#weird shadow rat entity thing…

[crowthingexe]

idea ive been messing around with that hyde is/can be a weird void creature thing idk. somewhat based off one of the arts from mazm when he looks something like that. tbh i just think he’s fun to draw like this lmao

[unamzi]

Tell me about the lore, i wanna see your thoughts on it and stuff 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

O.ok man.

The visitor is an entity so large that compared to the size Sam can comprehend before his mind completely breaks earth is literally only a pixel on the screen. It is not it's full size. What we see of the visitor is only one of it's eyes. We learn this in the hardest/best ending in the game. It acknowledging you makes you mutate/transform into a sort of monster that are referred to as cursed revealed by the easiest to achieve ending in the game.

Most people that become cursed go insane but some don't (from what I can list off the top of my head: Hellen, Leigh, Joel, Mutt, Lyle, and others)

Oh yeah btw Sam is the guy you play as. He's estimated to be in his 30's, is an unemployed shut in, and has no friends up until the apocalypse starts.

Joel, the rat child, and Sophie are kids he can adopt. Sam killed Joel's entire family btw and does guilt over it. You need to feed your arm to a face embedded in a wall in a distorted maze of the first floor of his apartment building to adopt it. Also the first floor is invaded with rats and it's implied that the wall mouth and another weird rat thing are connected physically.

Oh and uh yeah some cursed can physically change the space around you (minor reality bending yay!) this is shown mainly with Leigh making the hallway she chases you in as a giant monster much longer and making holes appear in it's flooring, and the entire first floor becoming a giant confusing maze. Also there's the landlord apartment that has turned into an active warzone and he's kidnapped people that crashed into the lobby using a bus to make them his soldiers and distort their sense of time so it feels like they've been there for decades.

Sam has around three full on stalkers, all with their separate bad ending/game over. Lyle is a guy that stalked you back even before the apocalypse started that worked at the same convenience store as you. If you attack him he'll try to trap your soul in a photograph forever so you can be together forever. He'll lose your photo while exploring. You are still sentient and can hear + see oh yeah and you can kiss him twice. The shadow is something that. Well we don't know what it's deal is but it has watched Sam sleep before and has given him a human tongue + a rose in the past so. Also you can invite it to live with you safely. If you accept to go into it's cloak when it's in your room you'll be pulled apart organ by organ slowly, tenderly, and carefully until you are blind deaf and unable to do anything. It is described that after it has finished, "when the pain starts, it never ends." Finally there's spine our favorite girl stalker who has been implied by her dialogue to have been stalking Sam for years. She lives in a meat version of Sam's apartment that appears when you turn the lights off in the apartment next to his. It is said that she cuddled up to him every night, completely invisible but able to be felt. She will, only with consent given if the original battle lasts long enough, "remake Sam", which is basically pulling him apart, adding and removing and swapping his limbs. Their minds will be fuzed together.

Also Sam can have mental breakdowns in front of his mirror.

There's a cult of 4 people (previously 5 until one of them gooped up) that wish to get into contact with the visitor. To make them achieve this goal Sam must get a photograph (Lyle helps with some of the equipment + developing it) get a manuscript of some guy developing it, camera footage of the visitor, and lastly a painting. Best case scenario they turn into a fuzed biblically accurate angel otherwise if you got it all wrong they all become cursed separately and worse case scenario if you brought a hamster instead of one of the offerings the earth will either get eaten (and implied the universe to follow) or the hamster becomes the god rat and starts destroying cities and eating people while they're fuzed to it. Either way of those you end up fuzed to it too but your consciousness varies. And by varies I mean from being eternally hungry for something (preferably flesh) to "you scream because you know you will never die"

Oh and btw the gooped up 5th cult member is called Sybil and they live in your wall as an eye after having turned into meat goop. They used to live on apartment 12 on the first floor but they claim to have lived next to you. They have memory issues.

Oh yeah and btw the way you get the painting is by going into the dark studio of a guy that has clones of himself made out of paint in it, most having murderous intent. Not all tho, some are low-key chill.

Oh and also there's a woman in a pipe that has a crush on a guy named Nestor and if you encourage him to go see her after she wrote him a love letter and you delivered it to him she'll jump out of the pipe,bgo into his eye, and turn him into a parasite. He'll then run away as a decapitated head, arms, and legs! One of the arms laid eggs in the vents and the head will go to a guy named Eugene who's a shopkeep and go on top of his face to possess his body. If you try to convince to not do that he'll possess Sam instead. "Can't you hear him screaming under there?" -quote by Nestor, after being asked if Eugene is dead

Hellen (possible companion) used to be a gardener, Ernest was a homeless man, Papineau was (and still is in a way) a janitor, etc

Dan, Morton, and Harriet are three characters I care enough about to talk about to do this about. This isn't a confusing sentence. They're people you can find cursed and not cursed when they knock at your door. Morton and Dan are people you can recruit to your party, while Harriet is the mother of Sophie (the kid's someone you can recruit). Dan used to be a streamer and also is a weird bone marrow eating caterpillar after he looked outside. Morton looked outside either way he just goes insane or not depends

All I can think about talking. Sorry it isn't much

[msdrprofessorjessica]

Alchemists Apathy Shadow Animatronics

Shadow Animatronics have always been a thing since Fnaf 2 and then got expanded upon with later games, Fnaf 3, 4, and World, making more minor appearancesas the story went on, like Shadow Bonnie in Fnaf AR, the Shadow Paper Pals in SB, Shadow Bonnie in UCN, etc etc. For Alchemists Apathy, it is a little bit different, so I'm going to go over each revealed Shadow Animatronic and talk about it.

Starting with the ones we know, Shadow Freddy!

Born after William's first murder back in August 8th of 1983, before The Big Bite, before the two disappearances of the owners wife and the other owners daughter, there was one Lily Brooks who had disappeared and was thought to never be found again. When Lily had met her fate, Shadow Freddy was born. Unlike the other Shadows you will be seeing on this list, Shadow Freddy is the embodiment of William's evil. It clings to William, using him to live and feed. William never knew of Shadow Freddy's existence, nor did he care. He first found out about the creature after the Freddy Fazbear's Plus You project ended back in late 1995. William went back to destroy the animatronics and punish the children because they stopped listening to him. Shadow Freddy helped him lure the characters to the safe room, where William would destroy them.

Shadow Freddy popped up in other locations after that, proving that William was still around, alive and well. But as time aged, Shadow Freddy began to deteriorate, as William was locked away from the world with only himself, the world seemed to forget William Afton. Shadow Freddy was the embodiment of William's evil yes, but also the embodiment of his legacy. As people began to forget him, he lost the form he had. He was crumpled, a source of evil without anyone to latch onto. When Springtrap was finally freed, he started to finally rise up, but when the fire at the pizza place happened, Shadow Freddy died with William. Only a few remnants remain of Shadow Freddy, and the little that was left died so a new entity could live on...

Shadow Bonnie, the culmination of almost every incident involving Animatronic Entertainment as a whole. Being born from The Big Bite, Shadow Bonnie was simply written off as a hoax as during the last days of the building, people noticed that Spring Bonnie's shadow would be in different places. One in the arcade, one in the near the stage, and one near the elusive ballpit. With each pizzeria and diner Fazbear Entertainment has made, Shadow Bonnie seemed to exist at each one, taking on a new form each time. The sightings grew with each incident that it could no longer be written off as a hoax.

Shadow Bonnie never died unlike Shadow Freddy, it continued to fester, using dark remnant to survive. During the Fazbear Funtime Service, some users reported feeling a sense of deja vu when encountering the shadow, and feeling almost rageful when surrounded by this "dark remnant". Other animatronic locations reported seeing the shadow rabbit as well, Candy's reported it during 1988 when the introduction of the "New Candy and Cindy" were introduced to the public. Other locations seemed to have their own type of Shadow characters, but unlike Shadow Bonnie, no photographic evidence was ever found. Speaking of photos, something weird would always happen with any photo of Shadow Bonnie. When the internet began sharing the photo of a Shadow Bonnie in multiple Fazbear locations came up, it always had the same start to the file name. "RWQFSFASXC". No one knows why, which became sort of a nickname alongside a shortened version known as "RXQ".

Shadow Rat and Shadow Cat/Candy. Reported to have existed when The Rat and Cat have separated. Only a few people have been reported to encounter both of them, one of them is a woman named Mary Schmidt. She found herself with a sense of fear around the shadows, even going out of her way to say she even survived an entire night with the Shadow Candy, though, surveillance footage showed her tampering with the animatronics and then shutting doors and activating the cameras night vision constantly. Sightings of the two shadows disappeared when Rowboatics Corp filed for bankruptcy. Though, when people were exploring the abandoned factory before it collapsed, people have said they could still feel the presence of the two watching over them...

Shadow Lockjaw or as most people called him, Shadow Frankburt was reportedly seen after the disappearance of Brian Fitzgerald Peterson. He was different than the other shadow animatronics, he was seen around multiple locations, the 2014 Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the 1987 Fredbear's Family Diner, and the briefly opened Fazbear FantasyLand location before simply disappearing for good. What made him different than the other shadows listed was that he was described to be different each location, but not like Shadow Bonnie. Shadow Frankburt also described to make people feel a child-like essence, or an nostalgic feeling when around him.

That's all of them, there might be more later but these are the ones you get for right now...

