#cw: possession

[georgiacooked]

Some small portrait exercises, because I haven't drawn poor Jeremy in a while, and we're amping up on The Project.

TFW you've spent the last decade being an absolute nightmare of a boss, and now everyone prefers the affable Victorian ghost currently co-piloting your brain thanks to The Workplace Incident.

[sarandipitywrites]

Snippet Sunday

look. i tried to make this snip shorter. i really did. but we kind of need all the context for this to make sense. so have all the context! here's Vy and Jules(?) having a super fun conversation in Spark Signature:

cw: possession, self-harm, blood

There was a time when Jules’s apartment felt more like a home than Vy’s own. When they’d make the drive from the Othello Academy down to Rainier Beach, it was never with the looming dread of having to face people who only cared for them out of obligation—out of love for somebody else. When they went home with Jules, they weren’t going home to Erik and Minh; they were going home to no one.

At that time, more than anything else, that was what Vy had needed.

Jules’s apartment now is nothing like home and everything like a cage. And, in spite of Vy’s wishes, it’s anything but empty.

Jules paces the kitchen, running his hands along the countertops, over his arms, through his hair. His voice—a low, constant murmur—fills the air like haze, clinging to every surface and making Vy’s hair stand on end. He doesn’t even seem to hear the door open, doesn’t see Vy at all. Not until they’re standing across the bar from him, a world and an island and a foot-and-a-half away. He blinks—slow, catlike. “…Vy?”

The surreality, the incongruence, the wrongness of it all dries Vy’s mouth, coats their tongue in sand. But they have to say something, do something. “You, uh… you okay?”

“Fine.” He crosses his arms; his hand wraps around the flexed muscle of his biceps and he flinches. A moment of hesitation; he props his hip against the bar instead, tail lashing. “You’ve been out for a long time.”

“Just. You know. Working.” What is wrong with him? Does he know where Vy’s been, that Vy knows? Sure, Vy came back to tell him, to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing, but that’d been when Vy thought they’d have the upper hand, the first shot, not that Jules would be lurking around the apartment, all—

“You smell… strange.”

Okay, what the actual fuck? “I… took the maglev?”

“No. Strange like blood, strange like…” His nostrils flare. His wings twitch. Not that nervous twitch, that Jules twitch. This feels… preparatory. Predatory. “What did you see?”

The answer comes out like thinking, like breathing. They couldn’t hold it in if they tried. “You.” It hangs in the air between them, a ghost of what Vy’d witnessed, what Jules had done. When he says nothing, they continue: “That person—Dr. Poole—what happened? What’d you do?”

“Nothing.” It’s not a word; it’s a hiss. A baring of teeth. “Nothing they didn’t deserve.”

It’s not him. It’s not him, but it’s fierce and feral and familiar. It’s bloodstained lips on a holoscreen, eyes like frozen blood glaring across a pub table.

Vy’s never believed in possession; people, once dead, were content to stay that way. But, before Jules, they’d never heard of Sparks lingering after separating from their bodies, either.

Jules found the Ether by accident; who’s to say nobody in the Ether noticed? What would stop someone from using him to hitch a ride back to the material plane?

“Jules, if you can hear me?” Vy edges away from the counter, back towards the door. “I need you to come back, now.”

“What did you see, exactly?” Not-Jules slinks around the kitchen counter, into striking range. “It’s easy to… misinterpret a situation, isn’t it?”

“Totally. So easy.” Their combats scuff over the entryway’s mat. “You know, that’s… probably it. I just misunderstood. Silly me! I’ll just…” their fingers search for the button, the door’s interior release, “head back out. See what else I can find today—”

“No. This is more important.” Claws click across the vinyl stone floor. “We need to clear this up. We wouldn’t want the wrong information getting—”

Vy’s hand finds the button. The door hisses open behind them.

Not-Jules stops. “Vy.” They tilt their head, a razorblade smile splitting their lips. “Don’t run from me.”

