#feat. spxnglr

[cantfixyou]

CHARLIE & EGON : A CHARACTER MOODBOARD.

A STUDY IN... seeing is believing, asking for help with something very niche and getting it from the person you'd least expect, double the deadpan snark, regular mental and emotional check-ins as a love language, logical approaches to emotion versus emotional approaches to logic, never needing to say you're friends outright but just knowing it.

a holiday gift to the absolutely extraordinary pops / @spxnglr ! getting to write with you this year was honestly one of the highlights of getting to write charlie in general, and i hope next year we can write together again. have a wonderful wintertime my friend !!!

[cantfixyou]

in the five years she's been chasing ghosts, one would think she'd have trained herself to not have this sort of thing happen to her. but they don't exactly teach classes on possession or how to prevent them, and as she'd just told him, this has only ever happened once. and that spirit, it was a child. fitful and defensive and cranky, but still only a child. but whatever's got its claws in her chest ISN'T a child. she's got a sinking feeling it isn't even human. it's already leaving its mark, nose bleeding, hands shaking, got her seeing things. even when physical human contact is made, a firm older hand taking hers with the utmost comfort and strength, nothing quite stops. time keeps ticking on. doctor spengler's got her. that much is clear. can't say the same for much else, though. she can't even SEE right. this thing's taking her eyes from her too. she's blinking, squeezing her eyes shut, shaking her head when her eyes are closed, trying all the little tricks. attempting to soft reset herself. but nothing is coming into focus. she opens her eyes and he's a half-realized blur. she looks up for a moment and the sky is a washed-out, amorphous violet. she gets to hear him curse, though. it's so unconventionally him, she's never heard him get anywhere close to this in their short time as friends, and it makes charlie look back to him, a single loud, audacious LAUGH bursting out of her. it's a ray of light breaking through clouds. she doesn't mean to. she's not laughing at him - she'll swear on it. she's laughing at everything going on. how bad this is. enough to make someone match her candor. what a refreshing, macabre rarity. she listens, staring intently at the vague outline of his glasses, pretty sure she's got her eyes on his, shuddering things in her unfocused peripheral jutting toward her every other heartbeat. her next blink is in surprise rather than an attempt. " hey. thanks. " she doesn't know if he meant it as a compliment, but it sure feels like one. she'll know how, because he knows her well enough to make that call. that she's a fighter. he's smart like that.

" the... " she breathes. in and out. almost a sigh. but not quite. hesitation. " the last time this happened, they sort of forced themselves out of me. " the exit had made her head swing back like whiplash, gave her the nosebleed. like someone had punched her. this darker thing, it's going to TEAR OUT OF HER like a bat out of hell. and while panicking isn't going to do anything now, her hand tightens around his, her welling fear put in their palms. " we're gonna be alright. " the reassurance is for both of them. as if she wasn't about to go through a minor exorcism. but she doesn't look away, keeps her eyes where she's pretty sure his are. " just... hold onto me. yeah. " quick nods. she's about to put EVERYTHING into him. this is so much surrendering and vulnerability she's not used to. she might cry. " don't let go until you absolutely need to. okay ? " because when she literally gives up the ghost, he'll need to leave her alone for a moment to put it to rest. and that scares her more than anything.

@cantfixyou - continued from here.

HOWEVER COMPOSED HE WANTED TO REMAIN, HE ALSO KNEW FAR BETTER THAN TO UNDERESTIMATE THE POTENTIAL REPERCUSSIONS OF POSSESSION. Indeed, he himself had endured it once before, and though it hadn't presented much in the way of immediate problems or significant harm, the psychological effects had lingered for a little longer than he would've liked. It'd been a dawning realisation, the fact that however equipped he was on a physical level, he was still human, and thus vulnerable in many other ways. Thus, in an effort to offer a slight balancing of the odds, he'd managed to achieve the remarkable feat of rigorously training his mind and conscience, the desire to render himself immune to such forms of attack and manipulation driving him almost obsessively - and, against all odds, he'd succeeded.

WHILE HE HAD NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT IN THAT REGARD, THE SAME COULD NOT BE SAID FOR HIS COMPANION. That wasn't to say that she wasn't a strong, formidable character - more than once, he'd found her unwavering resolve remarkable; admirable, even - there was only so much assistance he would've ever been able to offer her in such a short space of time, the secret to his own protection having not been included. Perhaps, once they were both far away from this mess, he'd change that - but for now, all he could do was remain close, his hand reaching for hers as an immediate response to her command, his other arm wrapping itself around her shoulders, fingers coiling around her arm and forming a strong, supportive grip.