[m--rtyr]

Sorry if you already have a post on this or smthn! But I’m really curious as to why Aph would cannabalize people in MyS? And also is this a trait that’s in ur MCD rewrite? 👁️👁️

Can u maybe plz ramble about this bc I love the concept and I’m curious

(idk how coherent this is it was 1:30 when i wrote it and i haven't reread it lmao)

TW: Cannibalism, auto-cannibalism, sacrifices, blood magic etc

A

okay

mmhm i can do that! i do have like 800 posts about cannibalism, but i don't think i've spoken much about it in my MyS rewrite.

Okay, basically, all of the aphverse series are somehow connected in my rewrite. Aside from maybe MID since it's set on earth… but like, MCD, MyS, A Royal Tale, Mermaid Tales, etc, all connected somehow. Every version of Aph is a reincarnation of eachother, aside from MCD Aph, who is a slightly more complicated case.

BASICALLY, Irene is an asshole. She had a lot of power, which she gained through sketchy means, and used in the form of sketchy magic. Particularly, she used a lot of blood magic, which was the form of magic which predated even her and Shad. It's a particularly taxing form of magic, and it requires a lot of sacrifice (literally). Blood magic requires blood sacrifices, and lots of them, which Irene was lucky to have from so many many people, giving her a lot of freedom with her usage of it. However, specific sacrifices held a certain… magical value. Due to the emotional aspect of human sacrifice, it was the form that gave the most power. All that to say, with all the magic that Irene had left after the war, she decided to pulverise herself completely. She knew that she couldn't die properly, as a god, but she could destroy every speck of her physical form (save her heart, which remained intact). 

However, from the immortal pool of gore and viscera left behind by her death, Avra (my version of Aphmau) was born. This would be fine, if not for the fact that blood magic was what bound Avra into form (an SK got hurt moving through the temple, and the blood landing upon the stone did count as a sacrifice, even if accidental). This melded blood magic into her very being. The only other relevant occasion where blood magic is melded into someone is THE SHADOW KNIGHT TRANSFORMATION PROCESS. And that is complicated bc technically the SK is the sacrifice… its weird, Sks are weird. ANYWAYS, my point is that force-joining a living entity with blood magic causes them to have a very, very strong desire to consume juicy, juicy meat. For Sks, this often manifests in the form of craving the meat of the creatures they fear eating the most (Sks who have a fear of rats will want to eat rats, Sks who have a strong moral compass will want to eat people). However, as Avra's body was constructed from the immortal blood of a goddess who received a whole lot of human sacrifices, wow she now craves human meat (especially human hearts) above all else. who is surprised? but she will settle on others. This is because creatures of blood magic do not oft receive sacrifices, and so have developed to instead hunger for meat, and such, gaining their power from consuming the hearts of their prey.

This hunger is given many names. The Calling, The Hunt, it's a whole thing. It's all-consuming, and painful, and Avra struggles with it often.

ONTO MYS, this hunger carried over through reincarnations. I've made the small decision, pre-poll completion, that her first displays of cannibalistic qualities happened when she was young. She would bite other children often, and chew very aggressively at the skin of her fingers, and inside her mouth, and such. Her fingers are scarred from this, and she keeps her nails short bc the longer they are, the easier they are to tear off with her teeth. that said, she likely wouldn't actually eat anyone until much later on, even though she would frequently have intrusive thoughts about doing so throughout her life.

other characters who are Blood-Bound will also experience some displays of auto-cannibalism, biting tendencies, extreme love of meat, etc, though most are not as severe as Avra. They were merely transformed with blood magic, she was born with it connecting her every fibre. 

[agnol117]

Series I, Part VI

SCP-027 - The Vermin God

This is another one that’s just sort of tragic. The SCP itself is some unknown force that causes vermin to swarm around an (apparently randomly selected) individual, who can’t turn it off or control it. As such, the Foundation has the guy in containment, and he’s just kinda got to deal with it. It’s sad. Guy didn’t do anything (except be involved in the investigation into the first known host), and now he’s got a vermin swarm.

This is also one of the first cases I’ve really noticed of a poorly placed [DATA EXPUNGED] ruining the mood of a skip. Here’s the quote: Shortly thereafter, crawling animals (including lice, cockroaches, worms, spiders, [DATA EXPUNGED], mice, and rats) will begin to appear; What could that be? What could they possibly need to redact there? It doesn’t make the thing creepier in any way, it just makes it seem goofy. And it loses a point for that.

6/10

SCP-028 - Knowledge

This one’s just sort of weird. You walk into the area, you gain complete knowledge of a random subject. It’s neat, if a little bland. I think the report would’ve been better served by more reports of banal knowledge gained from it, rather than “complete knowledge of SCPs” or “seemingly normal thing and also [DATA EXPUNGED] about it.”

5/10

SCP-029 - Daughter of Shadows

This one might have real world religious/mythological basis? I’m not sure, and I’m not familiar enough with the religion in question to actually know. It’s an Indian girl who might be connected to Kali or might just be some sort of unrelated entity who’s co-opted that mythology. Either way, she’s evil, she likes to kill people by strangling them, and her skin is slowly turning all black. It’s fine. I don’t really care for it, but I don’t hate it, either.

5/10

SCP-030 - The Homonculus

Another one that’s just kinda weird! I like Ariel. They’re just a creature. A little clay dude of unknown origin who just wants to do science. They’re cool.

7/10

SCP-031 - What is Love?

I’m just not feeling this one. It’s a creepy sort of plant monster in a hotel. It may be causing spatial anomalies. It’s whatever.

2/10

SCP-032 - Brothers’ Bride

I’m told this one has connections to another SCP (1440, apparently), and while I am going to check that out for more context, I said at the outset that I was going to look at each skip as its own thing. And taken on its own, I don’t know how I feel about it.

It’s weird. As is probably becoming increasingly obvious at this point, I like the “weird” ones more than I like the specifically “horror” ones. The problem is that the weirdness of this one is hard to pin down – it harms living things and unprocessed things. However, because it’s so specifically a counterpart to 1440, it’s kind of hard to evaluate it on without that. It’s a cool idea, and the writing of this one is really good, but without the additional context the story feels incomplete.

6/10

[obscurebelief]

Strange Obscurial Headcanons (pt 3/?)

part 2 here

Aurelius and Eleven have a little bit of a connection due to having powers, hers with telekinesis, his with magic. They aren't exactly besties but can sometimes talk or sit in silence of each others company.

He is the first to talk to her about the Obscurus given later on, the Mind Flayer and the Obscurus looked similar in shadow and smoke so he felt it right to explain to her he's had this since he was younger due to magical repression, trauma, and self hatred over being possessed by another dimensional entity.

Aurelius also didn't want to be labeled as a monster or some enemy by the party for something the kids and Steve didn't get. So well, tell the most powerful person among them before they all flip out in cause the witch accidentally shows flayed like symptoms.

He senses there was something off with the rats as well as Nancy and Jonathan had. He saw their weird nature, how they were destroying themselves and acting very strange. And he felt something was off since when animals act strange in such a large number, something was wrong. He just didn't know it was the work of some idiot Russian people and a part of the Mindflayer that remained.

Another obvious thing that he wasn't flayed is he doesn't hear the Mindflayer's voice in his head. There is no connection there, no long game. Just unfortunate shared symptoms. And he'll be damned if he ever took a cold icy bath. While he is okay with autumn cold, water ice bath would make him really freak out since no thanks.

He only allows Eleven to look into his mind once to prove he wasn't Flayed. The only few times he let his mind be open and not resist. Proving he wasn't secretly working against his will like a puppet.

He learns he really likes Eggo waffles as well as El, they just weirdly taste amazing. And when he stopped freaking out in awe at how a toaster worked, he happily eats them a lot for a snack.

[id-pack-archive]

Image ID

A transparent drawing of Subspace from the Roblox game Phighting. On the bottom of the image is a pink gradient that is underneath a light blue frill pattern. To the right of the drawing is light blue text with a pink outline with a dark blue shadow behind it, the text reads “Magnus starozzes on tumblr” underneath that is words that read “I want, I want to be – a machine!” with each A being replaced with a star, that text is the same color as the previous text. Subspace is drawn as a skinny all white humanoid with pink curved horns on the top and side of his head, he has a pink and gray gas mask with a thing of cloth wrapped around his head covering one eye. He is wearing a sleeveless stripped black sweater with a single wrapped on sleeve in gray and pink over his right arm.