Vy stumbles back, through the door into the hallway. The stairwell’s enclosed; if they go that way, they’ll have nowhere to run. The elevator can be stopped remotely; it’s even worse. They turn and sprint towards the end of the hall—the fire escape.

“Vy!” They glance over their shoulder; Not-Jules stands in the hallway, claws digging into their own forearms. Blood wells in their wake, flowing and glowing and crackling.

Hemomancer. Not-Jules is a hemomancer.

“Don’t fucking run from me.”

Spark Signature taglist (ask to be added or removed): @leah-yasmin-writes, @unrepentantcheeseaddict, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @mundanemoongirl

[foxalone]

Fear week 2023 day 1 "corridors"

cw: blood, possession,Fixed gaze,

Make your own background about the possible history of drawing

Fear week by: @nova2cosmos

Gim!Sans and Blood!Gaster belongs to me

[ielectrica]

I had a very stressful dream (like I almost always do about this person) and I'm about to actually make into a concept for one of my OC's in the Twisted Wonderland fandom! Here goes nothing!

So, here's the concept that I basically have:

Alejandra (in one of her previous lives) has had enough. Enough of the life that she has; of being a victim. Of being someone who was always a subject of someone else's whims.

Of being hurt for speaking back. Slapped, kicked, punched, forced to carry what was essentially a life-changing, nearly life-threatening "parasites" inside of her womb.

They're continuously being dehumanized treated like some sort of sex doll, being pushed into the arms of another in order to further violate and ruin them; simultaneously calling them beautiful and uncivilized, uncultured. Telling her that they could never be.

Those fiends had never asked for her permission; they always took and took and TOOK whatever they wanted with no regard to anyone else's lives!!! For anyone's livelihoods, for their traditions, cultures, folklore, claiming the land as theirs even though it was originally her people's! Even slowly, but surely draining their resources!

Deciding to finally take matters into her own hands, Alejandra makes a deal with unseen forces beyond her control, hoping, praying, and BEGGING to finally be set free! For her children and future generations to never have to go through anything like this ever again!! Please, oh please, take this pain away from her and her children!

Suddenly, a dark, mysterious power gets tapped from within her by the forces of HELL ITSELF. Like, she's always had magical powers, but has never fully seen her potential.

It's as if malice and vengeance INCARNATE has been brought to life from within her, giving her the strength, the unbridled rage, and the neverending pain that she has felt throughout her life to unleash that same thing upon others.

So they do exactly that with widened eyes, a shit eating grin, razor sharp claws, with blood, entrails, viscera, and body parts strung about. All laying across the floors, the soil, the ground, anywhere she went, there would be a bloodbath awaiting. All with a howl of laughter as Alejandra was finally set free.

Yet, there are tears flooding and flowing from her eyes of all of the hardships and horrors that she had personally not witnessed, but had been a victim to and of. She knows that deep down inside, this may solve nothing. But it's so FUCKING SATISFYING to see the pain, the terror and horror, the agony, and all of the suffering now reflected in the abuser's eyes.

Those early bright, shining charcoal gray eyes that were full of life, of hope and potential had been drained of all happiness and light. They're now sunken, full of fiery fury that will never be quenched.

[subukunojess]

Freestyle Phantom: He'll Come Back To You Again

Fandom: Mario + Rabbids, Rayman

Content Warnings: Slight Angst, Main Character gets possessed/controlled

Word Count: 1,943

Summary: Based on a Tumblr Art Challenge. An Alternate What-If Scene for Rayman in the Phantom Show. As the final battle goes underway, The Phantom introduces a new form that would not only shock the unlikely heroes in more ways than one but might also have one of them question everything.

This is a one-shot I wrote for @hostess-of-horror's Phantom Genre Challenge a while back where someone would pick out their favorite music genre and imagine Phantom's new form as that genre. Since I can't draw at the moment, I decided to do the next best thing and write it. This resulted in a slight songfic with some Rayman angst mixed in.

