#spiritxing

[myersbprd]

with @spirit-x-ing + continued from here.

John's gaze was flickering between the heavy, ancient door that refused to budge and the church walls surrounding them that offered no suggestion of where to go — when Lorelai's voice broke through his rapidly moving thoughts. Turning to face her again, his brows furrowed. "Yeah, I can still see you." Obviously, that wasn't the answer she was hoping to hear, and one that ushered forth an entirely new set of questions. This entity, the lich, could contain her to the degree that it might even limit her abilities?

For a beat, the trepidation such a revelation brought felt akin to ice trickling down John's spine. Perhaps he wasn't in possession of any sort of powers, yet he could imagine what being stripped of them this way might feel like; no wonder Lorelai had balked at the notion of encountering this being the way she had the other day at the coffee shop. Although he needed her help to ensure that no one else lost their lives to the lich's machinations, he couldn't stop a singular notion from practically ringing in his ears: maybe, in spite of that, this was a mistake. And John knew that if anything at all happened to her, if anything hurt her, he would never forgive himself.

Still, he couldn't dwell on that right now. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't. That would damper his ability to think properly, and there was little John loathed more than being useless. Thus, at the suggestion Lorelai followed with, he allowed a swift nod of his head. "Power always has its limits." Even if the lich could ensnare them in the church's sanctuary, that didn't negate the possibility that finding their way into another area of the chapel might change that.

He was just in the midst of pulling aside a heavy rug to ensure there wasn't some sort of door hidden in the floor beneath when the sound of creaking hinges drew his attention. One of the doors she had tried opened, with nothing but inky darkness concealing wherever it may lead. "Good job." Pulling his small flashlight from his inner jacket pocket, he flicked it on to reveal a crumbling staircase snaking down into further blackness.

Then, John offered her his hand. "I'll go first, and this way, we'll make sure we stay together no matter what's down there." For the first time since the front doors remained barred, a wry grin rose briefly to his lips. "Which I'm hoping includes an exit. And maybe after we walk out of here, you'll let me take you out again. No lich or abandoned church included, I promise."

[magaprima]

 @spirit-x-ing​ sent: Pops head into the cabin. ❝ Hey, Lil~~~~!❞ she sings out. ❝Are you here?!❞ she asks. ❝I went down south and they said you were up here on vacation or something. I brought you a cake to thank you for lending me that demon buddy of yours!❞ she called out before floating all the way inside, holding a cute cake in her hands. Her head and eyes wandered looking around the cabin for any sign of her highness.

“You brought a cake,” Lilith repeated, appearing behind Lorelai in the barest hint of a chilling breeze and the faintest smell of sulphur. She peered at the gift curiously, though more in consideration than judgement, before nodding her approval. 

“And it’s not exactly a vacation, but a rather a...change of environment,” she explained, taking the cake from Lorelai’s hands as she spoke. There was still work to do, just as much as usual, but though she didn’t often deign to admit it out loud, here, in this realm was a more...conducive work space. Pandemonium was full of whining demons and problematic coups that were more than a little distracting. 

“And how did it work out?” She asked, conjuring a knife in order to slice into the cake. “Did you find the information you needed? Or is this cake really for commiseration?”

[womensgloat]

👶 Childhood Friends/♠ Secret Friends 0r 🍊 Stepsiblings/🍐 Older/Younger Sibling

@spirit-x-ing asked: Oooop I forgot to add Shelly Webster :p

oh i love the childhood friends concept! i have a lot of pre-canon lore built for shelly and i never get to use it, so i would absolutely love writing her against someone that's known her since childhood.

[magaprima]

Lorelai was, understandably, lost for words. Generally speaking even amongst witches, celestial blood was a rare occurrence, and it was rarer still for those who believed their families entirely normal. Something which Lorelai, until recently, had been utterly convinced of. Yet it seemed her family secrets went far deeper than cult behaviour and a warlock brother.

And it was something which Lilith distinctly disliked the taste of.