Plain Text

SNPT; cryptids , purgatory , and light

System Names: Sunshine Collective, Shadowfolk, Terror Machine, The Upside Down System, The Absurdity Collective, The Laboratory, The Cloudy Sun, Cryptid Collective, Purgatory System

Names: Dawn, Doc, Sunday, Sunny, Via, Sky, Skylar, Summer, Apollo, Azul, Azure, Celestia, Cloud, Solace, Katherine, Keir, Lagoona, Siren, Entiyne, Eyesia, Lumi

Pronouns: they/them, it/it's, thing/thingself, Un/Uncanny, Mu/Mutation, Stare/Staring, Weird/Weirdo, Crypt/Cryptid, Ent/Entity

Titles: Doctor/Doc, The Dreadful Dr, The Terrifying Entity, The [Retracted] who Sunbathes, [Retracted] with the lab, Lab Rat, The Mutation, [Retracted] who studies, the experiment

Note: so sorry if these are kinda lazy— genuinely didn't feel like looking up purgatory so I went off what I thought it meant. Thank you so much though! I hope you're currently having a good day too. Also, the [Retracted] means insert your name, pronoun, or gender

Tags : @.id-pack-archive

heya! if you’re taking requests for snpts, may i ask for a theme of cryptids, purgatory, and light? i hope you’re having a good day! 🫶

-⛅️

｟ SNPT ;; cryptids , purgatory , and light ｠

System Names : Sunshine Collective , Shadowfolk , Terror Machine , The Upside Down System , The Absurdity Collective , The Laboratory , The Cloudy Sun , Cryptid Collective , Purgatory System

Names : Dawn , Doc , Sunday , Sunny , Via , Sky , Skylar , Summer , Apollo, Azul, Azure , Celestia , Cloud , Solace , Katherine , Keir , Lagoona, Siren , Entiyne , Eyesia , Lumi

Pronouns : they / them , it / it's , thing / thingself , Un / Uncanny , Mu / Mutation , Stare / Staring , Weird / Weirdo , Crypt / Cryptid , Ent / Entity

Titles : Doctor / Doc , The Dreadful Dr , The Terrifying Entity , The [RETRACTED] who Sunbathes , [RETRACTED] with the lab , Lab Rat , The Mutation , [RETRACTED] who studies , the experiment

Note : so sorry if these are kinda lazy— genuinely didn't feel like looking up purgatory so I went off what I thought it meant.. Thank you so much though!! I hope you're currently having a good day too . Also, the [RETRACTED] means insert your name , pronoun , or gender :3

Tags : @id-pack-archive

[luventi]

ROOMMATES WITH DEMON BOY!CHILDE

synopsis in which you move into a suspiciously cheap apartment only to find out you’re now roommates with the mischievous demon boy that “haunts” the apartment, and now you.

warnings afab reader, fluff, humor, enemies to lovers? (reader hates him at first lol), modern au, suggestive and explicit themes such as monster fucking, double penetration, cream pie + un protected sex, but mostly just lots of fluff and humor! wc 1.8k

note this was apart of my childe birthday week special! lower case is intended and this is more of a quick overview of your relationship together than a full written out fic. but i worked really hard and i would appreciate if you reblogged and commented to let me know you enjoyed it! thank you and look forward to more! :)

you knew the offer was too good to be true. a half priced apartment located downtown and was reasonably close to your university and job? it was as if the heavens were blessing you!

but you should have listened to your friends when they told you that it was sketchy. “an offer that good? no way, the apartment probably has a cockroach problem or worse rats.” but you were too busy on cloud 9 to heed their warnings and so you signed the lease.

everything was okay in the beginning! your friends came by and helped you inspect the place. no sign of cockroaches, rats, or any other unwanted animals. but sadly you did not check for unwanted entities.

to say you were a but optimistic at first was an understatement. you were practically singing with the chirping birds every morning you woke up in your new ‘perfect’ apartment. you were so happy you didn’t notice things starting to go missing.

at first they were small things; a granola bar or two, your sweater you left on the table, maybe some papers would disappear without a trace. but you just chalked it up to your bad memory.

but then came the really weird things. like your clothing more specifically your underwear that you just laid out mysteriously going missing. or your laptop that you just set down to get a snack.

and then there was the laughter. you could only hear it if and when you paid enough attention. mostly in the middle of the night when you couldn’t sleep. it scared you, just a bit, but again you made up an excuse and went to bed.

but on one particular night the laughter was extra loud, and it was accompanied by the sound of creaking floorboards getting dangerously close to your bed.

you tried to shut your eyes tighter and turn away from the sound but your curious nature compelled you to open your eyes and find the cause of it. but as soon as you opened them you were greeted with a tall wispy black shadow in the form of what you assumed to be a man. he was standing in front of your bed with something in his hands.

you were frightened. too afraid to move or speak. just shock still in your bed, you didn’t even have it in you to scoot away when he started to walk closer to you. in fact your brain couldn’t even process what was happening currently. all you could do was stare at his looming figure come closer and closer until his large hand dropped something on your lap.

your underwear.

and that’s when you finally had a reaction.

with a scream you threw the garment at him and moved your fist to what you assumed to be his face. “you pervert!” you shrieked not even slightly aware that normal people don’t call shadow demons perverts but instead run away from them.

but before your hand could make solid contact he disappears into thin air and moves across the room near your window. you could see him slightly better now, his smile was menacing but boyish in a way. his features not much but gaping white holes for eyes and as for his body? nothing but a cloud of smoke. all you could truly make out were his large hands—with sharp nails at the end—and small horns.

and then he spoke. which made a shiver run down your spine, but you did not know if it was out of fear or…other reasons. “do you usually punch all the demons you meet?”

you scoff, which is not the kind of attitude you need right now. what you need to do is run out the building screaming for you life. “do you usually steal peoples’ underwear and then throw it at them in the middle of the night?”

the demon laughs. a deep throaty laugh, “no. i only do that with people i like.” and with that he’s gone in a cloud of smoke again.

turning around you try to see if he was hiding somewhere, but he was no where to be found. in your state of paranoia you ransacked your entire apartment in hopes to find him. but all you received was a sleepless night and a bunch of angry neighbors.

and as the sun rises over your hunted apartment you pick up your underwear thrown across your bedroom and pass out.

the next few weeks were a trip to say the least.

they consisted of childe (who you found out was his name when he spilled an entire bag of flour on your floor and spelt it out) trying and for the most part succeeding in bothering you.

as well as you (who is this close to breaking your lease and having to deal with the fines but you know you don’t have the money for it) trying and failing to expel this shadow demon from your home.

“holy water doesn’t work, that’s just an old wives tale.” childe informs you from his spot. he’s currently hovering above you with a bowl of popcorn. he’s taken it upon himself to also eat everything you have in the kitchen, “hey it’s not my fault! i get hungry and it’s not like you’ll let me feed off your life force.” he once said. you didn’t know if he was joking or not. you hope he was.

“and how do i know you’re telling the truth?” you angrily tap away at your laptop not bothering to look at his new ‘human form’.

“ginger freak” is what you like to call it. he hates it and it just makes it all the more perfect.

childe hums in regard to your question. “true, you can always just try. but i’m telling you doll it’s not going to work. besides you don’t like having me around?” he says with a wiggle of his eyebrow. “i’m an absolute delight ya know.”

slamming your laptop shut—which startles him and he almost drops his bowl—you get up from the couch and point your finger at him. “you are the worst possible thing to have ever happened to me.” and then you swiftly turn and walk away. leaving him shocked because he’s never seen you that angry at him.

more time passes and you give up with trying to get rid of childe. in fact you try your best to get him to follow a few rules you’ve set.

you hand him a piece of paper. “okay so, no coming into my room when not invited and absolutely no more stealing my underwear, okay?”

childe’s hand comes up to rub his chin like he’s deep at thought. “hmmmm, can’t i just have one pair all to myself?”

“no.”

“pretty pretty plea—.”

“I SAID NO.”

surprisingly childe was quite understanding. it didn’t necessarily stop his mischievous ways but he did become just a little easier to live with. so much that you’ve started to enjoy spending time with him.

“do you think i’m attractive, like i’m a good looking?” you ask him one night while you’re watching a slasher film.

he instantly perks up and turns to you fully. “if i say yes will you let me fuck you?”

you hold back a bitter insult and wave him away. “you know what, never mind i knew better than to look for reassurance from a horny demon anyways.”

but you can’t say you’re not curious.

over the many months you’ve been spending with childe it’s no longer a secret you’ve developed a small crush on him. he’s caught on and it’s obvious he’s wanted you for awhile.

but you don’t know if he wants to pursue you romantically or just in bed. until one night he sets up a messy (but thoughtful) dinner.

you two share pasta while laughing about your first encounter together. acknowledging the many months between then and now.

you admit this entire thing is crazy. you haven’t even told your friends yet but you let yourself just go with the flow. opening up to childe and vise versa, he has many stories to tell and you’re always eager to listen.

and when you were finally ready you were very eager to give yourself to him too.

“you sure about this?” he asks you. his blue eyes stare down at your naked body. it’s not like he hasn’t dreamt of ravishing you but he wants you to fully consent before doing it.

reaching out for his hand you link your fingers with his. “i want you, please.” and instantly the hand intertwined with yours grows in size.

sex with childe is…amazing to say the least.

he’s rough but tender, holding you close to his body as he fucks into you just right. he sometimes starts speaking in a tongue you don’t understand but his deep voice only makes you wetter with each growl.

he wants you often too. and everywhere. from the bedroom, to the shower, to on your living room floor. he can go for multiple rounds and it tires your human body out easily, but he’s always two steps ahead of you. bringing you a bottle of cold water and a snack to nourish your fucked out body.

“don’t you think i’m done with you just yet lover.” he whispers in your ear making you shiver against him.

you also learn he can take many forms too. sometimes he fucks you in his human form, but most times it’s in his true form. the black shadows will engulf you and spread around your body like ink when you ride him. seeing nothing but his white hallow eyes amidst the clouds of darkness.

and when you’re greedy and hungry for more? he’ll give himself two cocks to fuck you with. filling your pussy and ass as much as you want him too. it’s filthy you know that, but it just feels so good. to have him take you however he wants to. his shape shifting body finding new ways to make you cry out for him.