For the challenge, I decided to create Freestyle Phantom, a late 80s version of the Phantom that has shock-based attacks and can control a hero of his choice for one to two turns similar to Hypnotize in the game. The song that the Phantom sings is "Let The Music Play" by Shannon which I recently found out is considered the #1 Freestyle song. I recommend listening to it.

I provided the Archive of Our Own link, but I'll also put the fic under the cut for you to read here as well! I hope that this is okay:

CLAP!

Rayman opened his eyes to the sound of a clap that reverberated through the room and his figurative eardrums. At first, he almost forgot where he was until music started playing. 

Oh, right. He and his teammates were stopping a large ghost rabbid from getting revenge and possibly taking over galactic media with unlimited power. After hitting the show-tune villain where it hurts, the team woke up to... flashing lights, scattered speakers, and checkered dance floors. But that was not the sight that shocked everyone the most. There in the spotlight floated the Phantom wearing a garish neon pink jacket styled with coattails, a black shirt, and purple fuzzy bracelets. His phonograph was now a light purple color. Needless to say, the heroes shielded themselves from the sight. 

"Augh, my eyes!" Rabbid Mario exclaimed.

"That jacket's so fourth decade ago!" Rabbid Peach scoffed. The Phantom ignored the cries, moving his body to the syncopated beat.

"This next act will get your heart pumping and the beat stomping you into the dance floor! Let's go at it with this mix!" Phantom smirked, electricity flowing through his transparent body.

Rayman, on the other hand, hid behind some speakers nearby. His face was a mixture of familiarity and suspicion. He turned to Beep-0 and asked, "Anything you can tell us, Beep-0? The music rings a bell, but I can't put my finger on it."

"Hmm," Beep-0 scanned the Phantom using the tacticam and gasped in realization. "According to my findings, we're experiencing Freestyle music. Rabbid Peach isn't too far off in the timeline. It's an electronic genre that was popular in a couple of cities and had to compete with other genres like techno, funk, or pop. It was usually played in dance clubs. And the nerve of him, using the first Freestyle song to perform! A disgrace to the original artist!"

"Whatever it is, I can dig it!" Rabbid Mario grinned as he got out to dance freely until Rabbid Peach pulled him back behind cover.

Beep-0 continued, "There's a static in the Phantom's eyes, so we're going to deal with shock-based attacks. But knowing the diva, he'll have something up his sleeve. Keep your guard up and dash those lights!"

The three heroes nodded, huddling together for their battle plan. This time, there were five light bulbs that surrounded Phantom like a circle or a pentagram with Goombas, Stooges, and a few Spellraisers scattered around. After a brief discussion, the heroes went to work. 

As the two Rabbids dashed the two lights in the front, Rayman used the flying rings to glide toward the back of the stage. He dashed the backlight before he shifted to his Rocket costume and flew his rocket to target the Spellraisers and Stooges. Meanwhile, Rabbid Mario took out as many Goombas as he could whereas Rabbid Peach summoned a clone and helped the clone team jump into the next light. Four out of five lights were dashed before the enemies attacked. The Stooges and the remaining Goombas advanced towards the heroes as the Spellraisers threw their shots and summoned more Stooges. 

It was Phantom's next move that surprised the heroes. Usually, Phantom would stay in the spotlight, wave his hand to disable any weapons or techniques, and let out a note that would slam someone into next week for his first turn. Instead, he took one look around the stage with a twirl, then placed his hands upon his chest as his gramophone glowed eerily and he prepared an action with an invisible range. 

Rayman shuddered. He did not like the confident, smug grin on the Phantom's face in general, but it seemed more ominous now than ever. He glanced at the Rabbids all over the floor who looked equally wary. There was no telling what the Phantom would do and it did not help when Beep-0 scanned the pose and it came up blank with his full effort. Either way, someone had to be the bait. With the brawler and two healers out on the field, Rayman decided for himself and moved first.

Before Rayman could even grab a ring or take a step, Phantom jerked in his direction, inhaled, and sang out while waving, "Let the music play!" Rayman stumbled, losing his footing but regained balance and stopped to check the damage. 