"If you'd ever actually read a bible, or crossed celestial paths before, you'd know that angels, as a general rule, aren't nice. Lucifer wasn't banished for being cruel or violent." No, he had been banished for challenging the status quo, for fighting back against a....problematic hierarchy. The irony was that he had gone on to create his own.

"Even if the celestial soul inside him did have control of both his thoughts and his actions, it isn't likely it would have turned his attention to your absence or your well-being," Lilith admitted honestly. "Celestials tend to be single-minded, their focus only on their own personal goals, with no real concern of who else it might...negatively affect." And yet so many of the mortals idolised them, like the ignorant fools they were.

"However," Lilith continued, "I don't believe your brother is aware of what resides inside him, what his true nature actually is." It was possible she was wrong, but the way the celestial energy ran through his veins suggested an element of dormancy. However, the same could not be said for the rest of Lorelai's family, particularly when she spoke of memories of secret meetings and...suspected secrets.

"Have you thought that perhaps the reason your family seemed to...set you aside, that they didn't appear to care that you were gone, might be perhaps because they're the cause of your brother's...celestial nature?" Lilith asked. "That the strangeness you remember ties back to your brother and his...assumed destiny."

Lilith had an obvious face of disgust and distrust as a minor demon came in to quickly magic the mess. Lorelai herself was about to take a step closer before Lilith put a stop to the cleaning with an aura of authority. She held her hand out stopping the demon in place. Lorelai felt the energy before her and stopped as well. She bit her lower lip as she eyed Lilith nervously.

Cermoniously as she was elegant, Lilith magic the spilled blood into a sphere as the demon had scurried away. Lorelai swallowed confused as she stared at the blood. Its amorphous liquid danced between them as she stared with awe. Was she going to save it for another time, put it back in the goblet? Though the question was clearly answered when the blood started to separate and evaporate into nothingness. Lorelai stepped back leaning a bit away. It was a powerful feat that made her a bit weary. A reminder that Lilith could possibly manipulate her physical being with blood alone.

Lorelai took a deep breath. ❝What was —❞ she started but Lilith started talking once more. She calmed as she listened. ❝Oh,❞ Lorelai replied at first before thinking about it more. ❝Wait what?❞ she asked confusedly. Warlock / magic user, she was expecting, clearly a given. Relative possibly brother, she wasn't so sure. Though a celestial, possibly a Fallen Angel. Nope.

Lorelai shook her head to the side in blatant denial. ❝No...❞ she said. ❝I mean....❞ she stopped her mind was racing with questions before going blank. ❝Puhhh,❞ she blew out overwhelmed. She turned and slapped her thighs with her hands. ❝I....❞ she was at a loss for words before she turned and sat down on a step.

She stared quietly for a while trying to process one thought at a time. ❝You know...you'd think he'd be a nicer person if he was actually part angel... you know,❞ she rasped. Her emotions were getting the best of her now. ❝Or remotely cared about where they took his little sister, never thought to question if she was alive,❞ she stated. ❝Why am I surprised, right? Probably was just happy to be an only child,❞ she stated. She was quiet for a moment.

❝My grandmother not caring, that was expected. My mother... you'd think she would have at least tried to search for me and my brother...psh...who cares, right,❞ she said accepting the fact that he was considered fallen for a reason. Her eyes watered a bit as she looked down and swallowed the bitter information she just received. ❝You think he knows what he is?❞ Lorelai rasped in question as she looked up at Lilith.

[urbxnlegxnd]

@spirit-x-ing - [plotted]

Lee's travels had taken him somewhere he had been before. Not for the sake of his crusade, he had already focused on his crusade the last time he visited the area. This time he was just visiting because he had enjoyed the area the first time he visited and was on a break from his crusade. He hadn't been walking through the area long before he spotted something that made a smile appear on his face. More like someone.

The man had spotted someone he had met in the past unexpectedly and was quite surprised, but pleasantly surprised. The smile on Lee's features widened as he then approached them without hesitation and pulled them into his embrace for a hug, arms wrapping around their waist as he lifted them into the air out of pure excitement.

