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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 7 months

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Man. How did I forget that an entire subplot of Dazai's main story was just. Trying to trap him into having a single conversation with MC like a normal person I'm so akhdjgfkljshgskjd

I just love watching her, Arthur, and Isaac deadass plot with glee to get one over on Dazai it's killing me, this is some Hamlet level shit (no Charles do not stand behind the curtain to kill Dazai coming in the window!!! yamero!!!!!)

Also because I felt personally attacked (/j) when Isaac said this:

I love you Isaac but pls have mercy on creatives we only have one brain cell and we're trying s o hard oTL

Although, and I'll leave it under the cut since I'm back on my Comte-posting, but the way Comte talks about Dazai fascinates me. Also just as fair warning, I do broach a lot of the topics that come up in Dazai rt so trigger warnings for self-harm, suicide, CPTSD and PTSD, trauma, etc. I don't go too too in-depth, but they are there.

Comte: "Dazai is quite skilled at concealing what he's really feeling, even from himself, perhaps."

The way he instantly remarks on how Dazai is not only working to conceal what he feels from others, but also from himself. Tbh I think that's enormously perceptive, because at first glance most people tend to think Dazai is lazy, troublesome, flippant, or erratic (and sometimes, a combination of all of these).

I love that he sees to the core of who Dazai is and what he's feeling; fear. Dazai is afraid of hurting someone again, but I also think on some level he's made it an ontological problem; he's afraid of himself. He thinks his very existence is a negative entity, something that exists only to hurt and/or estrange other people, something wrong/different. I'd argue that's why he's so adamant about mood-making and keeping to himself. If you never express how you truly feel or live true to yourself, on some level you can't entirely reach others. Because fundamentally, being close to other people does require some level of lowered defenses and sharing. Ergo, never dwell too long or give too much of yourself away, never make a mark on anyone--good or bad.

As a side note, Theo calls him "a half-strewn dandelion puff" and I agree that's rather blunt, but on some level Theo operates on a level of utility. His entire operating precept is that life and work must serve a discrete purpose. And Dazai, in choosing to opt out of living with meaning/intent out of fear, makes this description entirely consistent with Theo's perspective of the world. Though his phrasing is harsh and perhaps one-dimensional, I do find it interesting that he comes to a similar conclusion as Comte as to what Dazai is doing.

Comte talks about it with such clarity and calm, he really does feel so parental in this moment. He's not necessarily minimizing the reality of how Dazai is experiencing the world, but he also clearly doesn't agree with Dazai's self-perception. Perhaps most striking to me is how Comte seems to understand that the only threat Dazai poses is to himself...Sometimes it feels like, in the case of conditions like mental illness/depression/etc. people are so eager to assume ill will of a person. This is only exponentially compounded if they prove to have striking intelligence and strategic capacity, the same way Dazai does. I guess I can't help but appreciate that Comte knows the difference between strong and scared, and even how the lines between the two can and often do blur (perhaps best exemplified in his relationships with Jeanne and Dazai).

(Side note: I forgot which event it was but, one time when Dazai was homesick for cherry blossom watching, Comte had the entire house filled with flowers to cheer him up [insert ugly sobbing]).

For someone so enigmatic, evasive, and distant, Comte still notices instantly that Dazai is much, much happier with MC. I suppose it makes me wonder if Comte knew all along that Dazai's real wish was to be accepted and loved as he was, but kept quiet out of respect for his privacy. I would offer too that sometimes people need to realize these things on their own for the information to have value.

But what really gets my ass is what Comte says right after:

This is my bread and butter (so is he but that's not the point of this particular TED talk). In the last few years I've done a lot of exploratory work on how trauma is mapped both internally but also visibly on the body. What I think is engaging here is that, while it could be read on a surface level as "body language gives people's true intentions away" I don't think that's quite what he's getting at. Or perhaps better phrased, it's an oversimplification. I don't think it's that body language can't communicate real and important information about people's lives. Rather, that people associate rigid and absolutist interpretations to singular mannerisms, which does a disservice to both parties. Nobody can know a person at a glance; to say that you do reduces the lived reality of the opposite party.

Comte gives simple examples and couches his words for the context of the moment, but I think that first line is incredibly telling. "But the body is remarkably truthful." It makes me think of how, in moments where Comte is overcome with anxiety as a result of traumatic recurrence, he has acute panic attacks (i.e. shortened breath, racing heart, trembling). How Leonardo's lethargy (i.e. napping on the floor everywhere like the hobo he is) belies the reality of his very real exhaustion, the emotional turmoil that comes with a fraught immortal life.

