forest that has like a invisible barrier to protect it from humans and other supernatural creatures

Slender man just like straight up kidnapped people and just take them to his house

The first victim is Ted the Caver

Ted doesn’t like this….he lives underneath the mansion and made a bunch of tunnels and underground networks

Slendy is lowkey confusing about that but doesn’t really care

The victims (or my ocs) have to use a drone and camera to see into the tunnels and not get jump scares by Ted

The second victim is Jeff

Slendy will straight up lie and said that Jeff is the first Creepypasta when being asked

Jeff is the golden child™️

Anyone under Slendy control is basically stuck there physically they can’t age but they can still leave the woods/manshion

The creepypasta can’t leave the mansion unless order to and they can’t die or age.

Jeff freaking hate it here. So so much.

As more creepypasta came in and Slendy has a few…phases. Sometimes he hates his new victim and will hurt them, sometimes he care and acts fatherly, sometimes he don’t care about them at all

Slenderman is actually a Eldritch race. His family also use to kill and eat humans. His brothers didn’t like doing that anymore so they each had a phrase to see what they like about humans and what makes them happy. From protecting human to being apathetic about them, to observing them to entertaining them. Even romantic or sexual being with humans.

Nina the killer has a bad home life :(

The marbel hornets gang and the other slenderverse gang are a territory in the woods, they are like the arch rivals to the creeps.

The creepypasta kill people who enter the woods, if the victims didn’t die they either get use a live training dummies or turn into a creepypasta

Turing into a creepypasta is like a a curse, you slowly loose you’re mind, your body can change and grow or remove body parts, and you get the proxy mark.

The first sign of turning into a creepypasta is having your memories be gone, or some of them. Some creeps have most of there memories, others only have vague memories. Slenderman choose what memories some has or doesn’t have anymore

The transformation happens over the course of a week, or forms some it can take months.

Jeff keeps a journal detailing his memories that he regains

Jeff job is to introduce new members to the mansion and to help them settle in

When the transformation is complete, the new creep will loss their memory of life before and during the transformation. Jeff gets sad because his new friends don’t remember him when re-meeting him and they get annoyed or even hate him

The slenderverse crew have the marble hornets sickness

they also try to save the victims. If the victims are save they either escape without harm with their memories whip if the incident, or they end up with the sicknesses

If someone gets the sickness they are trap in the woods. The operator and slender man are the same entity but different people. There kind of like twins?

Lots of pets in the creepys manshion

LGBT + race + religion + disability + body positive yippie :)

The slenderverse gang try to help the creepypasta, but the creeps are little jerks and don’t want help (manipulation slendy is so real 😔)

Canon charters vs fandom characters (Jeff hodak and Jeff woods) are like…family but the canon characters don’t live in the woods but they can come and go as they please

The rake lives with Ted underground they have a relationship similar to the Barron and Goëjlrm from what we do in the shadows <3

The creepy have 3 charts: murder, suicide, and kill count. The charts keep track of who killed who, how, and how many times. It’s supposed to help see who the trouble makers are to try to keep the peace but it became a rivalry to see who gets the most kills in a day, week, month, year, decade, and century.

If the creepypasta get sent to jail or juvenile, slenderman manipulation and worms it way through security and jailers to get back what’s his.

Even when a creepypasta dies, slenderman will traps its ghost to the woods and to the mansion or to himself.

#my thoughts #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #fandom #cleaning out my drafts #long post #writing inspiration

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 10 months

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ty for letting me know!! i will now be a menace with requests teehee

can i have a short and busty afab survivor dating clown and doctor <3

i appreciate this greatly im blowing kisses at u as we speak

Im so sorry for the wait. I hope that you enjoy this and feel free to send me requests anytime dear 💚💚💚

::readmore::

Clown and Doctor with a short and busty AFAB survivor significant other:

Warnings: Canon typical violence, fluff, slight mentions of nsfw

Doctor| Herman Carter

Herman Carter is an intelligent man from his experience in psychology and the human mind. Even if he uses his intelligence for his own sadistic lust.