❝ Not if you wreck its shit first, Charlotte. ❞

IN ANY OTHER CIRCUMSTANCE, HE'D HAVE BEEN AS UPFRONT AS POSSIBLE. However, as he witnessed her already-struggling form, he couldn't have hoped to hide the mild terror that was deeply etched onto his features no-matter how hard he might've tried. For now, at least, she didn't need the truth - she needed strength. As much as she could muster.

❝ It's going to be difficult - but I need you to fight it. As hard as you can. You'll know how. ❞

HIS VOICE REMAINED FULL, EVEN IF, INTERNALLY, HE WAS STRUGGLING. Possession was a far less predictable experience than he ever wanted to admit, and the fact that, at this stage, he was practically powerless to intervene did nothing to ease the churning mixture of grief and anger that bubbled away within him.

❝ All you have to do is force it out. I can do the rest. I'll put that bastard down for good, I promise. Just keep your eyes on me, alright? I'm not going anywhere... ❞

[bloodyxballetmoves]

𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴?

To love

You're the kind of person who's hopelessly in love with love itself. You want to live your life chasing after beauty, seeking out the silver linings in even the darkest of places, crying tears of adoration because some things are just too splendid and profound to behold without overflowing. Perhaps others call you naive, deride you as a hopeless idealist for wanting to believe that this universe could be a place worth loving. But you are not ignorant to matters of unsightliness—you have simply decided that they cannot degrade the value of what is truly precious. For you, love is essential. You probably believe that the root of suffering is the disconnect between reality and the heart's cherished ideals. There's something very special about people like you, who stubbornly, tenaciously sing of love in a world so many others find countless reasons resent. The beauty of your existence is that it requires no grandiose feats, no lofty legacy that outlives it in order to have purpose. It is enough to be here and let your love grant this universe meaning. Without people like you to appreciate it, there would be no value to the grandiose or the miniscule. You are the universe fleetingly comprehending itself and falling in love with what you see. You probably collect photographs or mementos of your favorite memories, and believe full-heartedly that to love and lose is better than to have never loved at all. Even so, it's likely you avoid things that remind you of painful experiences, because you want to dedicate this existence to loving as much as you possibly can and wallowing in regrets too long will make your heart grow bitter. You've lived and live on out of love, so you don't want to waste time lingering in loveless places. You probably treasure your loved ones deeply, perhaps even reverently. It's a splendid thing to be able to see the best in people, but you must be careful not to put them on a pedestal. Make sure that you are in love with the reality of a person and not who you believe they have the potential to be. Likewise, do not overlook condemning faults in your desire to see everything as worthy of salvation, or you run the risk of adopting dangerous ideals. However, even you have moments in which it is difficult to find things worth loving. Do not let these troubling times disillusion you—you're here because you believe love is worth living for. And it is, so do not be afraid when your journey leads you to pass through loveless places. There is always beauty to be found somewhere, and as long as you put faith in the knowledge that you will find it again, you will be able to bear anything.

Stolen from: @spxnglr Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it

[timewatched]

@spxnglr​  asked:  ∗  45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ cheek ] .

                     it  takes  everything  in  lorelai  to  not  give  in  to  her  natural  instincts  and  push  him  away  from  her.  his  closeness  was  something  she  allowed  herself  to  get  used  to  one  day  at  a  time.  egon  had  managed  to  secure  a  special  place  in  her  soul,  a  feat  no  one  had  ever  succeeded  in  before.  her  breath  hitches  as  his  lips  connect  with  the  tender  skin  of  her  cheek,  his  neck  brushing  against  her  own.  goosebumps  made  their  way  all  over  her  body,  heartbeat  picking  up  as  she  allowed  herself  to  finally  breathe.  “  what  was  that  for?  ”

[cantfixyou]

❝ i know i sound like a broken record, but you need to hear it. ❞

assorted prompts | always accepting ! | from @spxnglr | ❝ i know i sound like a broken record, but you need to hear it. ❞

she feels a little bit like a CHILD at the moment, putting up this fight. like she's being coddled. it's not his fault. she's always been a leading-type, always stood tall among her peers. hyper-independent in the last few years, rubbing shoulders with total isolation. it makes things worse, her insides tight. the immediate response to everything is banter, whip cracks, defense. put enough people off, drive enough people away, and no one gets hurt but her. but when you take a more thoughtful approach to her, a more scientific one, suddenly every move she could ever makes is out the window. she's smart, but she's not methodical. spengler's got her beat.

