#✧⠀⠀━━ ARCHIVED UNDER⠀⠀/⠀⠀LEISHA GORDON⠀⠀.

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you know what i find so funny ? the ezra / kulta / leisha iceberg . kulta got hella drunk after a show and got to summoning deities , making wandering spirits visible , antagonizing urban legends , you know , a typical thursday night doing supernatural tings with the boysssssss . but then he ends up summoning leisha / carnage from their pocket dimension and it's all fun and games for him . he's doing pick up lines , joking around , trying to rizz them up and leisha even laughs , but it's like that laugh . that ' this bitch is about to air this whole bitch out ' laugh . it's all fun . it's all sooooooooo fun , and then leisha slices clean through the neck of one of kulta's groupies and he instantly sobers up like " OH SHIT. " loads up the tour bus and hauls ass with leisha in the rear view . and leisha fucking hunts his ass for months . they can come through every mirror , every television , every piece of reflective glass . once they've been summoned , they just won't stop until you're on a t-shirt . this scooby doo ass chase happens for months because he literally cannot escape . one day they're fighting and he's running out of options . he snaps his fingers , opens a portal , and throws their ass into the first earth he can connect to . it just happens to be ezra's . yeah . gullible , friendly , " i've been spider - man for four months " ezra . kulta isn't called the trickster spider for no reason . he's not a bad guy , but it's his ass before anyone else's , on god . he tricks ezra into summoning leisha / carnage to break their fixation on him , plays a show and then fucking dips leaving ezra to run from the mirror witch looking like dpr ian in the no blueberries music video . and as rare as it is , like , IT'S SO RARE , but kulta feels bad so he will occasionally hop over to 4545 to save ezra from near death at leisha's hands . and ezra is so stupid . he has no idea kulta royally fucked him , he thinks they're friends , even .

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DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET. [ l̴e̷t̷'̶s̵ ̸d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̴i̵s̷ ̶o̶n̶e̴ ̷l̸a̷s̶t̴ ̷t̷i̷m̶e̸ . . . ]

BASICS

LEGAL NAME : REDACTED [ kidnapped at a young age by an elderly woman infected with the carnage parasite , leisha has only heard their birth name once when sneaking to watch the news . it is here that they saw their biological mother pleading for their safe return . that name has been forgotten over the years ] . exclusively goes by leisha and has taken the surname of their ' guardian ' with gordon . NICKNAME[S] : lei . [ affectionately by their guardian . would be something they could be called by friends but . . . they don't really have friends , now , do they ? ] bloody mary . [ the carnage of this universe exists as an inter dimensional space parasite and urban legend capable of being summoned and traveling through mirrors . it is said that if you call their name three times in the mirror , they'll pay you a visit . breaking through your mirrors , blade in hand , stalking , hunting . DATE OF BIRTH : REDACTED [ all of their old life is lost . you trying to do the birth chart of a murderous mirror witch ? ] . GENDER : non binary [ they / them , exclusively ] . PLACE OF BIRTH : REDACTED [ for the longest time , their place of birth and even home earth are unknown due to carnage's inter dimensional abilities and leisha themselves living in a pocket dimension for most of their life . it is later learned that they were born in staten island , new york on earth - 42 ] . SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english , french , mandarin chinese . EDUCATION : home schooled in rather unconventional ways . HAIR COLOR : crimson red goddess locs . EYE COLOR : honey brown / hazel . HEIGHT : 5'2 ½" / 158.8 cm . WEIGHT : 112 lbs / 51 kg .

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S] : none . PARENT[S] : myla gordon [ grandmother figure / kidnapper , deceased ] . unknown biological parents . RELATIVE[S] : unknown relatives. CHILDREN : none . PET[S] : none .

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : they like you , you should worry . . . you should run . RELATIONSHIP STATUS : idk if they're single or multiship because honestly they're just out here ruining everyone's life . SINCE WHEN : " call me . make me real . "

tagged by : @hatethepm + @fangwebs [ TY. KISSES FOR MY FRIENDS ] .

tagging : mostly everyone i know has been tagged , but if you haven't and you see this , i'm tagging you ! [ jk , special tag for the love of my life , @spidersiren ] .