"Hey girl! How have you been?! This is a pleasant surprise! Been too long!" He said with complete excitement as he gave her a gentle squeeze as they hugged.

[thdramanow]

charistu using their ex-friends weird interests as a fucking smokebomb like YOU BONDED OVER THAT YOU IDIOT COWARD. good thing spiritx got the thread back on track otherwise it would just be shipcourse over shipcourse

🍥

[thdrama2]

The micahverse situation is horrible. Spirit X harassed Micah even after they apologized multiple times till Micah ended up drawing NINE art pieces for them. I get Micah shouldn’t have been petty, but spirit was just as petty and gross imo for harassing a minor like that.

I want to reiterate that as of May 2022 SpiritX was a minor and so it is possible that they are still a minor but I cannot prove their exact age.

Still overkill though. SpiritX took a molehill and made it into a volcano.

[cove-simp]

OKAY YES

I’m trying to get that answer again and it’s just not doing the thing 😭

Okay I think I’m tripping…

I distinctly remember sneaking into Cove’s room at the end of step 3, kissing him, then having him ask “Is that the only reason you came… because you’re h*rny?”

Does anyone know what I’m talking about??

[stadyone]

SpiritX | Stady One

[starlight111]

[myersbprd]

with @spirit-x-ing​ + continued from here!

John couldn’t tell if Lorelai had heard him or not. Standing beneath the church roof as he was now, everything outside sounded far more distant than he felt it should. Perhaps in another circumstance, he would have been tempted to chalk it up to feeling unsettled by the odd atmosphere of the entire place, yet when he aligned it with everything else — ? Presuming anything of that sort to be imaginary struck John as immensely foolish.

Before he could walk the short distance to the door to check for her outside, she was there. The sudden pleasure he garnered just at the sight of her wasn’t unusual anymore, but it somehow still surprised him; it was much like her, in that way.

“Nothing concrete yet, just a lot of little things that’ll add up to something else. Or I hope they will, anyway.”

With Lorelai’s hands on his shoulders and the worry etched across her pretty face, John couldn’t quite help himself from brushing some of her dark hair back behind her ear. “There’s an indent carved into one of the tombstones for a key that matches the one on the other grave we found. I’d brought the key I made from before, that’s how I got inside.” Pressing his lips together, he paused for a short moment, then continued, “It just feels weird in here. And I’m kinda regretting that I dragged you into it.” Maybe the strange aura surrounding them within the chapel walls was nothing, yet he couldn’t shake the trepidation that it might be something — and if it was, and it affected her, that was an outcome he couldn’t abide. “D’you think this might be dangerous? Not the lich, I mean whatever’s going on inside right now.”

That was when John’s other hand rose to brush against her waist, a slight tension in his fingertips. He couldn’t forget how Lorelai had responded when confronted with the possibility that this investigation might revolve around such an undead being, nor could he neglect the silent promise he had made to himself to protect her. “I don’t want anything to hurt you. It’s all right if it’s me, but I don’t want it to be you.”

[kye4some]

10/9/19

[myersbprd]

As John's gaze scanned the rooftop ( for something that might have been dropped, a clue as to which way the stranger may have gone — anything ), he tried not to imagine the conversation Hellboy was likely conducting with Manning right at that very moment. He could have found it funny, the way the tables had currently turned in that regard, if the circumstances were different. Instead, he remained dubious that the incident at the cafe had accomplished anything that made it feel worth the trouble some of the agents back at the field office were surely dealing with to follow up on it.

Whoever Lorelai's buyer was, they were now aware that John was searching for them. They certainly wouldn't allow their guard to drop as they had earlier in the alleyway, before they had noticed his presence. Surprise had felt like his primary advantage ( another agent, one who didn't know her, would never have tracked the two of them down so quickly ), yet he had lost it.

Nevertheless, it wouldn't do any good to dwell on it. Certainly, it wouldn't turn back time.

Focusing on what he could do, John traced the perimeter of the roof with a careful gaze. Even in their haste, it wasn't likely that the suspect had left anything behind without retrieving it amid the chaos down below while he and Lorelai had been occupied; he wouldn't be much of an agent if he failed to check, though, would he?