Herman has two sides when it comes to his survivor girlfriend/ significant other: during trials and when the both of them are alone.

During trials, the Doctor would either let them take hatch or would sacrifice them last. The other survivors could tell how easy he his on his girlfriend/ significant other but wouldn't dare speak of it.

Once it's just him and his significant other, he shows a more softer side. Between careful touches, to the both of them talking in depth of psychology, and him showing his partner the various machines in Léry Memorial Institute, he tries to show his partner that he cares about them the best he could.

He knows that he's not able to be physically affectionate towards his girlfriend because of the high risk of him accidentally hurting her so Herman tries to bond with her by doing things that helps the both of them get to know each other better.

Not many survivors or killers would dare to talk about his girlfriend's body around him. Survivors know that the sadistic Doctor would make their trials a even worse living hell than already. Most of the killers aren't going to say a peep after witnessing a certain killer (*cough* Danny *cough*) nearly get electro shocked to death after Herman caught him trying to take pictures of his girlfriend's chest.

Herman, in a relationship would like someone who he could talk about the human mind with, seeing them more as an equal rather than his lab rats to gain knowledge about and control over. He wouldn't want anyone too smart to argue with, but someone who can understand what he's trying to convey.

Jeffrey Hawk tends to be a self centered man, all he cares about is the power he has when he hunts his victims. He never thought that anyone would want to be with him because of his sadistic personality.

Both survivors and other killers could agree that it was a shocker to see someone as cute as them being in a relationship with sadistic Clown. Hell, even Jeffrey himself couldn't explain how the both of them ended up in a relationship with each other.

Jeffery noticed how much smaller his girlfriend/ significant other was compared to him, reminding him of the small birds he used to see growing up. Instead of wanting to harm them, he wants to hide them in his carriage and keep them as his greatest prize.

Given the perverse background Mr. Hawk has, he's definitely noticed his girlfriend's well gifted large breasts. And he's obvious about his admiration of his girlfriend's body.

Although he's all for admiring his significant other's body, he will kill any survivor who even looks at his significant other's body, let along say anything about them. He's been into some fights with a few of the killers (*cough* Danny, frank, and Ji woon *cough*) that caused the entity to punish him.

When the both of them aren't in trials, they're usually enjoying the few minutes alone they're able to have with each other. It can range from taking care of Maurice all the way to being on his smaller bed, cuddling together.

Personally, I don't think that he would ever show his face to his significant other because of the fact that it's foreign for him to strip away the clown persona to show his partner the real him.

#queendeeshorrorimagines #dbd imagines #dbd doctor imagines #dbd clown imagines #dbd killer imagines #afab reader #slight dees lemonade

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charonarp · 6 months

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You know what I'm surprised about? (this is D&D related, so if not interested, you can ignore :p)

Also, like...I talk about functions in Curse of Strahd and Tomb of Annihilation, sooo....yeah. No want spoils? You no read.

I'm honestly surprised that, when a character dies, the players aren't offered a choice on if they want to switch or not. Like, if they die, it's always "oop, you died, oh well. Make a new character", or whatever.

Personally, I don't like that very much. My reason being is that...well, players tend to like their characters! You can add so much depth and plot to a character if they have to go through some strange experience before coming back from the dead.

Tomb of Annihilation, for instance. That game is centered AROUND death, and people avoid it because of how challenging it is and the fact that once you're dead, you're dead. No magic can bring you back. Well...that place has an actually curse that, if you died before, you begin to rot. That can introduce a REAL CHARACTER CHANGE, but people tend to take that one rule so literally, that it drives people away...

Honestly, Curse of Strahd and Tomb of Annihilation, in my honest opinion, are very good settings to take this custom function and twist it into something horrific. I may have only DM'd once or twice, but if a player loves their character, and their death makes them sad, at least give them the choice of either moving on with a new PC, or to continue their own. That way there's no waste on potential story lines and gives you the chance to make things more dire for your players.