“you…you okay doll?” he pants in your shoulder still haven’t pulled out from inside of you. you’re both laying on some cushions childe hastily thrown on the floor. his seed coating a small portion of your thighs and body from precious rounds.

not able to speak you shake your head yes littering kisses on his pale skin. you can taste his sweat, it’s sweet in a way. “good,” he says pulling out and making you whine at the loss of contact but he’s quick to shush you. “don’t tire yourself out love, we’ll resume soon enough just let me clean you up first okay?”

“okay,” you whisper to him as he gets up to go to the kitchen. “oh and childe?”

“yes lover? what is it?”

“i love you childe.”

he smiles. the same boyish smile he had the night you met him so long ago. you would have never believed you could be friends with this demon let alone fall in love. “i love you more.”

so maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea to choose this apartment? because as annoying as he may be there’s no one who makes you feel more special or important than your cheeky, chaos inducing, ginger demon boyfriend.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Did you hear about the Fraktz haunting in New South Wales (1995ish)?

It has gotten a little folklore-y and probably sensationalised over the years, but the basic premise is that Dina and Hans Fraktz were one of those overly helpful religious types, and were raising their three kids (Curtis - 11, Angie -8/9?, Louisa-May - 3) just about the same.

They lived in Albury, NSW which is in Australia in a dept of housing place, not much room but they made do and were always grateful to god about it. Enough that, as the story goes, it catches the attention of some demonic entities.

Belphorn bets that Lucifer can't corrupt the whole family in under a year, and of course the overachiever that he is, the head of hell says 'Hold my beer mate' and goes to work.

It starts as every horror movie starts, weird noises, bad dreams, smell of decay, something in the corner of their eye, etc. Louisa-May is the most sensitive, and of course, gets taken first after promising something to her 'imaginary friend'.

The paediatrician isn't sure what to do when her frantic parents present at the clinic with a toddler that keeps cackling maniacally and contorting in ways bodies shouldn't. They rationalise it's probably ehhlers-danlos sydrome or a varient, and this needs further observation. A referral for a specialist is provided, and that's that apparently.

Of course with a 'sick' child, the stress and tension in the house is high. Dina and Hanz are having whispered not-arguments so the kids won't hear, and Hanz pretends to ignore that Dina's gone back to smoking ten a day to keep herself calm. In the same way she turns a blind eye to his fermented grape juice dinners... and breakfasts.

Curtis shows the stress by acting out at school, getting detentions frequently and just skirting away from suspension by technicality alone. His friends distance themselves, he has no energy for footy anymore, and he can barely concentrate because something is always just behind him. He screams himself awake, begging it to just leave him alone, he'd do anything to just be left alone.

"Anything?" the shadow asks one night in late June, detaching from the wall. There's a few variations of the pact that the demon makes, but they all boil down to 'you can't be scared of us, if you're one of us' and Curtis is so tired he accepts.

The next morning Curtis is muttering in ancient sumerian under his breath, with bloodshot eyes and a strange echo to his voice.

Hanz speaks with their local minister about an exorcism, or some sort of spiritual guidance. A bake-sale to assist in medical care is organised, and a prayer night held for the two Fraktz children.

Nothing seems to change. Dina can only turn the crucifixes in the house rightside up so many time a day, and starts to just walk past them now. Who cares anymore?

Morning and Evening prayers go by the wayside, and even saying Grace falls out of fashion because its horrifying to hear it babbled back in dead languages, or one of your children shrieking at the holy words burning her ears...

By September, Dina's exhausted. Something's scurrying in the walls at night and she knows its not rats, it can't be. She checks on Curtis and Louisa-May to make sure it's not either of them climbing the walls again.

Hanz won't get up anymore, so she tends to wander the house with a flashlight trying to find the noise, and ignoring the lingering sensation of something breathing on her neck. She ignores it, because their minister said acknowledgement gives it power.

Something has written an ominous message across her kitchen wall in what is either blood or thick jelly, and that's the straw that breaks the camel's back. Dina bursts into tears and starts yelling for whatever was doing this to get the FUCK out of HER HOUsE because she JUST WASHED THAT WALL and WHO DID IT THINK IT WAS to go doing something like that?

Something knocks a few jars over, and four slash marks appear on the bench. Dina's scared but still angry, she screams at the air, turning in every direction. "What do you want? Tell me, and I'll do it, just leave us alone!"

By the time Hanz stumbled into the kitchen, swaying and dizzy from his skinfull, Dina wasn't there anymore. Well, at least, her body was.

Hanz would tell his neighbour, the minister and his church group about finding Dina walking on the ceiling and singing an old lullaby to the sleeping Louisa-May in her arms. She reportedly screams at him when he asks what in god's name is she doing?

Terrified, Angie asks her father if she can go stay with her aunty (Meryl) in Woodonga, just a town over. Hanz readily agrees, and drives her there himself, before again seeking assistance from the church.

The minister, clearly not ever having been prepared for such things when he'd accepted the small town position, was at a loss and offered platitudes. Using comparisons to Job to try and help Hanz feel that his faith was merely being tested, and not that God had abandoned him...

For the first time in his life, Hanz began to doubt in the power of the Lord. He left a few journal entries around October 1995, many of which contained the phrases "I feel like I'm going mad" and "I know I'm not crazy, but it feels like I am", as things spiralled out of control.

The main barrier to accessing help, is that Dina, Curtis and Louisa-May were perfectly capacble of acting like themselves when people came around. So Hanz came off as having some sort of mental health episode, and the minute they left, things deteriorated again.

At his wit's end, Hanz locked himself in his bedroom and begged the lord for help. Sobbing and pleading, clenching his hands so tightly in place that his nails pierced the soft flesh between his fingers and the crucifix imprinted on his palms.

It was not entirely clear what happened after this point, as the tales all like to make interesting claims but the key point is there were no actual witnesses, except Hanz and the already 'taken'. But by the next morning Hanz had been subsumbed by the entity as well.

Despite being with her aunty, Angie continued to have nightmares that she would shriek herself awake from, well into late November. Her aunt and two adult cousins would take turns reading to her, distracting her, and reminding Angie about Christmas coming up soon so she had something to look forwards to.

They also took turns sleeping on the floor by her little bed in the guest room, so that there was always someone to point out there was 'nothing there and nothing can hurt you' when Angie woke up distressed. [Her older cousin Deliah has a book about the ordeal, and I think it might be in e-reader, but you can google it if you want.]

So Christmas rolls around, and excitement for Santa overlays even the deepest fear of shadows, which seems to breathe some life back into little Angie. Her aunt is relieved, but is still fighting to get some in-home supports for her brother, his wife and their other two children; she knows something's wrong, but suspects it might be something in the old council pipes...

Angie struggles to keep her eyes open as the countdown begins, and just managed a solitary enthused 'tooooooooot' from her party blower before falling asleep on the couch against her other cousin, Javin. The adults laugh uproariously and take photos, for when she's old enough to be embarrassed by such things.

Oddly enough, the new year seems to have snapped the rest of the family out of their funk, as if 1996 has a power all of its own. Things seem to slip back into place as if people had not been puppeted by a demonic entity for nearly 12 months...

Down in hell Lucifer was fuming and Belphorn was far too smug.

But what could be said about the bet? Lucifer was bound to lose, because he didn't possess all the Fraktz.

[slasherkisss]

4 a scenario, maybe a not easily scared and weird (persevered as creepy by others) reader with pennywise? You can also make this into a headcanon if this doesn't work for a scenario!

[Its a kind of soft, fluffy thing... also Pennywise giving you bones]

“Y/N... Hey! Hey Y/N!”

Pennywise’s voice appeared directly next to your ear but you didn’t flinch. Hell, you didn’t even look up from your spot against an old, worn down box as you flipped through a book you had brought to read in your spare time. The old piece of rotting wood creaked with dangerous warning groans but it was sturdy enough to hold your weight still. Crossing one leg over the other, you took your time in flipping through one last page, knowing it would annoy him to no end, before finally acknowledging his presence.

“What is it, Pennywise?”

You dared to glance to your side and you saw his glowing eyes widen and his teeth form into that terse, cute (read creepy to everyone but you) smile that you adored on his mouth. He scooted closer to you, as if trying to shove himself onto the box at your side like some sort of annoying cat, and tilted his head. Wisps of red hair tickled your cheek, making you roll your eyes as you scooted over to let him on.

His head bumped into your shoulder.

“Hmmmm-What’cha readin?” He cooed out curiously, his clammy hands wrapping themselves around you, as if trying to unnerve you. He probably was, but, they were just cool and comforting if anything else. You smiled and held up the book you were holding.

“It’s a book about a guy kidnapped by a serial killer and ends up becoming a serial killer himself. I think you’d like it. The author has some hard core descriptions of the guy pulling people’s teeth out and eating them. It’s cool!”

Pennywise grinned and that grin morphed into a laugh. One of those chortled, silly laughs he did. There was a reverberation of something darker behind it though, just lingering in the corners like shadows in your vision. He plucked the book from your hand, making you whine in protest as he examined the hardcover copy with that contined echoing laughter.

“Don’t lose my page.” You huffed with a frown, watching Pennywise stare at the book with curious eyes before shifting them to you.

“You’re a weird human, Y/N! A weird, weird little human! Don’t most humans find this... disturbing? Gross? Tor-ter-ous?”

He emphasized each word by tapping your nose with a free hand, making you laugh as his claw grazed your chin. He smiled wider, those teeth sharper now as he all but chucked your book to the side, making you whine in protest.