Despite the attention levied at the roof beneath his feet, he never fully let his guard down ( that was one of the first things he had learned in crisis negotiations: do that, and you and everyone else are probably already dead ).

Of course, that only worked on this side.

When hands fluttered in front of his face and a voice stirred against his ear, John knew who it was. His posture tensing, he still couldn't help the faint shiver that traced down his spine at the sensation of her breath along his neck. As it was, he almost didn't expect Lorelai to show herself as he shifted to face her more fully, anticipating that she might blow away with the breeze just as quietly as she had arrived.

But there she was. Regardless of her teasing words, there was no semblance of levity in her bearing: eyes downcast, shielding herself with an arm across her body. So, Lorelai knew. She knew that her sudden disappearance hadn't been nothing, that leaving John to wake up alone in the hospital after facing the Lich hadn't been nothing. He wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse, though he was wavering towards the latter.

"I was kinda under the impression that you hoped we'd never meet again at all. Or maybe that's still right." John pressed his lips together. "But to answer your question, I'm committed to protecting people. That's why I'm here."

Always so good at compartmentalizing his emotions, he managed to shoved the worst of them down deep with the thought that he could handle them later, when they wouldn't be a distraction ( a time that never came, really ). He could do it again now. He could.

John's gaze flickered upwards, then back to Lorelai. "And that includes you. I don't know if whoever hired you explained exactly what you'd be stealing, but it's dangerous." The truth of that statement was still carved into his mind ( finding the Professor murdered on the library floor, the portal to the Ogdru Jahad that Rasputin had been desperate to open, the Behemoth summoned in a final vengeance to kill them ). He had nearly lost everything. His life, sure, but more than that: the lives of the ones who would eventually take the place of the family who had left him behind, and the future of a world he still believed in. "I know just how dangerous. And I've got no clue if it means anything to you anymore, but I'm asking you to trust me on that."

A pause followed, even as the dull thrum of indignation returned to John's chest. "I don't want anything to hurt you."

It was like a circus on full display. The confusion of the fender bender before them, the confusion of their stunt in the coffee shop behind them. She watched as John's training stepped back in and took the lead. Gathering info and making up a lie to cover up her little panic ❛oopsie.❜ She headed to the back and found the location of the internet modem, stuck her ghostly hand in it and short-circuited the machine. It won't erase the moment of their appearance from the cloud. However, it will cover most of the questions afterward. She was sure the BPRD had a hacking team for that kind of stuff anyway.

She could tell that he was overwhelmed and confused, so she figured it was best to linger away. She was attached; she could find him as long as he stayed attached. She ignored the few nosy ghosts that gathered at the location and headed down a back alleyway. She crossed over and popped out her cell. She noticed a text message.

Why did you save the agent? I want those notes.

Lorelai swallowed. 12 million was on the line because of obscure occult notes written in German or Dutch. She didn't know, she didn't bother to translate. It was coded.

None of your business. She typed before erasing it.

The transaction doesn't need to involve innocent deaths. When and where do you want to meet?

She waited until her cell vibrated.

Tomorrow, 11:45 PM at 945 Magazine St Fine

Lorelai sighed before putting away her cell. This was it, her big gig and she was going to blow it. She looked down pushing back the guilt that was nagging her. Her thoughts wandered back to John. She wondered if he was okay. She wondered how she would even approach him or should anymore. He's probably upset about why she left him at the Hospital. He's probably pissed off about the mess she left him and Bureau to clean up.

The truth was, she liked him. Maybe too much, she tried hard not to think about him during quiet moments like this. It was easier to distract herself with the dead, her duty as a warden, living, and trying to make ends meet. No one wants to see a loved one die. No one wants to outlive those they care about. She has done it, she has felt it. She's not sure she's ready to go through that pain again. She swallowed as she realized she was subconsciously spinning the engagement ring she was supposed to pawn. She lifted her hand and looked at the ring and sighed. She looked up and away before crossing over.