In Curse of Strahd, it's easier to do this because souls can't leave that place. So, the party could do a whole side thing to try to get their companion back to life, or the player could go through some type of ordeal with the devil Strahd himself, or some other entity that lurks within the mist of Barovia.

Tomb of Annihilation is tricky, and I've personally never got to play it myself. I've been wanting to play this game for YEARS (I want that damn ring so badly), but everyone refuses to DM or play that game because it's "difficult", and "dungeon crawly". The thing is, because that game is complex, people tend to not think about taking things into their own hands and changing it to their liking.

I think the main reason it's so complicated is because players (normally) start at LEVEL ONE, which is a fucking death wish ngl, and the setting is very tough on its players (as far as I'm aware), and it's stated that you can't bring people back from the dead. Well...why not change that up a bit? Perhaps magic can't bring them back, but something else could? You make a deal, you find some other source to bring them back, something that could work should that player want to keep going. Being revived from the dead already has its consequences in that setting, so I personally don't see any harm in this alternative.

Again, I've never played the setting. The curse only really works if the character is dead-dead, not knocked down making death saving throws and brought back before some final failure.

These are my personal thoughts on the function of death in games, and it's not just limited to these two settings. I'm a newbie DM, and this is honestly how I'd like to work with my players should one die in some manner, especially at lower levels. Just because they died doesn't mean they can't contribute in some way. Maybe, while the party works to bring them back, that one player is able to find some things that were otherwise blind to mortal lives, or they're able to still be with the party, just unable to interact with the physical world.

If a player loves their character, and wants to keep playing them, you shouldn't have to punish that player just because "it's part of the rules". DMs are storytellers, and you can make your own rules. It's stated in the playbook that rules are not absolute, but are guidelines, and I think that gets forgotten a lot by many DMs for various settings.

Sorry for the ramble, I just had a sudden longing to play ToA and got reminded as to why people I've asked to play it with have refused in the past. Honestly, it's the same reason people in the past have refused to DM CoS too! All because it's "too difficult".

Honestly, sounds like a personal issue to me, but I can understand if someone is intimidated by something that, by book, is complicated to mess with.

But hopefully...hopefully I'll get that beloved cursed ring...I love that thing so much-

#dnd #dnd rant #vent #dungeons and dragons #curse of strahd #tomb of annihilation #ramble #rant #personal thoughts

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That brings us to our elevator? I guess? Did Vivia run up and jump in the elevator before it closed or something?

Oh, you didn't know I was there. But I was present. While you were. Doing things.

That's not creepy at all!

Boy, I hope she's a ghost because otherwise that's an awkward thing to say to another human being.

He's circling the topic. This almost feels like a ghostly game of cat and mouse. Like. She's dead, but she may or may not be what's causing the suicides. Lot of people died here. No guarantee she was Jumper #1.

But if she is the source, then the fact that we're trapped in an elevator with her could be... part of the snare, so to speak. If she's the killer, this may be part of her method. Isolating the victim in the elevator, which will likely bring us up to the top floor once she's done... whatever she does to get them to jump. Manipulation. Possession. Who knows?

We are alone with the entity inside of its domain, and the entity has an M.O. If she's the killer, then she's likely walking us through it as we speak. She may even have a prepared script, which Vivia's Vivia-ness is throwing off.

And why would that be, do you think? Tell me your perspective.

That's. A weird thing. For people to complain about. In Kanai Ward.

Yeah, that's solid confirmation, I think. She doesn't know about the Forever Rain. That'd be a hard thing to miss.

The first jumper was five years ago. We had two years of jumping before Blank Week. If she's the first, she's our killer. And between her lack of knowledge about the rain and, y'know, the fact that she's even capable of dying in the first place? She's definitely not recent.

Going straight for the throat. Vivia's done playing around with what, by this point, is unambiguously a Class IV full-bodied apparition.

She's backed into a corner now. Sorry, spooker. We aren't trapped in this elevator with you. You're trapped in this elevator with Vivia. >:D

I'm not quite convinced she's the killer, though. Again, just because she's the ghost of a jumper, doesn't mean she's the one causing them to jump. This is a psychokinetic hot-spot. There could be more than one apparition around here.