"Huh." Rayman patted himself down, feeling no ooze on his face or around his hands as he gradually smiled in relief. "I can shoot and use my powers still, so I think I'm--"

Just then, Rayman froze and paled, his hands hanging by his sides as he tilted his head down. His teammates gaped in concern.

"What's wrong, Ray?" Rabbid Mario called out. 

"And this is no time for dancing in place!" Rabbid Peach added with a scowl. Rayman, in fact, found his feet were pacing from side to side with the beat. His body glowed a light purple as he struggled to lift his head. His eyes were purple, one pupil brown and the other light blue. 

"I... I can't-- move my body!" He managed to hiss as his body shook. It was so shocking that even the Rabbid Peach clone gasped in horror along with the heroes. 

"What's the meaning of this?!" Beep-0 demanded an explanation. 

"That would be me." The Phantom piped up with a dark chuckle. "What better way for your final show to turn out than by throwing in a climactic betrayal?"

"Betrayal? What do you-- Ghk!" Rayman yelped when his hands started to raise in unison with the Phantom's. Phantom cracked his knuckles and neck which looked strange with Rayman copying him. 

"Now, to make use of your two turns." All of a sudden, Rayman jumped down from the raised platform, dashed into the Rabbid Peach clone, and ran as far away from the Phantom and the remaining light as possible before he shifted into his Vortex costume. He raised his hand and instead of pulling minions with tornadoes, his teammates were caught instead. The three Rabbids flew towards Rayman and dropped to the floor with minor injuries.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that!" Rayman apologized. 

Beep-0 growled, glowing red as he and the team glared at Phantom. "That Devious Wind-Bag! He found a way to be like our Spark, Mayhem, and control anyone with his music!"

"Hey, leave my best buddy alone! No one gets to control his body like that!" Rabbid Mario shook his fists angrily. 

Rayman blinked. "Best Buddy?"

"Us Punching Pals gotta stick together!" With that, the Rabbid Plumber rushed to show the Phantom what for, forgetting that he still needed to take out one more light. When he got close, Phantom sang out a blast that shocked Rabbid Mario multiple times and stopped him in his tracks. 

The two Rabbid Peaches and Beep-0 looked at each other. Both Rabbid Mario and Rayman were out of commission which meant it was up to them to destroy the spotlight. Rabbid Peach covered for her clone as the two of them made their way to the light whereas Beep-0 stayed with Rayman to give moral support. 

The eggplant thingamajig, however, was still reeling. Rabbid Mario called him his best buddy even when they recently just met. Rayman thought he only had one or two best buddies. He would never think that a Rabbid would think of him to be one. Regardless, he needed to get out of the Phantom's control, but the ghost had a strong grip.

"Let me go! I don't want to hurt them!" Rayman pleaded as his body ran after Rabbid Peach, pulling out his plunger gun. 

'Funny. I thought deep down you'd want to take down the Rabbids.' Phantom's voice echoed in Rayman's mind. 'They captured you, took over a planet, and annoyed you to no end. Because of them, no one remembers you. It wouldn't hurt to enjoy pushing some around a little. Give them a taste of their own medicine! Mwahahaha!'

Rayman did not know what he hated more; the idea of hurting his comrades, temporary or not, or the fact that some part of him was considering the notion.

After taking down some Stooges, the clone dashed the final light before screaming as Rayman chased it with his gun raised, apologizing repeatedly while doing so. Although the spotlight shut off, the Phantom still had his glow as he sang, "We started dancing, and love put us into a groove as soon as we started to move."

"It's okay, Ray. I'm comin' for ya!" Rabbid Mario exclaimed in assurance, coming from the electrocution until another High-C froze him again. "After I get over the shocks. Curse you, catchy rhythm!"

"The music played while our bodies displayed through the dance. Then love picked us out for romance."

Rabbid Peach chased after Rayman, punching Spellraisers in the process. She came to Rabbid Mario and healed him on the way over. 