She thought of the pawn shop and appeared in front of it. A spirit of a man who got shot lingered. Lorelai swallowed. ❝Are you ready to let go of the guilt of your mistake or not?❞ she asked. The man looked at her before groaning, still stuck in his death state. ❝Look man, I can't help you if you don't want to accept you messed up and died,❞ she stated. ❝I can send a reaper later,❞ she stated. The guy shook his head.

"I'm not dead, I'm just shot," he stated. Lorelai nodded and sighed before sensing John nearing once more. She turned her head before seeing him through the veil shining lightly. He was feeling better, and his spirit wasn't as dim. ( Mostly because of her prior actions. ) She watched as he headed back to the alleyway before letting the string work its magic. She suddenly felt pulled towards him and appeared once more. She looked around confused. Then noticed he was now climbing up a ladder.

❝Ugh...John,❞ she whispered to herself. ❝Duty calls, huh?❞ she noted. Figuring he was still searching for clues for the suspect. She grimaced before watching him climb to the top before appearing behind him. Like a specter, she floated behind him. Watching him catch his breath as he started to search around. She was grateful her client was gone. Lorelai swallowed not sure how to appear and approach him. She landed softly behind him and hesitated, reaching out for him.

She shook her head, before looking up and away trying to psyche herself more than anything. She suddenly appeared, sneaking up from behind. She lifted her arms up and wrapped around him. She playfully covered his eyes with her hands. Her mouth neared his ear as she whispered.

❝Couldn't find another agent to take the case?❞ she paused as she pulled away a bit. ❝Or are you that committed to getting yourself killed?❞ she breathed near his neck. She finally uncovered his eyes, pulling away, before appearing to step back. She wasn't fully crossed over. Mostly just appearing so. She suddenly hugged one arm, as guilt started seeping in once more. She looked down and away. ❝I was hoping if we ever met again...it wouldn't be like this,❞ she finally admitted sadly, a hint of bitterness evident.

[hexenmxdchen-blog]

[ @xderanged-spiritx  ✭ ]

A lot of things were currently going on at the Coven. Some witches were stressed while others clueless on what to do. In times like these Pandora would find herself coming up with ridiculous ideas that sounded good at first but upon further thinking turned out to be foolish. Going to the well-known murder house to find some more information on Michael was one of these things.

Curiosity was in her eyes as she opened the door to the old building. Something lingered in the air but Pandora couldn’t point out what it was. This place gave her a weird feeling. Was it the history of that place or knowing that there might be a chance of something going wrong that let a shiver run through her whole body; she didn’t know. 

She was walking around, trying to see if anyone of the spirits were present but to her surprise it didn’t seem to be the case or maybe she just hadn’t looked around much? The girl stopped in her tracks as a noise reached her ears. Someone was there, that was for sure. 

“Is someone there? Show yourself! I just want to talk. ” 

[cove-simp]

🎉🎉🎉EYO WE GOT THERE🎉🎉🎉

(big thank you to everyone who contributed)

@purplespacefairy @yukidragon @sunflower-spiritx @whitewitchnamine

[spirit-x]

Introduction Post :D

I probably won’t post as much as everyone else on here but hi! Online I go by Ash, Spirit or Spiritx and my pronouns are They/Them as of right now :]

~ I follow cool art people :D ~

I came here from Twitter to escape the toxic drama floating around and I can say it’s a lot calmer lol. My Twitter is @/Spirit_Vortex and I still occasionally use it

I post art sometimes. Mainly focused around skating and nature

I use tone indicators a lot as it helps me and it’s helpful when others do too (you don’t need to if you don’t want to but it’s nice!)

I used to be a lil bit active in the dsmp community?but now, as it begins to die down, I’m more of a passive member. I still watch the cc’s occasionally(ranboo, fundy etc.) but I’m not caught up on any lore whatsoever :]

If/When I do post art, feel free to reblog but don’t repost without asking and without credit (eg. being tagged in it). Have a wonderful day fellow human!

edit: damn i just redownloaded tumblr after a year omds i’ve changed 😭