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⇀ ⋯  ❛    are  you  always  this  straightforward  with  strangers  ?    ❜ ( leisha  gordon ) . miles morales / @imsobrooklyn

they  look  at  him  ,  doe  eyes  framed  by  twisted  and  furrowed  brows  and  their  head  slowly  tilting  to  the  side  .  red  tinted  goddess  locs  obstruct  their  vision  of  the  spider-man  ,  however  ,  they  see  enough  of  him  .  they  see  this  side  of  him clearly  , the side that's  curious  about  the  inner  workings  of  that  of  which  goes  bump  in  the  night  .  with  a  slight  pout  of  their  bottom  lip  ,  they  point  at  him  with  a  fully  outstretched  arm  .  "  you  shouldn't  do  that  .  "  their  voice  cautious  ,  shaky  .  .  .  excited  .  "  there's  a  reason  you  sleep  with  your  closet  door  closed  .  a  reason  why  you  cover  your  feet  with  your  blanket  or  why  you  slumber  better  under  the  glow  of  your  television  playing  reruns  that  you've  seen  many  times  before  .  it's  because  all  of  this  makes  you  comfortable  .  it  helps  you  pretend  that  everything  that  bumps  and  growls  is  just  a  figment  of  your  imagination  .  "    they  drop  their  arm  and  it  falls  limply  at  their  side  ,  bumping  against  the  katana  strapped  to  their  belt  .  "  do  you  know  what  you're  doing  when  you  ask  such  things  ?  you're  opening  the  closet  ,  you're  letting  your  little  feet  fall  from  under  your  safety  blanket  and  you're  turning  off  all  of  the  lights  .  you're  letting  me  in  to  come  out  of  the  shadows  to  claw  at  your  feet  ;  to  watch  you  sleep  .  it's  then  when  that  figment  of  your  imagination  gains  life  ,  it  breathes  .  am  i  always  this  straightforward  with  strangers  ?  of  course  .  i  find  no  entertainment  behind  being  enigmatic  .  it's  curiosity  in  mysteries  that  gets  people  like  you  in  trouble  .  first  ,  you're  brushing  your  teeth  and  next  thing  you  know  you're  summoning  me  in  your  mirror  .  i  don't  believe  in  infamy  ,  not  at  all  . you have the right to know exactly what you're getting into .  "  it's  then  that  an  eery  smile  spreads  across  their  full  lips  .     " and so  i  want  you  and  everyone  else  to  know  that  i'm  the  reason  you're  afraid  of  the  dark  .  "

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⇀ ⋯  ability rundown : leisha gordon ━━ earth ???? carnage .

a study in dimensions

inter - dimensional travel ━━ leisha doesn't know which dimension they originate from . probably because they spent so much of their life living in a void , a small pocket between space and time , alone. it is when they bond with carnage that they discover their freedom . the ability to go anywhere , absolutely anywhere , through a mirror , through any glass with a reflection . they exist through the legend of the maiden that appears when called from a mirror and leisha themselves will appear when summoned by someone calling their name into reflective glass three times , sharpened blade at their side with a hunger for blood . glass manipulation ━━ they carry other abilities that aren't mentioned in the legend . many think that breaking their portal will keep them away ; truth is there is no way to escape death once it's been summoned . they can resemble mirrors once they've been broken and appear to have telekinetic control over glass , able to lift the shards and send them flying . leisha themselves appear to be made of glass , any blow dealt to them making their skin crack like shattered glass . they also have a telepathic/magic connection with mirrors that grants the the ability to know when they're being watched .

a study in pyrokinetics

blood pyrokinesis ━━ their method of combat involves a lot of spilled blood , of which leisha weaponizes with their ability that allows them to set blood ablaze . usually used for blood that they've extracted through cuts with their blades , leisha has also shown the ability to make someone combust from the inside out by igniting the blood in their veins .