"I thought it was clear the plan was we would share this feeling just between ourselves."

It did not help that all the minions were dancing to the beat, the lights were flashing with the atmosphere, and the rhythm was indeed catchy. Rabbid Peach took some brief pictures before getting serious. The new goal was to defeat the Phantom's phase before he decided to control someone else. If anything, this gave her the excuse to punch the weird Rayman and knock him out for the remainder of the fight. She would heal him later. 

"But when the music changed, the plan was rearranged; he went to dance with someone else."

At that lyric, Rayman had already shot his gun at the clone before turning his body around towards Rabbid Peach. She had to admit she felt guilty for a moment, seeing Rayman staring at his betraying body parts like he wanted to bite at his non-existent limbs to stop. She backed away from him, unaware that she was getting closer to the Phantom. 

"We started dancing and love put us into the groove, but now he's with somebody new. What does Love want me to do?"

Rabbid Peach noticed Phantom's voice loud near her ears. Before she could turn around, a wave of a hand spread a dark ooze that covered her face and eyes.

"Where'd you go? Hold still, will ya?!" She snarled as she pushed herself into where she thought Rayman stood, throwing punches but Rayman kept dodging and weaving before pushing her to the ground. She then launched missiles in the air haphazardly. One hit the Phantom but the other two hit the remaining Spellraisers. 

"Love said: let the music play! He won't get away. Just keep the groove and then he'll come back to you again! Let it play!"

As the music kicked up and the Phantom's singing became much more sinister, Clone Rabbid Peach got from behind Rabbid Mario and dragged him to the back so they could attack the ghost with a surprise attack. 

"Let the music play. He won't get away. This groove, he can't ignore. He won't leave you any more!"

"No, no, no!" Rabbid Peach protested, deciding to retreat until she could get the ooze out of her face and Rayman would be set free. 

Although the hold would loosen any second now, Rayman still trembled at the power Phantom possessed and the implications. Who knew which hero he would go after next? A large Rabbid ghost posed a threat that he had not realized until now. As his brown pupil turned blue and tears formed in his eyes, Rayman strained a smile as he sang with Phantom's voice in unison, pointing his gun at his fellow teammate. 

"Somebody stop me~!"

[writtengalaxies]

Headcanons for the curse on an Illinorted Illinois? And the process of breaking said curse? (We both know exactly which art has inspired this request lol)

Ah yes, first you Nort a boy-- (/ref) But also, Quilliam Quilliam Quilliam. You simp. /aff

If we're talking a like...not Xehanort but a similar kind of curse?

This shit came from a dragon's lair. Or something rumored to be one, at least. It was something simple, a small item that had been stolen, and he was going to put it back where it belonged.

Whoever this horde of treasure came from, they weren't there any more, and that should have been the end of it.

Except it wasn't, and he starts to hear whispers in his sleep. Little things that worm into his subconscious.

And in time...it's not Illinois looking back out at you through eyes that burn like molten gold...it's the soul of whatever was biding its time in that item.

But you see flashes of your adventurer peeking through, the way he gently calls you all the pet names you adore.

You know it's not completed. Not yet.

So you wait until he's sleeping, when this curse is trying to settle in, so he can't stop you. And you take the biggest rock you can lift and you smash the hell out of that item until it's shattered.

Illinois rockets up out of his sleep, gasping with tears in his eyes, but he turns to you, he's seen what you've done.

He holds you a little tighter, doesn't sleep away from you, not any more. Not since you saved him.

You kind of like it better this way. But maybe he should stop picking up cursed items.

[thebekashow]

so what exactly IS beka?

Cw: suicide mention and possession.

Beka is an escaped portal jumper! Portal jumpers are children who go through many homes until the purgatory system finds a perfect home. She broke through the system and was adopted by Bob.

She honestly has no idea what creature she is, but she calls herself a human despite her no longer being human.. She is somewhat immortal, however she just respawns in the freezer of boys n grill.