Dazai's endless struggle with dissociation and self-harm, the way he stood in the rain unmoving at the thought of MC returning home to the modern era. Whether to numb himself from the pain of that grief/loneliness, or perhaps more likely the self-immolation of subjecting himself to the re-enactment of the most harrowing moment of his life. To relive that anguish as a reminder; to abstain from making the same mistake ever again. Jeanne's endless bodily tension, struggles with basic self-care (appears to be interoception-based; reduced signalling of the need to eat/rest/etc.), and self-isolation to cope in a world where only the strong survive. Never safe, always alone, always defensive.

I think, for many people in general but especially people who have been through intense PTSD/CPTSD/etc., it can be hard to express these feelings directly. Whether they are forcibly silenced, ridiculed into self-derision/self-concealment, or are overwhelmed by emotions that are difficult to process--each manifests itself in unconventional ways. It means a lot to me when those phenomena are portrayed so sensitively in written works/media, that they're explored with real intention and narrative subtlety to communicate how hard it is for people who are wounded or simply different (or both, as often is the case).

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Even more than that, and this is an observation at the end of Dazai's route, is Comte's open belief that life is something to be cherished. Of course, like any other person he has behaviors he won't abide and people he doesn't feel partial to, but by and large he doesn't take life lightly. Perhaps that's why he doesn't expect Dazai to resort to such measures again, in conjunction with the circumstances of his transition. From an outsider perspective, I could see how Comte might assume Dazai no longer wishes for that if he seemed to regret his initial course of action by seeking resurrection. There is also the implication that Dazai is always at war with himself, and therefore might give contradictory impressions; one moment he wants to live, the next he doesn't. This is precisely what led him to ask Charles for help to subdue his own 'cowardice.' (His terms, not mine. [bonks him]) There is a sizeable subset of s-word survivors who, after recovery, feel that their problems were actually solvable despite their despair in the moment.

Of course, that doesn't apply to everyone, but I think there's something to be said of Comte feeling such real affection for the mansion boys that he is stricken to find out what Dazai attempted. And perhaps unsurprisingly, very adamant to keep him from ever pursuing such a course of action again. He's incredibly vulnerable about his horror that he might have inflicted something on Dazai that he never wanted in bringing him back, though Dazai comfortably refutes any lack of agency in the situation.

I guess I feel very compelled by the duality inherent in Comte's glass heart, precisely because of how realistic it feels. His greatest strength is his sensitivity, but it's also his greatest weakness in tandem. His genuine care for Dazai--the unwavering belief that his life is valuable and worthy--ends up being the reason he doesn't anticipate Dazai's rather deeply entrenched self-loathing. And to be honest, I'm a bit inclined to agree; looking back on a third reading Dazai feels way too hard on himself. It feels like the young girl's death was more a catalyst for what Dazai was already feeling, than anything. Dazai wanted so badly to have a reason to despise himself (as he already disliked how different and out of place he naturally felt) and with this, his self-reproach could have a viable, rational explanation. A locus outside of his body by which to rationalize his self-hatred. Accident or not becomes irrelevant; he was involved, and thus he is guilty.

He reminds me a lot of that post that was circulating once about how cultish behavior inculcates intelligent people with more devastating pull than one might expect, because intelligent people can more easily and more insistently find ways to desperately rationalize their situation to function in that whirlpool of abuse. Dazai feels like he's in this same such Catch-22, so busy believing he deserves to be scorned (because of how well he hides his perceived abnormalities) that he takes steps to ensure and reinforce it. He wants and needs to see his reality make sense, and if it won't answer his designs he will find a way to make it so.

