#possession cw

[fictionkinfessions]

I love doing domestic stuff as a fictionkin you don't even understand like. I've done so much. I've solved crimes. I was a demon who really wasn't very good at being one. I was a pop sensation. I was in a Danganronpa-esq killing game. I was an AI running a scientific facility. I was a puppet who got eldritch madnessed. I've ended the world at least thrice, and saved it countless times as well. I traveled through time. I blew up a country. Today, I cleaned my mirror. Later, you'll find me in my kitchen, making eggs for lunch. Last night, I listened to Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture on my record player. When you go amazing places and do amazing things, you can find a lot of beauty in simple things.

Please, don't forget to find beauty in your day to day. It is everywhere we look!

x

[signofthestriking]

My entire technique boils down to

these dancers share a move and god as my witness I will explain why in increasingly different ways

canon is cool and all but what if I like this better

hey these are the same person

why do the lyrics seem creepy when you consider possession is a very real threat in this world

what if we made this coach evil

[dentarthurdent]

“that boy went into pokémon tower two weeks ago and hasn't returned”

[markr-art]

Some fanart of a really cool Rhys and Jack Fantasy AU a couple friends have!! Jack is a Lich King and Rhys found his phylactery, linking their souls.

Give me a 🔁 if you 💟 what I do!    

[sirsparklepants]

ficlet prompt jason gets scratched by something on patrol, small, barely bled, but then he starts losing chunks of time.

Oh, anon, you're speaking my language. I *love* missing time possession shit.

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Huh. He hadn't thought that little scrape was enough to get infected.

Jason wasn't even sure how he'd gotten it, actually. He stayed pretty armored up on patrol, no exceptions, but something must have got him in that little gap between wrist and jacket, because there was a tiny patch of broken skin there, throbbing and hot.

Well, it wasn't surprising it got infected, he guessed. Anything that could have gotten him while he was distracted was probably some grimy Gotham surface or other. He loved this city, but Jason more than anyone was aware of just how dirty it could be. It was just a little scrape, though. He'd clean it out with rubbing alcohol and put some Neosporin on it, and that should take care of it.

*

Jason needed a coffee. Maybe two coffees. Or a triple espresso. He tried to keep his helmet on during patrol at all times, but tonight he clearly had to make an exception, because he'd zoned out on stakeout and had managed to miss everything but the tail end of the meet he was spying on. Enough to get a little information, but not as much as he needed. He'd spent hours up here and he hated wasting his time, and he hated the delay in getting those drugs off the streets even more.

Jason gritted his teeth and took a couple of deep, slow breaths. It was done. Spending the energy on anger at himself was useless, and worse, it made him more likely to slip up again. So. He'd get a coffee. He'd act on the information he had. He'd do better next time.

And, if he was lucky, he wouldn't have one of those weird nightmares that left him sore with tension and almost more tired than when he'd fallen into bed.

*

That wasn't where he'd left that gun. Jason wasn't prone to memory problems, especially when it came to his weapons. He was meticulous about them, and he knew none of the rest of the family would have touched them. And no one else knew the code to his safe.

He frowned to himself. Well, maybe it was. Nothing had tripped any of his alarms or shown on his cameras. He'd been so tired lately. Maybe Jason had set the pistol down there. Maybe he hadn't cleaned it. He hissed to himself as he picked the gun up. That damn scrape. It still hadn't healed.

*

What the *fuck* was happening to him?

He was outside his apartment, with his holsters but without his helmet. The domino was on, but barely - Jason could feel where the adhesive was sloppily applied. His knuckles were scraped and bruised. It felt like he'd broken a finger. Like he'd forgotten how to punch with his thumb outside of his fist.

Had someone drugged him? Was that why he didn't remember leaving? Or what time it was? Or, he realized uneasily, what day it was?

Slowly, feeling almost like he wasn't in control of his body, Jason lowered his fists. Along with everything else wrong with his right hand, the scrape still hurt, a bright flash of pain that somehow he felt over the deep, throbbing pain of the probably-broken finger. He should get that checked out, he thought distantly.

Dissociation. That must be why he felt so calm as he turned around mechanically and began the walk that would take him to - where was he going? Jason felt slightly to the left of himself, like he wasn't really present. He should be worried about this, he thought, but he couldn't remember why.

[harbingrs]

Consider: trope where one person is evil/possessed/brainwashed/etc and uses their intimate knowledge of their friend(s) to verbally wreck them.

