#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!    

[storybook-souls]

watched the new owl house last night and i can't believe that in this show raine whispers ALREADY had to pretend to be brainwashed for weeks (and possibly was actually brainwashed before someone snapped them out of it) and THEN got turned into a living puppet and THEN got possessed. give them a fucking BREAK (by which i mean don't because i'm having a delightful time,)

[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]

Video of the day: the controversial BBC program that preceded the 'found footage' genre

Ghostwatch was a 1992 Halloween TV special created and aired by the BBC. It was made to look like a ghost-hunting show that goes off the rails - and it was presented as a live documentary or news program.

Yep, the BBC gave a bunch of kids the Marble Hornets treatment before there was any awareness of the genre, with some incredibly disturbing twists. Audiences weren't expecting this fiction-as-reality, to say the least, and there was massive fallout.

This was 7 years before The Blair Witch Project, which blurred the same lines in its marketing campaign, if not the film itself.

I'll add more detail and discussion in a reblog, since I don't want this post to get too long.

Content warnings for the video below:

paranormal themes & possession (including discussion of the real-life Enfield Poltergeist case/hoax which inspired Ghostwatch)

CSA (as part of the fictional story)

suicide (both real-life and fictional)

generally disturbing imagery

'mental age' language re: disability

[emberoops]

😶 what did being possessed feel like?

depends on which time you meant.

when it was Nu’Undech, it was watching through my own eyes as I was forced to murder everyone I loved again and again and again and again. I saw and heard and *felt* everything and i felt like I was chained up inside my own mind just screaming and screaming and screaming and begging her to stop. It very nearly broke me.

When it was the weird void thingy, well, that felt like….the bottom fell out. confidence oozed, and I just stopped caring what anyone thought of me. I hurt people because it was fun, I killed people because I wanted to, but everything was at a Dutch angle the entire time inside. It felt off so I did what I could to hide that.

[dancasino]

"absolute power corrupts absolutely" nah man you don't even need absolute power you just need like,,, ONE demonic or sentient sword and you are SET for a corruption arc

Being used as a vessel for the sword or netherite peice of your choice and having it speak or move through you without you being able to stop it IS a pretty nasty side effect though so uh,,, SHAWTY LIKE A MELODY-

[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.

[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

[fictionkinfessions]

I am deeply uncomfortable with AUs that make me incredibly disturbing. Sure I’m funny, silly, a bit kooky and chaotic! I’m a goofy fella? But this?

I wouldn’t hurt Pomni, not like that, not willingly. Sure I’d bite her but it’s supposed to be something you can bounce back from. But here I see me all. Possessive. Actively crossing her boundaries. Hurting her.

No, no, no! They’ve got it all wrong! I’m oblivious and I need to be grounded at times, but I listen! I don’t fully get the scope of human things and their responses to distress and pain and yes, that means I can hurt them, but I really do care about them.

For the moon and sky’s sake! I have the whole circus running for them! The adventures so they can be active and have fun, make friends. I let them have their little funerals. I don’t understand how or why, but I know some things are important and do what I can in my. Own weird way.

Honestly, only one of those stories have got it right with me and Pomni. I can’t register how she thinks or feels, I don’t know the appropriate response, I can be too much and not know how to say sorry, but I really care best I can!

I’m not. Some monster. Right?

I’m based on AM but I don’t hate humans. I care about them so much. I’m just. Not compatible in some ways. And become a bit much.

Caine. The Amazing Digital Circus.

x

[galaxofmuses]

// Ya know one day....I wanna either write or interact a bad end verse Leon. Like him getting possessed and feral from the Plagas? Him doing a lot of dark horror and victims getting killed like a canine? Yeah. I need that shit.

[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.

[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

[candycatfalls]

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