#Entity

[wodeworm]

Phosphenes Chrysalis

Close your eyes and a Fleeting transformation occurs, of things that have occurred being transformed, into something you can not understand.

[wolfsteax]

Death.

(oc)

[ghostly-slut]

not gay as in happy, but queer as in strange and confusing

[isbergillustration]

This entity is learning about shapes

[neverthebabysitter]

I love Steve has bad parents as much as the next person AND i eat that shit up in every fic i read, but, but– i saw a tiktok with those "what creature is watching you depending on your month" slideshows, so now i have the image of Steve having some shadow parents stuck in my head.

Therefore, now i had to add that to him having bad human parents but at the same time some shy, protective and loving shadow parents.

He doesn’t consider the Harringtons his parents anymore; excuse me, his parents are those shadows that seem to stare at your soul with their bright, pure white eyes and none existent characteristic features apart from their silhouettes. Thank you very much.

He loves them.

So every time someone asks Steve about his parents, he has to make mental gymnastics about if it's OK to talk about the shadow ones or if it's a situation where he has to lie through his teeth about the biological ones.

Steve is just happy to have someone who cares about him and goes to see his games and recitals (because you can pray Steve plays the piano away over my cold death hands) even when no one apart from him (and a few unlucky ones– Eddie, i'm looking at you) notice them.

I wonder how that might work; the party must have their own theories about Steve's parents; none of them it's about them being literal shadow creatures/ entities, though.

I think most of them think they are neglectful; no, they’re not; you just can’t see them because they don't want Steve's friends to freak out.

After the fight with Billy, Steve needs someone to wake him up and take care of him for a bit; he said his parents would do it, but every time someone goes to check on him, he's alone. And Hopper gets suspicious because he doesn’t remember the last time he saw the Harringtons.

Also, Billy starts having so much bad luck and can not stop seeing these shadow figures everywhere; it's probably just his imagination and a bunch of coincidences.

Why is Steve so calm about monsters? It has nothing to do with his parents being literal shadow creatures, ofc. And if in the middle of fighting demodogs he got some help, nobody noticed it.

I just– imagine the party's reaction when they found out? Gold.

Robin is the first to meet them, ofc, following the whole party and then Eddie realizing that "THEY WERE YOUR PARENTS????" When he processed enough the fact that yes, he wasn't seeing things in the corner of every basketball game he went to stare at Steve.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Mirrors dont lie.

paranormal entity x reader smut monster fucking, non-con, invisible weird hypno shit idk how to explain, mirror Play, controlled masturbation, body control, Supernatural Voyeurism, ghost Lover, dubcon, sorry about my lack of posts ive been lazy

word count- 533 words

You were just brushing your teeth. Nothing strange. Nothing dramatic. Just a quiet, late night routine under the buzzing fluorescent light of your too-small bathroom.

Until your reflection blinked — and you didn’t.

You froze. The toothbrush hung halfway to your mouth, but in the mirror? Your hand was already lowered. Your mirror-self looked calm. Collected. And it was watching you.

Slowly, carefully, you turned your head. Your real body didn’t move — but in the mirror, your reflection tilted its chin, a smirk playing at the corner of its lips.

Your stomach tightened.

You knew this apartment had... history. Weird noises. Cold spots. That overwhelming pressure you felt every time you showered. But this — this was new.

The figure in the mirror — still you, technically — lifted their hand to their chest. Slid it over the swell of your breast like it was casual, like it had done it a hundred times. And maybe it had.

You took a step back. Your reflection didn’t follow. Instead, it pressed its palm harder against your chest. Your nipple stiffened, and you gasped — because you felt it. The pressure. The stroke of fingers, featherlight but real. Hungry.

“No,” you whispered, voice shaking.

The mirror-you tilted its head. A slow, almost amused shake. Like it was saying yes. And then its hand slid downward.

Your thighs pressed together involuntarily. But nothing stopped the sensation from following. It wasn’t your hand. It didn’t feel like your hand. It was cooler. More deliberate. Bolder. Like someone who already knew your body better than you did — and didn’t give a damn about pretending otherwise.

In the mirror, your reflection bit its lip as it touched between your legs. In the real world, you whimpered.

Your knees buckled. Your back hit the sink counter. You gripped it to keep steady, but the ghost — or whatever it was — didn’t stop. It only grew firmer. More possessive.

You're mine, it said, even if there were no words. You've always known.

You couldn’t look away.

The mirror-you was breathing harder now. Mirroring the soft gasps slipping out of your lips. Your hips started moving without permission, grinding into invisible fingers that circled your clit in tight, calculated strokes.

You swallowed hard. ��What do you want?” you asked, voice hoarse.

The mirror-you locked eyes with you. Then it leaned in. It pressed its hand flat between your legs, as if to say this. And smiled.

You weren’t sure when the fear stopped. Or when the arousal fully kicked in. But you were panting now. Bucking into a touch you couldn’t see — only feel. Your reflection moaned. So did you.

Your hand shot down to brace yourself against the edge of the sink. You were coming apart. Fast. Shamefully fast. Your ghost lover — your mirror — seemed to like that. It moaned your name. Not out loud. Not with lips. But you heard it. Inside you.

You came with a cry. Head thrown back. Knees trembling. Chest heaving. The mirror fogged up slightly, like someone on the other side was panting with you.

And then it was still.

Your reflection matched your movements again.

You stared at yourself. Disheveled. Sweaty. Shaken.

And then, across the glass, your reflection winked.

[resfrio]

Old FANART for a fic in SB called "Glasscanon" in that one Taylor's power is killing herself to "reset", and I wanted to draw a timeline where Tattletale remembered Taylor's suicide, and her PTSD about her own brother's... y'know.

(Yes, she second triggered)

[ded-moe]

Open the door

[maskt]

you can love that part of yourself too

[voidface-entity]

Mr. Blue

[tacxx]

Demon paralysis

(Context: I see demons or paralysis and since I'm mostly influenced by sun and moon lately. I see them like this-

They don't look like this and honestly they look blurry)

[montesmithart]

Wrong exit 🚫

🎨 artist: Nani on toyhouse (art trade)

[yanavaseva]

"... So it really *is* haunted."

He's, once again, found himself in some sort of situation, but this time instead of old elven ruins he was checking one of the rooms inside a large human-made structure.

[isbergillustration]

Love Me

[ratbebes]

Is my own oc making me want to cry and crawl into a corner? yes. Im gonna be honest, i made him inspired by my own insecurities and inadequacies. Years ago i was diagnosed with ocd and even if its in remission it still lingers and affects my everyday life. Creating Mr. Perfect was kinda like my little therapy session where i tried to be less hard on myself and appreciate the effort that i put into things like this ciutie