“It doesn’t matter, I think!” He declared, standing up, “I have something better for you!”

“Better than my serial killer teeth murder book?!” You bemoan as you gaze at the watery space around you, sure that your new read was lost to its swampy moisture. Great, how were you going to explain to the librarian that you’d never be able to gt that book back? The fees you’d have to pay...

Suddenly Pennywise was in front of you, his face intensely close to yours as he grinned. His breath, like cotton candy and rot, washed over your face and made you smile despite yourself. You loved his intensity. His eerie uncleanness to humans and his efforts he put into being himself. Of commanding fear. Those who were terrified of it didn’t see the beauty in it, certainly. They were blind, unlike you. 

“Look, see?!”

He opened his hand up and you looked down. A small pile of rodentia skulls rested in his hands, their bones hitting together and jingling like strange keys as he showed them to you. Your heart leapt and you grinned, reaching down to touch at them curiously. They were picked completely clean, the white bones shining and the redness of the rodent’s teeth shining healthily in the moonlight.

“Are these all rat skulls?”

“Yes! You wanted some right? You told me you had skunks and mice and rabbits but no a rat’s yet, so I found some for you! They tasted funny but were easy enough to clean off.”

He dumped the skulls into your hand and you laughed, leaning forward and pressing a grateful kiss to his nose. The alien entity startled back, eyes wide as he blinked sheepishly forward at you. If he could blush he probably would, you realized with your grin continuing on your lips.

“I love them, Penny, thank you!”

He grinned and was on you again, this time he was ready and took a kiss from you with greedy desire. He was all rough lips that felt more like leathery skin and sharp, taught teeth as he giggled into your mouth. You clutched the rat skulls tight, determined not to let them go and have them lost as your book was, and kissed back with delight.

Humans who were afraid of him were missing out, you thought as you received a hungry nip to your neck and a chortling growl, but then... They always called you weird and different, didn’t they?

You guess that wasn’t a bad thing. 

[nightwing-scp]

This- staying here in a nice, dark and quiet room- is probably the least panicked she'd been the entire week, if you define "panicked" as "the opposite of calm". Practically just existing back at the Foundation automatically carries with it responsibilities and risks, and depending on the situation, a misstep could cost lives. Not here though. Here, despite being locked in a confined space with a bunch of rats, she is safe.

At his last message, Night allows a slow grin to spread across her face. "You know, if anyone else had lured me into a dark, isolated basement, and the door proceeded to lock on us, I'd automatically assume the worst. And it would most likely not end well."

Next, instead of getting up and yelling at Dorian, she looks up and back at the locked door, considering alternative options for a moment. "The door is connected to the entire building's security system, yes? Most doors like that are, to some extent. Or is it somehow not electronically controlled at all, and the entire building is an anomaly. Which is probably the case considering my luck, and how this place operates," she concedes with a shrug.

Night makes no further move to get up, instead regarding those yellow glowing eyes with a spark of curiosity in her own. She idly wonders what exactly Stanley could be considered as. "Shadow person" certainly wouldn't cut it, although she supposes that's what most people thought of him as. "So essentially, you can fill this room, yes? Through the shadows? How do you condense the darkness into something physical, to move things like that," she asks, gesturing to the documents in his hands. "This might… sound weird, but do you know exactly what you are? Like, the literal absence of light? An entity able to exist and spread through dark conditions?"

Something in the back of her mind points out how she knows far more about him than he does about her, and that pushing further questions onto him seemed… what, uneven? Unfair? She pays that thought no mind. After all, he hasn't shown any desire to see her files or anything of the sort. Probably because he already has, somehow, she thinks, a bit disgruntled by the thought.

Night didn’t question the fact that Stanley’s favorite room was a closet in a basement. No judgement from her at all. She couldn’t judge, anyways- her favorite room in Site-58 was the abandoned security room on Sublevel C that someone forgot to cut power to, so essentially the same type of thing. 

She doesn’t notice the activity of the rats until she hears the door lock behind them. …Rats that would lock doors after people enter? Admittedly, it could be random, and the door simply set to lock every time it’s closed, but that would be unlikely, she reasons. She doesn’t give in to her first instinct, which was to find a way out. Not that hard to do, she thinks. She could break down the door in a matter of seconds if needed. But it isn’t needed, not even in the slightest, she realizes- the rats didn’t seem to have any ill intent towards her. And she’d wanted to come down here anyway.

Before Stanley even says anything, Night has already turned her attention to the items on the floor. Assorted boxes and random documents, it seems like at first glance. Upon further examination, she concludes that’s exactly what it is. She’s half-tempted to search the room for something, some sort of hidden mechanism or compartment, because… there just isn’t much here.

It’s convenient for Stanley that she always has her phone on her. After all, sometimes things need to be done the usual way, and not by interfacing with something in your head, for a variety of reasons. After reading his message, she simply looks up at the locked door for a good couple of seconds before replying. 

“Sapient rats? Really, again?” Night does not elaborate on this, and leaves the question hanging for a moment. “Either way, how are they supposed to know? Are there cameras in here? Do I just bang on the walls? It doesn’t matter, I could probably get out. It’s fine.” Indeed, she doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest as she crouches on the floor, shuffling through files, recording it all just in case something, somewhere, might happen to be useful. 

After emptying yet another box containing nothing of note, she turns slightly to face the general direction of those two glowing yellow eyes. “So am I supposed to find something in here, or is there some other reason you brought me down here?” Other than the hint of skepticism in her voice, there’s nothing else behind it- it’s a genuine question.

[honorarycassowary]

Okay so unfortunately I like Egyptian mythology and dissecting Shadow Bastard like I'm a morally deficit scientist and he's a mutated radioactive rat is one of my favourite hobbies, so I'm gonna be insufferable for a bit, especially since I read up on Best Girl and have Thoughts about her, too.

(I'm gonna refer to MK!Ammit as Ammit and Bartseq!Ammet as Ammet/Shadow Bastard, both for easier differentiation and because that's the way it's spelled in the book.)

(Fun fact: Bartseq is one of the only two instances where I've seen this particular name written like this (as opposed to Ammit/Ammut/etc) and given he/him pronouns, with the other being the Polish translation of Neil Gaiman's "American Gods" (I say Polish translation bc Idk how it's written in the original.) I wonder why these choices were made while Ammit is usually depicted as feminine.)

So idk if I'm willing to agree that the only thing they have in common is their name and being 1000s years old - they have a few specific similarities, but otherwise they're nearly complete opposites of each other, and said few similarities highlight those in an interesting manner.

One of said similarities is that they're both misguided in their purpose and act according to their nature even when it's to the detriment of themselves and everyone around them.

In the original myths, it's Ammit's job to devour the hearts of the condemned, and I like how the show took that to the extreme by making her hunger for justice so great that she doesn't even wait for the soul to sin, just looks at its capability to do so and strikes even before they make the choice.

Ammet, meanwhile, takes on the form of a shadow, which traditionally represents one of the pieces of a human soul (shut/shwt/shuyet) which, depending on the text/dynasty/academic/interpretation might act as a guardian of sorts, watching over the soul on its way to the underworld. In the same way, Ammet is deeply protective of Khaba even when it's clear (at least to the audience) that K doesn't care about him. (poke me sometime and I'll go off about how this parallels Asmira's initial blind obedience to the Queen of Sheba.) An extension of that could be the instinct to protect overriding the hatred of humans and those, y'know, millennia of enslavement.

(By the way, it's pretty interesting that the entity named after a demon which eats the hearts of sinners is so desperate to obtain the heart of one of the worst sinners in the book series - a priest of Ra, too! Albeit a terrible one. Poke me sometime and I'll go off about how objectively Weird Khaba is for an Egyptian magician - a sinner who, unfortunately, has no intention of giving it to him.)

I think that the above dynamic of master/servant is a flipped version of Ammit and that little devotee of hers who helped her achieve her goal, with Ammit being dominant where Ammet is submissive. Then again, Ammit IS a goddess whereas Ammet is just a spirit worn down by years of slavery and drunk on a brief moment of being treated slightly better than usual.

So yeah, I do think tha Ammet and Ammit are both misguided and seem to genuinely believe that what they're doing is right (Ammit because it's in her nature to punish sinners and every person has a capability to sin, and Ammet because he's an egotistical simp who doesn't care about his fellow spirits and is fine with helping his bf climb on top of the world and then promptly set it on fire.)

They also are overly confident in their abilities and like to play with their prey instead of just killing it outright, leading to said underestimated prey rightfully kicking their asses and setting the whole carefully concocted scheme ablaze. Oopsie.

Then there's that thing where they both have a special little mortal they like because he's fucked up and serves their schemes/they have the same hobbies. And ambitions ("hey Ammit let me help you"/"hey Ammet let's take over the world and be terrible to people together.") Except, again, the master/servant dynamic is completely flipped on account of Ammit being a goddess and thus more dominant, and Ammet being just a spirit who is usually brought into this world enslaved and wrapped in magical chains. This might also contribute to his overall simpiness because in addition to their shared hobbies, the way Khaba is treating him is likely the best he's ever been treated - I mean, when the bar is so low that it's practically a tripping hazard in hell, stepping over it isn't particularly difficult.

I wonder if we can contrast Ammet's unrequited love for Khaba with a certain degree of indifference Ammit harbors for her little simp - it's clear that despite all the help he was to her and all the boons she gave him, the guy was just a tool and an eventual snack. In both cases shipping the couple romantically becomes yet another example of a monster falling in love with their food, like Venom. Or Hannibal if you take away the monster bit.