a study in carnage

shapeshifting

camouflage

wall crawling

immunity to spider sense

autonomous defense

accelerated healing

a study in weaponry

skilled acrobat

stealth / quiet steps

skilled sword combatant

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⇀ ⋯  ❛    you're more than enough .    ❜ whispers miles morales / @imsobrooklyn

tw  :  blood  ,  body  horror  ,  injury  ,  death  mention  .   their  reality  had  always  been  so  harsh  .  countless  years  of  floating  in  a  void  of  black  and  lightning  ,  the  storm  being  their  earliest  memory  ,  the  voice  in  the  back  of  their  head  loud  and  hungry  .  they  manifested  through  fear  for  so  long  ,  answering  to  the  call  of  flickering  lights  ,  slumping  out  of  mirrors  ,  laughs  over  screams  ;  a  feverish  taste  for  licking  blood  off  of  cold  steel  .     call  me  ,  they'd  whisper  with  a  voice  that  wasn't  theirs  .  call  me  and  make  me  real  .  save  me  .  that  call  went  unanswered  .  they  soon  grew  reliant  on  the  parasite  that  bonded  with  their  mind  and  the  part  of  them  that  still  had  the  will  to  fight  back  ,  to  claw  ,  to  scream  ,  that  part  was  locked  away  until  their  voice  was  small  ,  weak  ,  nothing  .  save  me  .  it  was  quieter  now  ,  nothing  more  than  a  passing  thought  quickly  forgotten  .  brushed  under  by  the  swat  of  a  heavy  hand  ;  snuffed  out  by  the  sound  of  steel  dragging  across  cold  pavement  or a  fogged  mirror  .     call  me  and  make  me  real  .  it  was  a  command  ,  an  order  given  with  an  outstretched  claw  and  infectious  grin  that  curled  at  the  ends  .  the  parasite  symbiote  was  all  that  they  had  known  for  so  long  .  the  only  voice  that  answered  back  from  the  void  surrounded  by  the  storm  .  they  fought  until  their  knuckles  bleed  ,  they  clawed  until  their  nails  were  dull  ,  they  answered  the  symbiote's  faux  kindness  with  bite  until  they  were  confronted  with  the  reality  that  it  would  never  be  enough  ,  they  would  never  be  enough  .  carnage  was  inevitable  ,  unavoidable  ,  eternal  .  they  offered  them  immortality  ,  freedom  in  the  form  of  broken  glass  .  the  ability  to  be  anywhere  ━━  anywhere  but  the  storm  .  so  leisha  took  their  hand  .  they  bond  with  the  parasitic  symbiote  .  they  don't  fight  or  claw  or  bite  ,  but  they  plead  out  with  their  last  conscious  thought  ,  "  please  ,  just  let  me  be  enough  .  "  

  they  breathed  fear  for  so  long  ,  skin  tingling  at  the  smell  of  fright  and  the  sound  of  blood  -  curdling  screams  .  they  gave  in  to  the  urges  of  the  only  voice  that  they  had  ever  known  .  with  the  somber  memories  of  their  own  torn  flesh  and  contorted  bone  to  release  the  symbiote  ━━  the  cracking  ,  the  breaking  ,  the  stopping  of  their  own  heart  as  crimson  claws  pulled  it  from  their  chest  ━━  they  had  died  a  thousand  times  .  they  would've  died  a  thousand  more  if  it  weren't  for  him  .  if  it  weren't  for  cautiously  careful  hands  reaching  out  to  them  ,  a  smile  somehow  overshadowing  the  fear  in  his  eyes  .  it  was  okay  .     after  all  ,  they  were  still  scared  of  themselves  too  .     the  psychosis  of  symbiotic  tear  left  them  questioning  reality  from  the  lingering  voice  in  their  head  .  they  were  afraid  to  sleep  ,  less  they  be  taken  back  to  an  infinite  void  of  storm  and  rain  and  dark  .  they  feared  their  own  reflection  ,  a  reminder  of  the  evil  that  lurked  behind  once  empty  eyes  ,  but  they  looked  until  they  started  to  hyperventilate  .  they  looked  until  the  whispering  in  their  head  started  to  scream  and  drag  claws  at  the  edges  of  their  psyche  .  they  looked  until  the  reflection  moved  on  its  on  ,  smile  twisting  at  the  corners  ,  fangs  flashing  with  something  ominous  ,  lips  moving  without  a  sound  ,  but  they  still  hear  it  clearly  .  

  call  me  .  make  me  real  .  