What I love about this trope is that it's so meta. As an audience, we can casually talk about the character's weaknesses or flaws or deepest fears that way, with absolute fondness.

As an audience, we love traits like "loyal to a fault" or "always the last one to catch on" or "looks out for number one" or "struggles to connect with anyone" or "fails to live up to their own standards" etc. They're what we adore so much about the character.

Seeing them confronted with their flaws/weaknesses/fears in such simple and brutal wording? The character's emotional response to facing who they are to us as an audience? Chef's kiss. Love it.

It's also a "brainwashed battle" sub-trope when it leads to "I know you don't mean it, I know the real [friend's name] would never say that!" even as they're struggling with the genuine hurt of hearing that from someone who loves them.

Here's the kicker: we, as an audience, love them. And we were talking about them like that long before their brainwashed friend was.

[investigator-with-thorns]

M̷̪̄a̴̯͊k̸̲̿e̷͚͘ ̷̛̮m̸̙̃e̶̹͛ṟ̶̿ȑ̸͙y̶̜̌ ̴̧͊w̷̒͜i̷̥̋t̸͓̒h̷͍̊ ̸̫̔t̴̛͉ḫ̵͗e̴͔͗ ̶͔͐k̷̪͋i̵̘̚ṋ̷͗ğ̶̩ ̸̠͊ï̷̻n̸̥̍ ̶̹͊ỵ̸̇e̴͔͝ḽ̴͂l̶̟͆o̴̲̿w̸͎͊ ̶͉̂f̷̨̉o̶̬͠r̶̗̚ ̴͖̓ĥ̶̼ê̶̖ ̶̖͐i̵̯͂s̶̢͌ ̷͈̚s̶͎͊u̵̩̇c̷̗͂h̵͖͋ ̶͎͝ȁ̶̗ ̴̱̎s̶̡̔p̶̘͋o̶͛ͅr̶̹̿ṭ̸̈́i̴͍̐n̵͇̄g̷͍͛ ̴̹̏f̴̜̓e̵̻͐l̷͚̒l̸͖͠o̸̫͐w̵̜̚!̶̤̔ ̴̝́D̴̘̽a̷̖͂n̵̮̍č̶͕è̸̙ ̷̼̄f̸̫̓o̶̳͛r̵̦̒ ̷̨̐s̴̛̳u̷͍̒č̴̖ẖ̵͆ ̵̯̅ā̸͜ ̷̙̈j̵̬̎o̶͕͆y̵̡͗o̸͈͛ú̸̺s̷̥̆ ̶̭̾t̸̢͛h̸̰̿ị̶͑n̶̡̋ģ̴̇ ̵̲̃ȁ̸̪ş̸͝ ̸̗͝m̶̛͙e̴̮͠ë̴̟́t̵͙̓ì̵͎n̸̡̊g̶͈͒ ̴̮́ẅ̶͜i̶̫̕t̴̢̽h̵̝́ ̵̖͑ȏ̵͈ū̸̘r̶̳̚ ̵̡̌ẍ̶͔́a̵̧̾n̸̜̐t̵̪̔h̴̭͆ō̸͓u̴͈͛ṡ̴̟ ̵͖̓k̴̦͆ȉ̶̡n̸̦͐g̷͙̚!̵̭̐ ̸͓͠D̸͔̕ō̶͕ ̴̹́ņ̵͑ō̸̯t̵̙͒ ̸̺̍c̵͙̑ṙ̷̭ŷ̵͙ ̴̬͝a̸̜̚n̷͍̕d̸̾ͅ ̶̤͗d̷̫̚ò̸͈ ̶̤̚n̶̫̔ǫ̵̉ṱ̶͛ ̶̞͗b̷̜̎e̶̝̊l̶̡̇l̶̡̍o̷̜͛w̶̾ͅ ̷̺̄m̷͕̈́à̴̳k̵̲̚e̶͙͆ ̷̤̑m̴͈͑ë̶̳́ȑ̸̪ŕ̸͎y̸͕̋ ̵̪͝ẃ̵͍i̴̧̛t̵͕͐h̶̦̔ ̴̎ͅt̶͇̉ḧ̶̼e̶͔͘ ̷͇͠k̷̼͠ī̷͔n̴͔̿g̷̰̃ ̶͚̄i̸̬̒ṅ̵̤ ̸̺̆y̸̥̑e̵̺͛l̵̫̀l̸̽͜o̵̭͝w̶̢̄!̷͕̌