Listen, the "hubris-ridden mortal and a devoted eldritch horror who'd destroy the world for them" dynamic is Very Important To Me For Many Reasons, although "mortal is endlessly devoted to their godly spouse who is in turn endlessly devoted to them" is also fun, so I might just take you up on the offer to read fanfic with Ammit and her little boytoy. We do need more monster ladies in the media.

Anyway.

Yeah, like I said, both Ammit and Ammet were sent to Time-Out for a couple thousand years because they caused a few too many problems on purpose, though where Ammit starts the story this way and wanting to be free, Ammet only ends up stuffed into that amphora at the end of the book. F in the chat, you two.

In other words, sure, their arcs, pronouns and bedroom preferences are different, but in essence both of them are overly confident, overly ambitious horrors who bit off more than they could chew and not even their special little meow meows could save them from being yeeted by the (somewhat) shape-changing protagonist with several different names and a badass fighty teenager lass. Sure, they're different, but their differences are almost complete opposites of each other and their similarities enhance these differences really well.

Rest in pieces, A&A. At least one of you could say that you achieved godhood and the other of you got laid.

So uh, maybe I'm being nitpicky and over analyse stuff, but yeah, rant over. Idk if it makes sense because I'm tired and it's late, but here are some of my Thoughts on Best Girl and Shadow Bastard, spilled all over your inbox for your viewing pleasure. Feel free to pay them no attention whatsoever if you don't want to slog through all this nonsense.

oh WOW you do not have to apologize for this meta, I love thoughts on both Ammet and Ammit

re: Ammet specifically, I never got the impression that he was literally the god. (If he was actually being worshipped, I'd expect him to be closer to Nouda in power level, for one.) We know spirits in the series can have multiple names and, IIRC that book of names we see correctly, that names can be repeated. My guess is that Ammet was defined using that name to be a spirit inclined towards punishment and hounding out sinners. But there's nothing stopping him from deciding that the people who really need to be hurt are everyone who fucks with his boyfriend master co-conspirator.

[everlarkbirthdaygifts]

Happy Birthday, everybirdfellsilent!

Happy belated Birthday, @everybirdfellsilent​! Apologies once again for all the mix-ups and confusion with your gift! I hope you had a truly wonderful day back when it actually was your birthday, and that it was much more orderly than this! To bring the party feels back, @ally147writes​ has emerged from everlark retirement to write a birthday gift just for you!

AN: Let me tell you, @everybirdfellsilent​, I agonised over the ending. This was the neatest and tidiest I could make it without writing you a novel. I hope it makes you chuckle a little.

Also a good time to let the audience know that I cannot write horror, or ghost stories, but dang it, I can write borderline crack, and I wanted to write Buzzfeed Unsolved-inspired ghosthunter!everlark so damn much.

Unbeta’d, because that’s how I roll.

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The old Undersee mansion doesn’t look haunted.

 Not that that really means anything. Most of the houses they’ve visited over the years haven’t looked haunted. They’ve been completely normal — except for that one in District Ten that had some kind of summoning circle in the basement (Peeta will die hoping it was drawn with red paint, a super weird kid’s project, but he’s got a feeling he’ll be dying disappointed. And extremely terrified) — with completely normal gardens in completely normal streets.

 So, no. Like most, the old Undersee mansion doesn’t look haunted, but it definitely feels haunted.

Peeta pauses at the bottom of the winding path. At its end, atop a small hill, the innocuous house sits empty, Madge and her family out for the next few nights while he and Katniss investigate. It’s as normal looking as any of the other exorbitantly large mansions on the street, but the longer Peeta stares down the deceptively cheerful, sunshine-yellow door, a deep, intense foreboding settles in his gut and ferments there.

 He swallows. “Uh, Kat?”

 Katniss sighs and stops at the first step to the porch, and Peeta swears he can hear her eyes rolling. Hard. “What is it, Peeta?”

  “I just… I got a real bad feeling about this one.”

 “Peeta,” she starts, mounting the first step, “you’ve had real bad feelings about all of them so far. And you’ve been wrong every time.”

 “No,” he replies quickly, following behind in the relative safety of her shadow. “You’ve just chosen to deny whatever proof we do find.”

 “A battery running out in our flashlight does not mean ghosts were playing with it.”

 “It ran out at the exact moment I told the spirits to turn it off!”

 “I don’t know how else to tell you that was a coincidence. The flashlight had been on for a good two hours by that point.”

 “A little convenient, don’t you think? Come on, Katniss. Plus, it turned right back on again when we were done, so the battery can’t have been that damn flat.”

 “I can’t understand why you’re so eager for this all to be the work of ghosts when it scares you shitless every single time.”

 “What about the time the spirit box said your name?”

 “Peeta,” she says with a strained laugh. “It said, Can’t Miss. As in, the District 12 Mockingjays Can’t Miss. It was a snippet of a goddamn basketball ad. It’s on the radio all the time on game days.”

 “Yeah, and the spirit box allows ghosts to use radio waves to communicate. Of course it wasn’t going to find Katniss — who the hell’s advertising katniss? — so it picked the next best thing.”

 “I’ll just sit here and wait for them to use a snippet of a pita bread company ad to talk to you, then.”

 He glares at the back of her head. “I’m sure they would, if there was a pita factory nearby that advertised.”

 She rolls her eyes. “Come on, Peeta. Let’s go find you a ghost.” She lifts a camera to her eyes and kicks the heavy mahogany door open and flicks on the gently swinging chandelier light.

 “Ghosts, spirits, urban legends and other assorted demonic entities, how are we all this evening?”

 “Katniss,” he hisses as he closes the door. “Some respect, maybe?”

 “What part was disrespectful? I covered, well, maybe not the full the spectrum of possible occupants, but definitely most of them, and asked how they were. Honestly if they’re not going to reply, they’re the disrespectful ones, not me.”

 The light flickers out. Katniss snorts. Peeta lets out a squeak he’s not proud of.

 “She doesn’t mean it,” Peeta calls frantically. “For the love of God, she doesn’t mean it. I’m sure you’re all lovely and polite.”

 The light flickers weakly and comes back on. The chandelier fitting swings like a pendulum, casting stretching and receding shadows over the white-sheet covered lounges and a thick, dark coffee table.

 “What the hell do you call that, Katniss?”

 “Shoddy wiring?” She shrugs. “Peeta, this house is about a century old. Probably more, actually.”

 “Madge said it was renovated and rewired two years ago.”

 She shrugs again. “Rats? Raccoons, maybe? That would explain the supposedly unexplainable shuffling sounds Madge thinks she hears.”

 Now he rolls his eyes. “Why am I married to you, again?”

 “Because divorce is costly and time consuming,” she says, kissing his cheek. “Besides, my logic goes well with your fatalistic romanticism.”

 “None of that’s going to matter when this house goes all Poltergeist and swallows us.”

 “Then what a good thing it is that that’s never going to happen.” She plonks herself down on one of the lounges and sets a pair of small motion-sensing cameras pointing at each entrance. Peeta swallows and hitches a thumb towards the kitchen.

 “I’m… uh, gonna look around for a bit.”

 “All right,” Katniss says absently. “Scream if you need me.”

 “Will do.”

 That dread in his stomach recedes and grows with each room he enters. He doesn’t feel anything wrong with the kitchen, or the dining room, but as he ventures up the staircase to the bedrooms, he swears he can feel something weighty on his shoulders.

 A sound like a dry, rattling whisper like nails on paper echoes through the long hall leading to the attic entrance. Peeta gulps. “Hello?” He thumbs open the recording app on his phone and turns it on. “Is anyone there?”

 The whispering sound grows. It doesn’t sound like words, exactly. At least, not words that he knows. They race up and along his spine until it sounds like they’re shouting in his ear.

 Peeta squeaks, jumps about a foot in the air, and something skitters past, too fast to see. A wave of cold washes over him, settling in icicles on his bones, and for a moment he stands stock still, not even breathing…

 Another whisper, one that sounds very, unnervingly close to hello, and he sprints back down the stairs to the living room, triggering the motion sensors into a high-pitched beeping sound.

 Katniss bolts upright. “What the hell is going on?”

 “Kat, were you… God, were you sleeping?” he asks, aghast.

 “What? It’s boring down here.” She blinks blearily up at him. “Are you okay?”

 “There… there’s something up there.”

 “Something as in actually something? Or something like your imagination run wild?”

 “Something like… it was making the strangest whispery, scratchy noises. I thought they were words, but… and then, something just… ran right past me. I didn’t see, but it was so so fast, and I —”

 “Peeta, it’s probably vermin. And the wind. And just… a bit of everything coming together to make you think it’s ghosts when it’s… just, not.”

 But his hands are shaking, and his pulse is more like one long thud instead of lots of little ones. “I just… I don’t…”

 She rolls her eyes. “Would it make you feel better if I went and checked? You can stay here with these stupid motion sensors; they’re only picking up bugs, anyway.”

 “No. No, I’ll go with you,” he says, setting a fist against his chest like that’ll do any good against his heart’s very valiant escape attempt. “Just in case.”

 “Right,” she drawls, “just in case the wind gets me.”