It fascinates me because Dazai is an incredibly complex example of someone who desires control, but instead of inflicting it with external rapacity, he targets his own internal state. I once heard a Buddhist explain: yes, it is a sign of disturbance to engage with others aggressively and without grace. However, it is also a sign of disturbance when the mind seeks to harm one's own body. Although Dazai's disturbance is not as apparent, it is there. And that's part of what makes him so excruciatingly compelling to me, in a lot of ways he is the manifestation of the Sisyphean suffering of being ill in a quiet way. In enduring and smiling and laughing because you don't want to burden others--or know you're not allowed to--all while you slowly bleed from the inside out.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp comte #ikevamp theo #ikevamp meta #i love how isaac straight up is like #'man now that you mention it he hasn't been harassing me either'#I S A A C 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣#the way i can't stop laughing. and. AND he really said #'omfg...Dazai writes!? on god????? fr??????'#ICE COLD #ISAAC I SWEAR TO GOD NOBODY ACKNOWLEDGES UR SENSE OF HUMOR ENOUGH AND THAT INCLUDES ME #I BEG UR FORGIVENESS APPLE KING #also is it wrong that like #one side of me is entirely capable of acknowledging the gravity of the situation but the other just #is so close to losing it when MC asks Dazai what his writing is abt #and he unironically says 'the death of a clown'#truly gen z would have loved him its tragic he's not here with us #dazai main story route #minnie mumbles #also 🥺 the way comte spoke of him so fondly #my heart is so tender...#i really do love how sincerely he sees his children for who they are #i also love that no matter how much dazai thinks he's unworthy comte never thinks the same T_T #I routinely cry about that scene at the end where he's like '💢young man you better not do anything like that a g a i n.'#tw suicide #tw self-harm #tw suicidal ideation

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one-half-guy · 6 months

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Silver with the Chaos Emeralds floating around him: That's gonna be a tough fight, are you ready?

Blaze with the Sol Emeralds floating around her: Always ready!

*Magical Girl Transformation Sequences*

Vector as they fly away: Charmy.

Charmy: Hm?

Vector: Jaws.

Espio & Gold: (•o•)

Charmy: Oh. *Closes their mouths*

#silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #vector the crocodile #charmy bee #espio the chameleon #gold the tenrec #goldaze #Espilver #incorrect sonic quotes #it's really tragic that in the only time Espio could've witnessed Super Silver in action he was occupied fighting his zombie bros #welp better opportunities will surge in canon eventually... i hope #s; moringmark's comics #hope he doesn't mind

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pokimoko · 5 months

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Listening to instrumentals from the silly doo-wee-ooo show is actually something that can be so painful.

#doctor who #doctor who music #murray gold #segun akinola #musings about music #this is specifically about 10's theme in vale decem. the long song in 11's regen piece. and clara's theme in face the raven / clara's diner #i get psychic damage everytime i simply hear the use of the motifs elsewhere because of the tragic associations those sadder renditions hav #obviously these songs aren't the only examples in doctor who but they are by far the most emotionally devastating ones for me personally #and obviously it isn't just leitmotifs either. basically hearing any piece that played during a sad scene gets to me.#how are you supposed to explain to your coworkers that you're tearing up because of instrumental sound association?#'yeah sorry these violins and humming sounds summoned vivid images of my favourite character dying/leaving and it made me sad'#love that composers can just straight up pavlov bell your emotions by getting you to associate a melody with a sad scene #an addition to this is doctor who instrumentals that make me nostalgic because I associate them with my own past #like 'this is gallifrey: our childhood. our home'. that song was one of my alarms for a good long while back when i was 15ish #so it kinda transports me back to that time in my life whenever i hear it. music really is its own little kind of time travel #i am very much looking forward to the continuing psychological damage murray gold will inflict upon me in the new season #and to have previously uplifting character leitmotifs used against me and forever be contaminated with sad feelings. love to see it #(also: not a instrumental but damn 'the stowaway' has no right being as good as it is. who knew a christmas sea shanty could sound so great #apologies for this probably niche-ish post (is it niche to know ost title's by heart? asking for friend). just feeling things about music

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youssefguedira · 8 months

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you know the jafar movie being very very unlikely to ever happen is good news for everyone involved but especially me because i won't have to try and compare it to the secret good one that lives in my head

#i've been thinking about my hypothetical ideal person to play jafar's tragic dead (? haven't decided if he's actually gonna die or not)#childhood best friend / boyfriend. think riz ahmed could do it #but really it could be anyone.#neon has thoughts #NOW to determine if the prince anders movie is happening. as aladdin 2019's no 1 defender if i could go back in time to kill that movie #before it ever even got close to production i would. but it's been too long with no news i don't think it's real

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wordswithloveee · 4 months

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#she really said oh y’all’s are gay okay #Spock really was not giving off ‘straight Everyman’ in this film #the entire crew are dressed in different flavors of extremely homosexual #this movie is glorious #memory loss Spock is making me wanna cry tbh #it’s so gay (fun) instead of gay(tragic and insane) like the other three #star trek #star trek tos #spock #tos spock #james t kirk #k/s #spirk #tos spirk #star trek iv: the voyage home #the one with the whales

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arsene-fixates · 1 month

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the profoundness of my s/i (the seeker) as a character.. because they’re seen as someone meant to save the city of Darkwood, it makes them this never changing pillar of support that the townspeople can go to

something about how they as a character stays static while they watch all the people around them get to change and grow, and they’re left behind

the townspeople go through character arcs and flitting through different positions (e.g. a character joining a troop of guards) whereas the seeker stays the seeker.