She had died in 2017, of December 24th, and was trapped in joey drew studios for 5 years. Her fives years there were complete misery, as she had become a toy for the court and studio.

She had lost her limbs in a battle against her parents and had a demon inside her body for 2 years before Bob decided to kill it.

She had attempted suicide 10 different times and each time, Lawrence (father figure) or Alice (mother figure) would "save" her. She resurrected in January 12th of 2022 and ran away two days before halloween.

Bob found her in his backyard, and kept her around since her forms seemed useful for hunting people. She eventually got attached and When he died, she decided she couldn't stand being alone, especially since Bob was The only one to be nice to her. so she went to cult house and resurrected him by giving him half her soul and bonding it with him. With it, it his crimes so he could still be a cannibal and the police would be on his ass.. He still feels the urge for flesh but can control it better. He doesn't have all her powers but he has some that can help him when in bad situations.

Tl;Dr Beka has a bad past, good dad, and wacky powers.

Ooga booga art feat Beka's room and herself.

(Not choice is due to the form being the demons instincts controlling her.)

[elsanna-shenanigans]

November/October Contest Submission #6: I Survived(But It Got Harder To Breathe)

Words:  894 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: MCD, talks of being killed/murdered(no details), body possession, some cursing and nightmares

Anna awoke with a jolt and clutched her necklace. It was her safety net. A way to keep her grounded and her mind occupied. After a few deep, calming breaths Anna looked around her bedroom happy to see she was in a familiar place.  

“Another nightmare?” Elsa questioned from the corner of the room. 

“JESUS CHRIST ELSA!” Anna screamed. “I told you not to do that anymore!” 

“Sorry for looking out for my little sister.” Elsa scoffed sarcastically. 

Anna grumbled “Yea well, thanks”  

Elsa raised her brow and glanced at the tv. “Another crime show? Anna, you can’t keep giving yourself nightmares like this. It’s not healthy.” 

Anna squeezed her necklace again trying not to cry. “Elsa please don’t lecture me, okay? I’m tired. I’m so tired. You’ve been dead a year. And yea, they caught the guy who killed you, but it doesn’t take away the pain. I’ll never get to hold you again, to hug or kiss you again, or even tell people that you’re still here in this house with me.” 

Elsa felt tears in her eyes. “I know sweetie and I know it takes a toll on you. I’m sorry. Did you want me to lay with you until you fall back asleep?”  

“Yes please.” Anna whispered as she pulled the covers back over herself. 

“You should really try something else as background noise. I don’t like seeing you like this.” 

Anna yawned. “I’m okay Elsa, just tired. Promise. I know you don’t sleep anymore but goodnight anyways. I love you.” 

Elsa smiled at her sister. “I love you too. Now sleep.” 

Even before she was murdered, Elsa protected Anna. It was her job as the elder sister to protect the younger one. Whenever Anna was picked on or outcasted by her coworkers or peers at school, Elsa was always there to pick up the pieces. When Elsa came out as a lesbian, it was Anna’s turn to protect her older sister as Elsa had done for her. Elsa looked at Anna’s necklace and smiled again. It was a gift for their first anniversary as a couple. That was five years ago. She’d been dead for one. The trial was hell on Anna. Every day she would come home and just collapse on the couch and cry for hours. When the jury had reached a verdict of guilty, Anna didn’t leave the couch for two days. It was finally over. But it wasn’t. Elsa was still stuck in the house and she didn’t know why. She and Anna had done extensive research on finding a way to get Elsa’s spirit to move on to the next stage of the afterlife. Nothing worked. Anna wanted to go to a specialist, but truth be told, Elsa just wanted to be with Anna. She didn’t care about the next stage. She cared about Anna and what was going to happen to her. Elsa was brought back to the present when Anna shifted in her sleep mumbling something. Elsa must have spaced out for a while because the next thing she knew Anna was thrashing around in bed screaming her name. 