 He follows a step behind her, through the kitchen, down the corridor, and up the stairs. He doesn’t feel quite as heavy this, time, either. She cracks open every door they pass, six unused bedrooms, three bathrooms, two studys, and a small library, all silent. They’re left with one room at the very end. As she opens the final door, the whispering starts again, and a low moan like racing wind echoes.

 She steps in, and he turns on the light. The room is huge, but full. A writing desk sits in the far corner, and a neatly-made four-poster bed occupies the other corner. Beside the door, a seated vanity with a wide, oval mirror wiped free of dust. On its table, a collection of large and small hairbrushes, and an open box filled with tangled threads and needles and buttons and snippets of fabric. But none of those things holds Peeta’s focus for long.

 Instead, he stares at a wide cabinet spanning nearly the whole length of the back wall, covered so densely in dolls of every conceivable material, fabric and wool, porcelain and plastic. The whispering is almost deafening, and every time Peeta turns his head to look somewhere else, he could swear the dolls are twitching, blinking, watching.

 “Did, uh, Madge ever mention the doll collection?”

 Katniss scowls at the dolls. “She might’ve? I don’t really remember.”

 “Oh, I don’t think you would have forgotten something like this,” Peeta retorts.

 “I… well, yeah, this is definitely weird, but I don’t think we can call it haunted, or otherworldly.”

 “What the hell else would you call it?”

 “Any number of perfectly reasonable and logical things, Peeta. Mrs. Undersee likes weird, creepy dolls; what more can you say?”

 “Don’t call them weird and creepy.” He sets a finger against her lips. “I’ve read about haunted dolls. If you’re not respectful, they might curse you.”

 She rolls her eyes, but nods all the same. He doesn’t take his eyes off hers as he lowers his finger and shoves his hands in his pockets.

 He turns back to the dolls, and clears his throat. “Uh, we mean no harm or anything. It’s just… you’ve kind of been terrifying my friend and her parents, and we’d like you to please stop. Please.”

 Katniss whispers, “You already said please.”

 “Can’t hurt to say it twice.”

 “Did you bring the, uh… the thing? You know, the thing that reads the waves or whatever it was?”

 He shoots her a dour look. “You mean the EMF?”

 “Yeah, that. Do you have it?”

 “No, I don’t.” He sighs. “It would have been in the pack with the motion sensors, so it’s still downstairs.”

 “Spirit box?”

 “In the pack, too.”

 She surveys him strangely, arms crossed over her chest. “You really didn’t come prepared, did you?”

 “I was prepared! I just… didn’t think I’d be accosted in the very first hallway I went into.”

 She snorts. “Yeah, well, maybe next time you’ll think —” She stops, freezes, eyes riveted on something Peeta can’t see. His heart thumps harder and louder than he’s ever felt before.

 “Uh, Katniss? Is something wrong.”

 “Peeta,” she says, deadpan.

 “What?”

 “Look over there, in the gap between the cabinet and the desk. See that?”

 He does see that. He backs up so hard he’s going to have a massive bruise on his ass from the vanity he’s just about knocked over. “Holy shi — Are those… are those eyes?”

 “Yeah, they’re eyes. You wanna know what kind of eyes?” She picks up a hairbrush from the vanity stand next to them and hurls it at the gap.

 “Goddamn raccoon eyes, Peeta,” she says as the small pack of raccoons scatter. “There’s probably holes in the drywall or something, hence your scratchy whispers.”

 “I… oh.”

 “Yeah, oh. Raccoons, Peeta. Ninety-five percent of the time, it’s probably rats or raccoons.”

 “It wasn’t rats or raccoons in that place in District 10.”

 “That… was an outlier of a house, I’ll give you that, but it was probably still just people. Very strange, very creepy people.” She nudges him gently with her elbow and cocks her head to the door. “Come on, we should try and see if we can find the holes they were coming in through.”

 “You want to do home repairs?”

 “Hey, we promised Madge an exorcism, didn’t we? This is just a different kind of exorcism.”

 She hooks her arm in his, and they leave the doll room together. A sound like bye follows them out, but this time he can ignore it. Raccoons. Obviously.

 “Why do you come with me to these things?” he asks when they reach the bottom of the stairs.

 “Peeta,” she says seriously. “Know that I say this with all the love in my heart… you would die if I didn’t come with you.”

 “If I did die, I would so mercilessly haunt your ass.”

 She pats his arm, shakes her head. “No, you wouldn’t, Peeta. Ghosts aren’t real.”

[scroll-of-thought]

How would you tell if someone is being haunted by a spirit?

Hi Anon. There are a bunch of ways to get the feeling that someone’s being haunted. The hard part is making sure it’s not something mundane and getting to a point where you’re pretty certain it’s a spirit. So let’s unpack that a little.

Some evidence of a haunting are the kinds of things you’d imagine. Stuff moving on it’s own, seeing entities, temperature spikes, a sense of unease or not being alone when you are, nightmares, general feeling of distress.

The problem is that a lot of those things are more often mundane or psychological. Things moving or random sounds can often be anything from the wind, to temperature changes, to rodents in the walls. Mice are more common than ghosts. You also have to educate yourself on weird stuff like “some frequencies can give you feelings of unease or distress, and these frequencies are common in broken home appliances”. Also subconscious things can deceive you, like scents or lighting, so you really have to analyze everything.

So if you can’t debunk it, consider it as a possible sign. Some things I normally think are pretty strong sighs are if multiple people experience similar things, like seeing the spirit. Mass hallucinations aren’t as common as TV would have you think, and if multiple people saw a shadow person in the house, on multiple occasions, and you’re certain they’re mentally sound, and there’s no outside forces that would cause hallucinations, like carbon monoxide or something, then I would take that as a strong indication. Seeing something just fly off a table or shelf with no visible source is another good one. Or if something heavy moves, like it would be impossible for something small like a mouse or rat to move it.

Less empirical methods would be doing some divination. Some people have an easier time seeing or sensing spirits, and if you’re that kind of person, go with your gut. If you’re not, I believe it’s something you could train, but I couldn’t really give you a method. It seems like something everyone finds a different way to learn that works best for them.

I’m not sure how useful that all was. It’s kind of a hard thing to explain without experiencing it yourself. Regardless, I hope the gave you a little insight.

[hamlets-ghost]

 After finishing ’A madness of angels’ by Kate Griffin in one sitting yesterday, I wanted to share some of my favourite things about the book series so far:

-     I love the world building. As a person who lives in a big city (Copenhagen isn’t that big but it’s a lot of people in a very cramped area so…) there are so many elements you recognize but in a weird déjà vu-ish way. So many things that you don’t really notice but know are there. Also some things that you normally try to ignore because it’s kinda disgusting is used in a beautiful way in the book. The only thing I can think of right now are the rats and pigeons, but there are many more examples of this.

-     The way urban magic in the Matthew Swift series works also fascinate me more than magic in other books I have read, because a lot of it is drawing from things that you know are there. As with the world building, I love how Kate Griffin have taken small things that you can find and know exist in a city and made them magical in a plausible way (aka the magic they emit make sense when you think about how they are used/what they are). One of my favourite moments of this was by the station, where Matthew used the already established norm that you can only enter with a ticket to keep the shadow at bay. And how the spell was basically the rules of public transport.

-     The magical elements of the world are so simple yet resonates a lot with the everyday life of a city. The last train with the ‘typical’ passengers that always seem to be there so you never notice normally, the graffiti that sometimes feel like it is moving (really, as a person who run a lot through the city when its dark, this happens way to often) or the feeling of not ever being completely alone no matter how empty a street is. It again sparks this weird sense of not-really-déjà-vu that makes the world of the book even more realistically fantastic.

-     The magic entities like the beggar king and the bag lady also just feel right in a very weird and kind of urban legend way, which again just pushes all my ‘I need to know more’ buttons.

-     I also want to talk about Matthew Swift and the blue electric angels. I love the seamless integration of the two and the smooth switch between ‘I’ and ‘us’ both when he is speaking and when he is thinking. You learn some things about Swift from before through his actions, but as a reader you also don’t really know a lot about him in a unreliable narrator kind of way, which is great in this kind of book, as it makes thing less black-and-white which a lot of fantasy novels I have read tend to bend towards. A lot of the elements in the books are way more grey which again makes it ever the more realistic and lovable.

-    The ‘is he still human or is he not’ feeling is also always a big yes from me. Also I love the angels and their childish excitement with human life like the cinema and food. I know they are very powerful and all but also I think they are cute…

-   I could talk forever about the action scenes and the more calm ‘talking with the enemy on enemy ground’ but all in all I love that people don’t just rush into action, and when they do they have a plan(-ish).

I have a lot more to say but all in all one of the best books I have read in years, and I can hardly wait for the next one which should arrive in a day or two…

[my-love-peterp]

Mistaken Chapter One

Word Count: 2103 THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: A new recruit is brought into the fold and is more than a handful.

Warnings: language, mentions of injury, non-graphic violence (brief)

A/N:  You may have seen me over @fabtasticass which is my main blog. So this is my first fanfic and it's going to be a big one. It is a Soulmates AU but not in the traditional way. That won't show up until later chapters. I'm going to try to keep endgame a secret the best I can. I have some very angsty ups and downs planned but I'm trying to hold back. So I’ll tag each chapter with what pairing might be in that chapter in the official Tumblr tags but never at the beginning.

I ran, dodging rats, and clumps of unidentified garbage that lay literal feet from a plethora of garbage cans and dumpsters. God, I hated this city.