He said it! He said the thing again!

That's okay, Vivia. I'm interested in her too. She's the second full-blown supernatural entity we've seen in this world and I'd love to know the details behind it.

Oh! Okay! We are supposed to ship it. I thought I was being funny about his wording, but apparently not.

Dropping the pretense. I think she's realized there's no point in disguising her true nature any longer. Vivia sees right through her, pun intended.

Okay, so it is her. But. Why, though? She was saying that all lives have value and she can't bear to see--

Oh, were they abusers? Is she a vengeance spirit, targeting people who inflict the kind of harm she would see come through her hospital as a nurse?

Vivia doesn't seem to be considering the ghost angle, which is making me doubt myself.

Though if she's a serial killer, that fits her personality even less than a vengeful ghost.

Yeah, but your M.O. is shoving people off of the roof. An enclosed space is the most harmless possible circumstance for you to find yourself in. I suppose you might have a knife on you but I've seen Vivia fight cops so that's not much of a concern.

Okay, so that's her motive. She "mercy kills" people in crisis, like a reverse suicide hotline that swiftly takes action without a struggling person's consent. That's awful and I now hate her.

Vivia, punch her in the face. If she's a ghost, we'll find that out real fast. If she's not, she gets decked for being a murderer. It's win/win.

See, shit like that is what makes me think she's a ghost. I still feel like this place is a psychokinetic hot-spot. Sometimes spooker domains have a magnetic quality that attracts people of a given mindset.

I'm not convinced that she pushes them. Physically. I think the building is a psychic magnet for people in emotional crisis, and that the Ryo apparition talks to them and convinces them that it would be better to die. Then the elevator takes them to the roof and they jump of their own accord.

We're still in her snare.

And even though we've called her out, she's still sharpening the knife.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #vivia twilight

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Spider-Scout, era & info

SCOUTS HONOUR: freshly 'bitten' by an organic mechanical spider (with symbiote DNA inside) off to fight crime. Still learning what responsibilities mean as a new hero and the start of the endless web of his mistakes. A completely homemade suit with whatever he had around the house or could buy for cheap

THE ECCENTRIC SPIDER-SCOUT: current era and what I base most of my art around. Fully established web crawling hero with a whole sinister six up on his case and many other issues. This is still a work in progress so that's really it

HUNTERS REST: when you've been a hero since you were 19, you get tired after doing it for 24 years and going through more trauma than you can count. Of course, it's a struggle to stop being the neighborhood hero but it's for the best. Whilst the new upgrades can make him seem more intimidating he has made him abit more likeable to seem more friendly to the people he isn't trying to scare

(more info below)

+ extra character sheet with detailed & simplified version of his suit

Name: Spider-Scout

Real name: Peter Anderson

Hero or villain: hero/ anti hero

Gender: male (trans)

Height: 5'11

Age: 27 (19/20 when started)

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Occupation: was an assistant at OsCorp then worked for Octavious after he (Otto) became a villain also a superhero, after the separation of him and Otto he is a fully time hero and part time mercenary for hire. Payment is optional (most give atleast some form of payment)

Powers and Abilities: Fear pheromone; able to release a gas from his mouth that makes people perceive him as a scary entity, blurs their Vision and leaves them their brain mildly affected - able to sense he's around after being gassed due to subconscious fear. Super strength (at minimum can lift up to 11 tons, haven't tried to lift heavier yet), speed (faster than average human), agility and flexibility, web shooting from wrists, faster healing than the average human

Power Limitations: can only produce gas when feeling extremely scared or mad - so life or death situations, Due to flexibility does experience alot of aches in his bones, webs come from his body so them being pulled on whilst still attached to his wrists would hurt, mental issues can effect his webs abilities

Weapons: knuckle claws, arm spikes, anything he can pick up and throw, webs

Gadgets/Tech: his 'tail', it's a small Robot spider that curls into itself to create a small bug butt attached to his belt, it's his scouting bot and can perform missions for him if he's busy (has loads but the one attached to him is for emergencies)