“Anna wake up!!” Elsa yelled as she tried to touch her sister’s face but couldn’t. “Anna! It’s me! I’m okay, you’re okay!” It was no use. Elsa didn’t want to do this, but it was the only thing she could think of to wake her sister. She’d only done it once before and it scared the shit out of her. Body possession. Anna had found it in an old book about spirits and had insisted that Elsa possess her. She caved and possessed Anna’s body all of ten seconds before she quit. Now, it seems that’s the only option as Anna was not calming down. Elsa readied herself floating above Anna, did the incantation, and sunk into her sister’s body.  

‘First things first’ Elsa thought. She used her voice to sooth Anna. “I’m right here, I gotcha.” Elsa repeated. Next, she needed to get used to being inside Anna’s body. Anna was still moving around but not nearly as much which Elsa was grateful for. It made it easier to concentrate. Elsa remembered reading that you have to willingly spread your spirit through the body in which you are possessing. It took a bit more concentration, but she was able to spread through Anna’s arms and legs to calm her down enough to stop moving. Elsa just stayed there, spirit spread throughout her sister’s body, wondering when she could stop to make sure Anna was okay. Anna’s breathing was finally beginning to slow down. Elsa wanted to make Anna feel safe. She used all her energy in wrapping Anna’s arms around herself. To make it seem like Elsa was holding her like she used to. Doing so made Elsa sad that she couldn’t do this without possessing her sister’s body. She missed holding Anna most of all. How they would cuddle on the couch for hours on end watching movies. Elsa started to feel herself get angry at the person who killed her. How he took her away from Anna. He took her away from love and happiness. She was losing control of Anna’s body as she did. Elsa needed to get out and get out now. 

Anna awoke with a jolt. She felt arms around her and clutched her necklace. 

“Another nightmare?” 

[mashounen1945]

Preserving tags:

#it's strength of heart.... is this clear

#giving bandee the power of love (and also a big fkn spear and a tonne of insane magical powers. yknow like he deserves)

#he cries the whole entire time he's in there and it cheeses morpho off a bit lmao

#this concept was originally created in response to my gf asking me 'how would you whump bandee'

#and i answered 'obviously he has to be made to hurt his friends.' just like.... objectively. nothing else could hurt that much.

kirbytober 2023 24 + 25: AU + possession [ prev || ]

i just think that if bandee were going to be possessed by something it may as well be the supreme arbiter of the entire kirby universe, right? only the very best for him! xoxo

[socvincjpeg]

Some concepts for a comic I’m planning from an AU of mine called metal to flesh!

[paintedcrows]

Some Oldies in the 80s AU sketches! Grunkle Stan and Young Ford this time.

They are so funny to me. Like to me Stan is completely secure in his relationship with Older Ford. He has just spent MONTHS alone on the open ocean with the guy. Nothing this Young Ford can throw at him can compare. Ford, still a bundle of ego and grudges, has no idea how to respond. Also Bill is a menace

[artsarasp]

Continuing on the brainrot from here. I'm just having fun making the system the biggest bastard. Now, all the peak lords must do some very fun missions to restore SQQ's account/soul! yippeeeee angst time

[Masterpost]

[candycatfalls]

MY ESTRANGED BROTHER STILL MISSES ME, BUT HIS AIM IS GETTING BETTER!

[joyfultalmon]

Possessed Ford I heart you

[deunmiu-dessie]

werewolf!ex-boyfriend who you've been out of a relationship for the last couple of months. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who can't get over you, who doesn't want to get over you. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who becomes dangerously obsessed with you, because you belong to him, he's already laid his claim on you. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who stalks you all over town. werewolf!ex-boyfriend thinking of ways to win you back. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who becomes desperate when you move on to someone else. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who follows you home from work one night. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who drags you into an empty alleyway, covering your mouth. werewolf!ex-boyfriend who whimpers and pleads, humping against your thigh. "just the tip, that's it. you don't mind, right?" ˙◠˙

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[andrew3garfield]

POSSESSION (1981) dir. Andrzej Żuławski