I especially hated this city in the rain, dashing through back alleys of Queens with all of my belongings in tow.

Rolling in and out of huge asphalt craters, my suitcases jostled my already pained arm. It had only been three or so hours since I’d reset the dislocated joint against my fire escape.

Blood dripped from a split along my hairline, mingling with sweat and city rainwater. At this point, I felt like a drowned cat and probably smelled like a wet dog. Super, awesomely attractive, right?

Bracing myself against the wall of the nearest building, I pulled a flask out of the interior pocket of my jacket and took a swig. The flask was light pink with the words “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” emblazoned on the side. It filled me with a dark sense of glee and irony every time I used it. I nicked it from one of those chain party supply stores a few months back, which I supposed could be my version of fun.

The whiskey burned as it went down but as it hit my stomach it helped to warm my rain-soaked bones.

I began moving again. As I wove in and out of the misshapen piles in the alleyway, I felt the hair prickle on the back of my neck. It felt like I had a curious pair of eyes, tracking my every move and staring me down. I ignored my most basic instinct to turn around and investigate and my training kicked in instead. My eyes swept the alleyway ahead of me, monitoring the shadows, ears open and head down. I checked every shiny surface to see the reflection behind me. Empty alleyways are all that I was shown. So I shoved aside my intrusive paranoia and started whistling tunelessly as I moved. I’d felt that prickle for days and nothing had come of it.

In front of me, business lights filtered through the rain, casting a glow over the stone walls. Wet, sputtering and a little drunk, it only made sense that I was the target of some less friendly men who had stationed themselves outside of a local dive bar. They jeered and reached out at me. “Piss off you assholes, I’m not in the mood.”

Their demented shouts ranged from demands that I take off my clothes, false coos asking me if I needed their help to warm up and jokes about them being so good in bed women were jumping at the chance and willing to move in with them immediately to lock it down.

The rain got harder as I clenched my fist, glaring daggers at them and trying to subtly move faster. Everything about my body language screamed 'don't fuck with me', but it's hard to be intimidating when you're a generous 5'3. They advanced anyways and with a woosh, they all got tossed back into the brick wall, hard. The crack of a few skulls echoed down the empty alley, interrupted only by their groans as a few immediately came to.

The tingling on the back of my neck got more intense, this time joined by a fuzzy feeling alarm in the back of my brain. I hustled along, eager to get the hell out of Queens. I hadn't taken more than three steps when I heard him. “Woah, what was that? I webbed up those guys back there, they won't be able to move for a few hours. What was that though, can you like manipulate energy or is this outside the realm of earthly physics? Are you an alien? Or a mutant maybe? Or..."

Without looking up I sent another blast towards the overly excited voice and immediately heard an oomph followed by the sound of a body rushing towards the pavement. Or, rather, a dumpster.

“Hey not cool,” said the guy, poking his head up and out of the dumpster.

I groaned, immediately recognizing the mask, despite it being covered in what looked a lot like smashed avocado on the left side of the heroes head. Spider-Man.

Pushing my bags together, around my feet, I bound them to myself and alighted on the nearest rooftop, gently floating upward. I figured the enhanced cat was already out of the bag with the current company, so to speak. I ran along the flat roofs of the decrepit, abandoned buildings with still no destination in mind but out.

“Wait up, where are you going, stop! We're friends now right? It's rude to ignore your friends, and I'm the friendliest of friends, you know. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all...” he babbled on lamely, his voice fading in and out as he swung between buildings, keeping up as I hopped from roof to roof.

“Buzz off buggy”, I grumbled before sending another shot his way.

“You’re really bad at paying attention to where I am, aren’t you” Spidey suddenly whispered in my ear. I shrieked and came to a halt, dropping my luggage next to me as I sat to dangle my feet off the ledge of whatever shitty building I was on now. As expected, that lanky ass fool sat down right next to me.

“So, where are you going, miss uh… strange power lady?”

“I don’t kno-” I cut myself off and looked at him strangely. “Wait, why are you even here?”

“Well funny story," he huffed out, looking over at me. His masked eyes contracted as he continued to just look at me in silence for several minutes. I was seconds away from physically shoving him off of the building. For someone who apparently couldn't keep his mouth shut when I wanted him to, he was as silent and one of those monks now when I actually wanted to hear his whiny voice. Then, just as I was about to snap, he lifted his chin and squared his shoulders.

"Have you ever heard of the Avengers?”

Like any normal person on the planet, I obviously had. I may not have been in New York while it was being leveled by aliens over a decade ago, but a person would have to be seriously deprived of outside stimuli to not know who the Avengers were.

Instead of speaking to the impertinent, entirely too perky Avenger at my side, I just glared, sending a message loud enough that even the most inept individual would comprehend me.

“Woah, woah, don’t shoot! You could be like, a really weird and reclusive alien for all I know at this point. The boss didn’t exactly give me all the details when he sent me out to trail you. I don’t even know your name, which tells me that we actually don’t know a whole lot about you…,” he trailed off his rambling as he finally realized I was now staring at him expectantly, waiting to get a word in edgewise.

“My name is Kaida, and I’m not a good person. Also, thanks for the invitation to join your little cult, but I’m going to have to pass.” I stood to leave and find shelter for tonight when all of a sudden a schnick sounded and webbing surrounded my foot, holding me in place.

That sneaky little son of a bitch.

“No can do, we’re going to talk this one out. Either you agree to come in and meet the team or you get to sit here all night and listen to me ramble about them and what ridiculously stupid things we’ve all been up to in the past few months. Your call… Kaida.” He said my name as though it could take form, leap up and bite him.

“Okay Spider, I see you want to play hardball. You take that mask off and I’ll come with you to ‘meet the team’ or whatever touchy-feely bullshit y’all are into over there. But I’m not agreeing without some kind of skin in the game other than my own.” I lifted my chin, triumphantly, secure in the knowledge that he would never reveal his identity to a complete stranger, especially while various factions of the government and private entities were trying to round up enhanced individuals.

Spidey scoffed. “That’s it? It’s not like I was going to leave it on once we got to the tower anyways so, here you go I guess,” and he ripped away his mask as though it didn’t faze him in the slightest.

He was… younger than I had expected. Cute, in a safe, boring schoolboy kind of way.

“What are you, twelve??” I all but shouted at him. There’s no way this kid was the real deal, a bona fide Avenger that had helped save numerous lives, my own included if you count what happened just a few years back.

“I’m twenty-two, thanks though. If I’m twelve, I’ve gotta say you’re a toddler. Granted, a toddler with wicked skills but it’s not like you’re even really an adult at this point, are you? Why aren’t you with your pare-.”

“For one thing, they’re dead. Secondly, I’m twenty but I guarantee you I’ve seen shit that you can’t really even comprehend. Even outside of all the crazy whack alien bullshit you all seem to be attracting. It really ages a person, or so I’ve heard.”

“Oh look at you, pulling the big bad ‘I’m so tough because I’m an orphan and my life wasn’t sunshine and roses’ act. Literally, everyone has bad shit happen to them. From what I’ve just seen and from what we’ve caught on security monitors, you’re wickedly talented and could actually use your powers to help others. Unless you’re too much of a coward, I know we do deal with ‘crazy whack aliens’ and all, but it shouldn’t be hard for a big kid like yourself, huh?”

I had half a mind to blow him off the roof right then and there. Rage swirled in the pit of my gut so violently, I might have vomited had I eaten at all in the past day or so. The wind picked up and began buffeting around the Spider guy and myself, throwing debris from decrepit roof and buildings towards us. All of the shrapnel conveniently avoided my person, but Spidey was dancing back and forth like a puppet on a string.

Deep breaths Kaida, deep breaths. We wouldn’t want another Wizard of Oz-esque incident. Again. I often found myself talking to myself in different perspectives to calm down. Anger, improperly channeled was a very dangerous thing for me, and honestly, I was being a brat just like he was. No need to level an entire city block just for this one intrusive, presumptuous asshat who dressed up like a fucking spider. I wasn’t about to tell him that though.

The wind died down almost immediately. Until it didn’t.

Not a minute later, the biggest bolt of lightning I’d ever seen struck a building a block or so away, no doubt short-circuiting every device plugged in at that residence. Two seconds later there was a solid thunk and next to Spider-Man loomed perhaps the most handsome being in the known universe, Thor. King of Asgard.

“You hit your panic button Man of Spiders. Are you in need of assistance… carrying bags?” Thor looked at you, tied down, and your bags tossed askew, then back at Spidey. Quizzically, he opened his palm and sent a burst of lightning up into the sky, as if looking for something. “All seems to be in perfectly good spirits here, no strange magics… so.”

“Listen, man, two minutes ago she was literally shaking the building so hard I thought we were all going down. I just don’t know how… all I did was ask her some questions, maybe play hardball with her a little,” he just shrugged at the god apologetically.

“Hi, I exist too, and I can speak for myself,” I asserted, repositioning my body so I wasn’t standing quite so hunched over. “We,” I continued, looking at Spidey, “would love your assistance in getting my bags back to wherever this team inspection or meeting is supposed to happen.” Anything to get inside and secure, before I lost it completely.

“As you wish, Lady of the Winds,” Thor almost yelled, thrusting a cane into the sky.

“No, Thor wai-.”

Before the insect could finish whatever he was trying to say, we were engulfed in a kaleidoscope of bright colors and rushed away in the blink of an eye.

So much for having a normal, Wednesday evening.

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