Physical Weaknesses: can still be killed and harmed like a normal person

Mental/Emotional Weaknesses: is traumatised asf

Backstory:

Lost his parents at 13, had to live with his grandparents until he was able to move out. He was able to work young and still had to be the adult of the house and had to take care of his himself despite struggling to juggle his education and job. Hence why he quit collage during his 3rd year so he could go into full time employment to keep the rent paid

Ben parker was a regular at the cafe he worked at, he could sense something was wrong with Peter's life and tried to cheer him up. Commenting how much he looked just like his nephew. Ben paid for a trip for his nephews birthday. A trip to the small closed off city where all the best science was - opening their doors for limited time in search for new minds. He had a spare ticket since aunt may couldn't go and gave it to Peter

He accepted and that's when it happened. The incident. Whilst checking out a more closed off area a released robo Symbiote found him and they bonded. The spider bit him and crawled under his skin and fused with his DNA. He was in hospital for a week, everything caught on camera. He was puking up blood and shredded organ. His body completely altering itself, rapidly growing new cells, his body dying from the inside and just as quickly healing. Having to grow accustomed to the alien now changing his entire DNA. Growing new small organs and muscles in his body.

No one understood what was happening to him since his cells looked healthier and stronger than the average person.

Peter became an intern at OsCorp after being infected by one of their spiders. He made a deal that he could be an assistant in the robotics lab, running for coffee and dealing with tasks everyone else is too busy to do. By the time he started he was 20 (his birthday recently gone by)

Otto was made to deal with Peter as his assistant. Basically to babysit this menace who threatened to ruin the company. He obviously didn't like Peter for this and just generally found his personality tiresome. But over time, 3 years ago by, he saw Peter actually had a passion for building, designing and robotics even if he wasn't all that good at it due to inexperience. He starts giving him small tasks, creating a model for him and sees that Peter is a creative and visual learner. Understanding what it's like to not have the right kind of education to support your way of thinking, he takes him under his wing. Their relationship becomes more personal as the years pass and it's become a "we both have crushes on each other and alot of romantic tension but idk what to do or if I should make a move" and this only gets worse when Otto splits ties with Norman and becomes a villian. (Scout is 25 when this happens, he only works with Otto for one more year before they become enemies full time)

Additional, he did run into Ben parker again before he began to work at Oscorp officially. a mugger was following Ben - scout saw when he was about to go on protrol. Recognizing the old man but it wasn't like they new each other, not really. Peter just thought he was being paranoid and ignored the men. There was no gun visible. He was still learning about what his spider sense was and thought it was just his anxiety playing up.

When he heard yelling he immediately rushed back but by the time he arrived, the mugger fired his gun. In panic scout latched a web onto Ben and tried to swing him out the way but it only made things worse. The bullet hit right in an artery.

The mugger ran off and scout ran towards ben, throwing off his mask. He tried to console ben as he died. And ben believing it was HIS peter, Peter Parker and peter Anderson do look very much alike. Almost uncomfortably similar, their biggest differences are their noses and eyes. Pure coincidence. But when you're an old man without his glasses and bleeding out, you can't tell that especially since your vision's blurring from tears. He gave him the "great power comes great responsibility" (a different context obviously for a non spiderman Peter Parker ) and scout promised he'll make things right. He'll be better

Spider-Scout was seen as a menace. Blamed for the death of Ben parker due to a witness who say scout get Ben killed (and fled the scene right after). He found Peter parker and tried to tell him that he tried to save his uncle. That his uncle was a good kind man and he never wanted anything bad to happen to him but things escalated. Poor, scared and furious Peter parker, 17 and still mourning his uncle, gets angry and tries to fight Scout.

Scout, 19 and riddled with issues and intense feelings of guilt and anxiety snaps a little. His fear gas releasing and he sees the effects it has. Shocked that he could even do that. He kept trying to apologize but his presence only terrified the young parker even more. So he left.