[badnote]

my portrayal of cheryl mason is under reimagined lore, so she is loosely connected to the plot of her source media but there are some differences if you read her background information. that being said, she is about ninety-five percent of the time, possessed by the demon that had initially possessed jodie, her adoptive mother.

the line between the demon and cheryl is quite blurred, it is a part of her, just as much as the "good" half of alessa's soul is fused into cheryl's. this demon is more or less, a reflection of a darker side of both cheryl &. her biological mother. with cheryl being an incubator for this demon to harness its full power, which is fueled by general demon nonsense alongside dabbling in some cannibalism.

being an incubator takes a lot out of cheryl, if she isn't constantly allowing the demon some sort of control; she will quite literally die and her body reflects that every time she attempts to take full control. she already deals with chronic pain regardless, the cannibalism easing it somewhat for whatever reason, but she is more prone to seizures in these moments.

tdlr; miss ma'am is haunted by the horrors and if she tries to not be haunted by them, she will die xoxo, but in all, cheryl is a generally unsettling person on vibes alone. she is still "herself" but she is just a weird and freakish person tbh. her expressions are a bit vague and unnatural, her pupils are blown out and her gaze is a bit vacant but she's just a girl <3

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

Dom is slowly walking towards Oscar welding a bat with nails preparing to strike {have a possessed bitch XD}

Okay, so. Dom creeping up on him to bonk him with something wasn't new. But usually it was something silly and harmless, like a pool noodle, or a squeaky hammer or some shit.

Not an actual bat. Let alone one with nails in them.

So when Oscar noticed Dominick armed with it and stepping towards him with purpose from his peripherals, Oscar was admittedly freaked out as he turned to face his younger brother.

"Whoa whoa, Dominick, th' fuck???"

Something wasn't right.

[fictionkinfessions]

Gods this is so confusing. Why do I have vague memories from Yami Bakura *and* Thief King Bakura if I'm for certain Ryou? Was all of that one soul fragmented and corrupted by the darkness? I'm still very sorry for all I've done, even when I wasn't in control. #👁💍

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[candycatfalls]

I know bill's crying rn

[xazse]

Cw: A/b/o dynamics + Omegaverse + Alpha!Satoru x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Suguru + my Abo dynamics are different so sorry + mentions of anal + smut + knotting + crying + size difference + biting

If you’re meant to be Sugurus Omega that means you’re definitely Satoru’s, you don’t get a choice they’re a package deal, they can’t stand being away from one another so they went against everything that alphas stand for and bit each other: now fully intertwined with one another.

Suguru yearned for you, he knew he had to have you, those nights where he was ravishing Satoru and feeling something was missing, an itch he couldn’t scratch, he hated it, he hated how rough he’d get with Satoru even though the blue eyed man said he enjoyed it so much.

Knotting Satoru was something he loved but the thought of knotting your little cunt alone drove him mad, made him so hard he’d think about it all day, constantly having to go “adjust” himself.

When he finally had you, he went absolutely fucking mad, he couldn’t stop smelling you: you smelled like cookies and vanilla. He couldn’t stop licking your soft supple skin, your spongy cunt that he’d have to finger for a good while to get you ready.

And of course he’d have Satoru by his side just as thirsty for the sight of you, he’d be fondling your tits and giving you long drawn out kisses that you’re eager for, like a puppy.

There was no argument about who got to fuck your cunt first, that was always going to be Suguru, he was gonna be your first for your ass as well.

His leaky redden tip lined up with your awaiting slick hole, his counterpart distracted you with sweet words, Suguru couldn’t afford to be sweet right now, he slams his fat cock in one swift move, the whines that spill from you do nothing but egg him on. He pushes your legs toward yourself and the sound of skin meeting skin feels the room, he fucks your soppy pussy so messily, he’s been craving this for so fucking long, he’s constantly readjusting his long hair that he doesn’t bother to put up, your pussy is just the sweetest thing.

When his fat tip starts to swell inside of you, you’re crying into Satoru’s kiss, he knows it hurts, your first ever knot is always gonna hurt he tells you in a comforting tone.

You don’t know it but Satoru absolutely is obsessed with you also, you look so cute crying trying your best for them, trying your hardest to accept Suguru’s fat knot, youre small compared to them and he loves it.

When Suguru bites you, all you see it white, he isn’t surprised that you passed out, you’re gonna have to do it all over again when it’s Satoru’s turn.

[socvincjpeg]

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

[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]

[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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[meggahamicide]

CW: blood and gore! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Takin’ a break from writing to do some doodlin’ and got carried away…