  the  harshest  part  of  their  reality  was  the  realization  that  they  were  no  one  without  a  katana  in  hand  .  nothing  without  the  chanting  of  '  bloody  mary  '  in  a  darkened  mirror  .  they  weren't  enough  .  in  that  moment  ,  they  rebel  .  leisha  breaks  their  voice  out  of  its  cage  and  they  are  rejuvenated  with  the  will  to  fight  ,  to  claw  ,  to  bite  themselves  into  a  reality  (  even  if  they  truly  didn't  belong  )  .  they  break  the  mirror  ━━  they  break  every  mirror  ━━  and  they  scream  to  drown  out  carnage's  lullaby  .  they  stomp  through  glass  and  leave  bloody  footprints  in  their  wake  .  they  pull  at  their  ears  and  their  crimson  goddess  locs  .  they  can't  hear  anything  but  their  screams  and  the  symbiote's  laugh  ;  carnage's  voice  telling  them  to  sleep  ━━  to  give  in  once  more  to  the  only  thing  that  made  them  something  .     sneakers  pivot  on  the  wooden  floors  and  crunch  on  the  glass  .  his arms  wrap  around  them  from  behind  and  a  frantic  voice  makes  an  attempt  to  hush  away  the  tears  that  tear  down  their  face  .  leisha  pulls  at  miles'  jacketed  arms  around  their  waist  ,  staining  the  bubble  coat  with  prints  from  their  lacerated  hands  until  they  are  relaxed  into  a  steady  breath  ,  collapsing  into  the  spider  -  man's  hold  .     they  feel  small  ,  insignificant  ,  in  the  small  apartment  .  knees  up  to  their  chest  ,  bandages  wrapped  tightly  around  their  wounds  as  they  melt  into  the  ambiance  of  boiling  water  on  the  stove  ,  the  rhythmic  serenade  of  rza  on  the  record  player  ,  the  sweeping  up  of  broken  glass  .  their  eyes  cautiously  follow  miles  as  he  circles  the  couch  and  takes  a  seat  on  the  other  side  ,  blowing  over  a  fresh  cup  of  hot  tea  before  offering  it  over  to  them  .  leisha  takes  it  ,  holding  it  in  their  hands  and  looking  over  ,  almost  for  approval  ,  before  they  start  blowing  soft  ripples  into  the  cup  .  a  comfortable  kind  of  silence  follows  ,  one  that  they  don't  feel  deserving  of  from  the  kindhearted  vigilante  ,  but  they  still  slouch  into  the  couch  ,  their  knees  aligning  with  their  shoulders  .  "  i  ━━  "  their  hoarse  voice  cracks  the  still  like  a  wave  of  unexpected  thunder  .  "  i  wasn't  strong  enough  .  i  don't  think  that  .  .  .  i'll  ever  be  enough  ,  without  them  .  "  they  confess  ,  uncomfortable  in  their  vulnerability  .  

"  you're  more  than  enough  .  "  

  it's  so  soft  and  kind  that  it  makes  them  turn  their  head  to  him  ,  eyes  widened  and  eyebrows  softly  knotted  .  when  miles  turns  his  head  to  return  their  look  ,  they  turn  and  look  back  into  their  cup  of  tea before he can catch their gaze  .  honey  eyes  stare  into  the  still  surface  of  the  liquid  where  they  are  confronted  with  their  reflection  .  they  wait  for  the  voice  ,  they  wait  for  the  cheshire  smile  and  sharp  fangs  to abuse  the  soft  pink  of  their  bottom lip  ,  but  instead  they  see  someone  small  and  hesitantly  hopeful  .  they  see  a  version  of  them  that  lives  an  independent  existence  .  they  feel  seen  .  not  looked  into  like  glass  ,  not  transparent  ,  not  a  host  ,  but  like  someone  the  spider  -  man  wouldn't  hesitate  to  wrap  arms  around  once  more  .     leisha  had  died  a  thousand  times  with  the  desire  of  standing  on  their  own  two  feet  and  weathering  the  storm  , but now they  bring  the  tea  to  their  lips  ,  quietly  indulging  in  a  reality  were  there  was  someone  that  would  suffer  a  great  loss  if  they  were  to  perish  just  once  more  .