#my art #spidersona #scoutverse

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Ok this is a part I've completely forgotten from when I've read this comic the first time

Wait, is this a flashback that fills in when they mentioned during the 2006 era (surely one of the Hulk crossovers from around that time) in which he mentions having been to a psych?

Here:

Why am I trying to identify some resemblance of continuity into a marvel comic series

Huh?

So Marc was convinced he """"caught"""" DID while assuming the roles of Steven and Jake and he asked to be tested.

Let's not forget: This was how the character was first written to be, inspired by a real life case of a (what back then was known as MPD) patient, but inspired only. It was mainly a story of a deeply traumatised man who got heavily "lost in character" trying to run away from his past and guilt. It got the vibes, but it was meant to be a different thing. Different times and all of that.

With time, two versions of his condition emerged: one that leant more into the "his other identities are characters he impersonates / he's convinced to be" reading more heavily, and one that leant more into "The others are separate entities with some degree of autonomy"

They are both different readings of the same concept, which were used by different writers in different degrees depending on their interpretation of the character and the story they wanted to tell.

Moench always tried to play on the ambiguity of it and anyone (characters and readers alike) could interpret it in their own way.

Dixon and Huston, just to name some, went more with the 1st while Steven Grant (the writer) is the holy prophet of the 2nd during the early days (he's the one who established it as a proper reading after all).

However, the second reading seemed to have sort of disappeared after a while. Sort of like, during the late 80s till the 90s talking about someone with potential MH issues was apparently not cool? Most writers seemed to have completely forgotten about that.

Then the turn of the century happened and suddenly talking about MH was cool. But apparently everyone forgot which particular brand of MH struggles the character had so people sort of made up their own?

Or just fucking slapped some cheap pop psychology shit like "borderline psychotic" "psychopath" or "multiple personality disordered" or stuff like that. Throwaway labels that were in no way reflected by the plot. Ok the last one almost ALMOST got it and really stuck with the character (despite the alleged "personalities" almost never appearing or being treated as aliases) but-

There's one problem though. Even if he was confirmed to have That Specific Disorder (which is, in our civilised terms, DID), there'd be one problem.

It's a real disorder with real diagnostic criteria and real people living with it. The character wasn't written to fit said criteria and work exactly like one, only to show similarities on a surface level.

Trying to claim something that isn't made to be X is X shows both poor understanding of the X thing and poor respect for people living with X, or even worse contribute diffusing harmful stereotypes about the X thing. Classic rep gambit, for this reason most of the times I think it's better leaving it unmentioned unless you know what you're doing.

Well that's dramatic

(I omitted a part because it's funnier in its separate post)

That's... one way to do it? It's very conservative of what was said in the previous runs connecting them all without overriding anything significant. And gives it a supernatural (? sci-fi?) origin (brain got rewritten by an entity), so to distance itself from any real world connections (outside of its resulting behaviour)

Clever in its own way, as it's a solid attempt to bring order to chaos while being respectful to previous works.

I'm not sure I like it. Most likely not, as it shift from an internal, mental struggle to an external and more "physical" cause that can be "removed" by eliminating the agent responsible for it (in this case, the ancient consciousness from beyond space-time). MK's condition is no more something that stems from him but that was "done" to him, something that somewhat reminds me of when they thought MPD was iatrogenic and didn't actually exist?

But it's not really really that eloquent on how much exactly is Khonshu's fault and how much stems from MK trying to manage their condition. And how much of all of that is a permanent change.

While I really dislike the "because it's crazy" introduction it sort of serves ad a bridge from the previous era of the character (in which everyone labelled as such without motive, as I've said) so it can be properly dismantled and disposed of as the character slowly transitions to a new "era".

I can respect the attempt, while not exactly fond of it

#moon knight #moon knight comics #moon knight 2014 #warren ellis #xenon reacts #honestly that was surprisingly good in its context #conservative but #it works #“It's a different origin so it's technically not DID but the ending result is more or less the same”#q tag

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