POSSESSION 

by Ksenia “Iren Horrors” Svincova

Dark Presence

Human Landscape – 220511bg

what’s behind

The wind blows their ghosts to the ground

line (loosely a translation of iliad 6.146-9) from memorial by alice oswald, embroidered onto a ginkgo leaf i found on the ground

how's casey?

Scamming the scammer

John Constantine was the biggest headache Danny had managed to get, ever. After becoming King he did not think that his first task would be to solve the man's soul problems.

And it seemed quite incredible to him that the hellbazer would consider selling his soul as if it were a used car that he wants to get rid of to buy a new one. He was aware that he needed a soul, wasn't he? That it was not possible to buy a new one? Because he didn't want to be the one to inform him if that was not the case.

To top it off, beings from different domains within his kingdom came explicitly to claim the British's soul, which didn't even make sense, there were thousands of souls! Why did everyone want the same one? And why did he have to be the one to take care of it?

Completely frustrated, he placed all the paperwork for John Constantine in an empty room and locked the door. He smiled as he came up with a plan to improve the situation, it might be worth it.

That's how a drunk John Constantine found himself signing a dubious contract in exchange for the power to turn any liquid into beer, he didn't bother to read the contract, most demons just wanted his soul and this guy looked so human, with a presence so light it must be a minor demon for sure.

This turned out to be a bad decision when the next morning he found himself trapped in a room full of documents, the door locked. Taped to the door was a green note that said "Enjoy doing your own paperwork sir, I hope you're pleased with yourself", and well, maybe he should have read that contract after all.

endless ghifs 5/? ⛧ source — "The Cardinal is our next senior-most member. He's been your right-hand man."

made this in response the wiki saying this:

“In Alan Wake 2, Rose writes a zombie post-apocalypse fanfiction featuring herself, Alan, and Scratch in a love-triangle. Despite writing a piece of fiction, it does not come to reality. It's possible that one needs a certain level of artistic talent to achieve actual changes in reality, or the Dark Presence chooses what comes to life or not.”

I cannot describe with words how much joy the deltarune crossover drawings bring me it's my second favorite game after genshin and they look so cute the way you drew them for it aaaaaaaaaaa

thank you so much! undertale as a whole has my heart for a long time, and deltarune was one of the first games I ever get to experience since release (playing it and all!).

it's one of my favourite ideas to play around among all the genshin stuff I draw, meshing up what I hold dear together (just like the undertale crossover comic I did) and yeah! really ended up having fun entirely, hoping to do more next time around.

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[Image description: Alan Wake fanart. The top half depicts Alan and Alice Wake dancing on Cauldron Lake. Alan stands behind Alice with his right arm wrapped around her back, and they hold hands by his head. Alice leans back with her eyes closed and her other arm holds onto his. A bright sky is behind them with green mountainous hills behind the blue lake. Their feet leave ripples on the lake surface. Mirrored on the lake's reflection is Thomas Zane and Barbara Jagger dancing in the same manner as Alan and Alice. Barbara holds her upper body more upright as she dances, and Thomas's diving suit glows from its face plates. The underside of the lake is a dark blue with wispy shadows which touch Barbara. End description.]

The writer and his muse

Alternate version and close ups underneath the cut.

[Image description: The first image is the same drawing as described before but with a more reddish-purple tone. The second image shows a close up of Alan and Alice from their arms up. The third image shows a close up of Barbara and Zane turned upright from their arms up. End description.]

TV these days!

Rejoice, ye! I've listened to the new Riddler: Secrets in the Dark and can confirm that Hasan Minhaj continues to deliver a delightfully engaging performance as the Riddler. (You can tell he did a good job because I'm posting art again!)

So happy Remedy included this part in their last Development Diary! In the game files, there is a folder containing the narration for one of the many iterations the story went through, and I really recommend checking them on AppleBox2 channel because is interesting to see how this game evolved until what we have now. If you're still theorizing about Zane, it's worth listening to his payphone lines because his behaviour is slightly different and we can notice the concern in his voice when he finds out Alan is remembering things. The unused Scratch lines are also intriguing especially when it comes to Cynthia, and it's always good to hear Matt exploring with his voice.

That said, I want to share a little something I started doing in December. It's just a matter of time until we have proper editing with ambiance sound for the manuscripts available on YT so I'm playing with the proof of concept files instead. It's one of those WIPs that require a lot of time to put together and I'm not sure when I'll finish, but I still find amoosing seeing Remedy sharing a bit of the Night Club section. ✨

dialogue like this makes me feel bananas, but also. love that he talks to Alan exclusively in exclamation marks. what's wrong with him

༒ ʜᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ? ༒

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ, ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ɪ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ. ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴏɴᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪQᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇʟʏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴠɪꜱᴜᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜɪɢʜ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʀɴᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴏʀꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇxʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ.

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏ ꜰɪʟᴛᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ ᴇɢᴏꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛᴛɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴀᴡʏᴇʀ, ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇꜱ ʙꜱ, ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ, ɢʟᴏᴏᴍʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴏᴋ/ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ. ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ. ɢᴏᴛʜꜱ. ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ᴀᴍᴜꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ. ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴄᴀʀꜱ. ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛꜱ. ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ, ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴏʀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀɪᴄʜ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀɴᴛ ʀᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ-ᴋᴇʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ��ᴜʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴏᴏɴꜱ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ, ʀɪᴅᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴏʀ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅᴇ. (ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ.)