" i know. " and it's a soft sigh. she WANTS him here. she wants a friend. they just vibe well. they click. she really enjoys listening to him talk, and he takes a particular keen interest in what she has to say. it doesn't take much for her to get the humor, the empathy, the heart out of him, and vice versa. " but it's better than... " she huffs. pauses. " i don't know. " tilts her head back in her chair. closes her eyes. she reaches out one time, and suddenly it's an open door. she has to let him in. but something keeps scaring her. she does know what it is. it feels better than losing another person. a little, rumbling groan. she's already upset, and now she's upset at herself too. this is why she tries not to think about any of this too hard. but he's right. she needs to hear it. ' you do not need to be alone '. ( she does not want to be alone. ) " you don't sound like a broken record, doc. " it's still soft. her apology there, with the nickname. " you sound like a caring adult who is worried about their friend. " she calls herself that, and she hopes, deeply, DESPERATELY, for no correction. " i just... i've been by myself for five years. worked pretty hard to do it, too. " she's got a sad, sardonic little smile on her face. " so this - " she looks over, motions to him, to her, the armslength and a half worth of distance between where he stands and where she sits. " - is new. letting someone into this world. " another pause. " i'm... afraid. " just another thing to be scared of.

[cantfixyou]

“  no.  don’t move.  you need to stay still.  ”

injury prompts pt. ii | always accepting ! | from @spxnglr | “ no. don’t move. you need to stay still. ”

her eyebrows come together, the look of pure incredulity plain on her features even in the gloom, but she does stop nonetheless. she makes an effort to still, to even everything out, breathing and heartbeat slowing like they're not - what's the way he puts it ? - trying to ' bust a ghost '. it's easy, something she's done a hundred times before. it's dire and risky, where they're at, but she's been through much worse. but this time, she doesn't quite know why they're doing it. " this isn't jurassic park, doc. they'll see us whether we move or not. " but her voice is just as soft, low, face matching up with the tone. a tang of dry humor there. she may not understand why he's made her stop, but she trusts him enough to not lead her astray. these are HIS kinds of ghosts, not hers - inter-dimensional, inhuman, a little demonic. she has to trust him. " well. mine do, at least. " it's much softer, to herself. " super easy, when some of them have technology in them advanced enough to monitor heat signatures, and are hardwired to the internet. " she's kind of rambling, not super aware of it being because of the NERVES of this being a new kind of experience for her, but still unmoving otherwise.

[cantfixyou]

‘  you  have  to  live .  ’

the haunting of hill house prompts | always accepting ! | from @spxnglr | ❛ you  have  to  live. ❜

she hears him, and she nods. but she can't look at him, can't bare the thought. she can hear too much in his voice, this unusual break of level-headed neutrality she found herself relying on, and she knows its BAD. whatever passed through her, whatever may still be in her, he's got some read on it, and if it's gotten to him like it is, it's going to terrify her. " okay. i'm okay. i'm okay i'm okay i'm okay - " who's panicking ? not her. she's just a little out of breath. hyperventilating, but just a tiny bit. like she lost her balance while ice skating and hit the frozen lake back-first. she's FINE. she's got a nosebleed that just won't stop, and every time she blinks she sees disembodied shadows pass through her vision, but she's okay. she's been through worse. " can i - give me your hand, doc. " she's sitting up now, huffing, petite hand reaching, grasping at open air trying to find him. " please. " it's shorter, firmer, the feeling edging in. the SHAKING is starting in those hands of hers. " i've only been possessed once before, and i've got a feeling this isn't going to be the same. " she's smiling when she says it, half of one pulling at one end of her mouth, like it's funny. morbidly so.

she takes a breath. two. three. in and out. the shadows are crawling. every time she focuses on them, they jitter, disperse, reappear just a bit further away. OH. " tell me what's about to happen. " charlie squeezes her eyes shut. reopens them, looks over, eyes too dilated and a little blurry to properly focus. " don't sugarcoat it. " she wasn't expecting him to. she liked to think they respected each other enough for him not to. " this thing is about to wreck my shit, isn't it ? " he's going to put it in a much more mature and well-educated way, but she's smiling when she says it, so she hopes it makes him smile too, even if she won't be able to completely see it.