They feel as if they’re not meant to change not that they don’t want to but because they don’t have the personal time to due to spending all of it on helping around town

#They can be so sad #Honestly they’re a lot more tragic #to really think about their circumstances in the game #Even tho I know its like that so the player can insert themselves. Into the seeker #If you think about it in a more realistic light it’s pretty sad #I would have made this into a comic but I wouldn’t know how to put it into a monologue #If u do read this 🫶 thankies i love you #S/I: Mellilla #i need to change that tag btw

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thewingedwolf · 9 months

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the thing about the time travelers is that being uprooted from their own time to another fundamentally breaks every single one of them. It’s the shock of it, the way the magic and the experience utterly changes them, remakes them into something that isn’t exactly human anymore and then puts them back together and says “now go try to live your life again.”

it doesn’t matter if they fall through like claire, if they smash through with a bloody purpose like geillis, or they walk through with a prayer like brianna. they all belong to the faeries now and there’s nothing they can do to get around it. down to the way they speak to each other - roger says some pretty fairy words that donner recognizes, speaking a language only they understand. claire’s magical knowledge can’t save her from being hunted and tried as a witch, a faerie, a traitor, a murderess. ottertooth’s cassandra esque warnings of the future do nothing but cause strife among the same people he wanted to save.

even their morality has wholly changed into something else, something inhuman. roger says it himself in the premiere; when you’re scared and alone and desperate and there’s no way to get home, your sense of morality shifts and twists in a vain attempt to protect yourself.

so a doctor becomes a murderess and a freedom fighter becomes a slaver and a holy man watches while a woman and her child are drowned and an independent modern yank loses every shred of what made her stand out and a man who fought the never ending death march of genocide goes back in time and stands frozen as he listens to a woman just like him be tortured and raped and he stands there and does nothing because he’s small and tired and old and he wasn’t even supposed to land in this year and he didn’t even meet his own fucking people anyway and hes scared, so scared, and he just wants to go home.

and geillis and ottertooth and donner are all forced to die in this terrifying, human world. they can never go back to the realm of the faeries because it never even existed. claire going back does not heal her, it breaks her even more. there’s no going back, there’s no going forward, because they are the ones that are wrong now. and all their worst traits get amplified and all their best traits twist into something wicked until geillis’ fanatical devotion to the independence of her people - to the detriment of all others - is what gets her killed. ottertooth’s steely resolve does nothing but get him stubbornly stuck alone in that storm. and donner’s fear for the future eats him whole, and a man that shouldn’t even be in this time lights a match that doesn’t even exist yet, and realizes that his fear will never get him back home but if all he does is drop the match and let the flame consume him, he can find his damning release all the same.

#rani liveblogs outlander #outlander #claire beauchamp fraser #brianna fraser #roger mackenzie #wendigo donner #geillis duncan #ottertooth #me falling in love with tragic 6 episode arcs? it’s more likely than you think #this series really has s tier recurring characters tho.#and the way each one of them has such a complicated and rich story with claire. and all of these characters have different relationships #with her! no two are the same even as they run on a theme. i hate how interesting the time travel aspect is to me!!!!! it’s barely there!!!

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frogs-in3-hills · 4 months

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the thing about me is i am obsessed with oumatsu i just don't talk about it because it's embarrassing how obsessed with them i am

#sully is typing #ndrv3 #oumatsu #oumaede #no shade to saihara i love saihara i think he's wonderful #but we were seriously robbed of the akamatsu & ouma dynamic it's tragic really......#if v3 so good WHERE'S AKAMATSU HUH??? yall thought you could get away w giving us a female protag and then fridging her immediately????#ahem. anyway #please watch their ch1 heart events they're so good and interesting i'm only a little insane about them at any given point in time #or not heart events. whatever the bonding cutscenes are called in dr i forget.#drv3 spoilers #ndrv3 spoilers #saioumatsu ALSO fucking rules but i just feel like yall sleeping on the oumatsu part..... that s my hottest dr take aren't you impressed #yeah yeah sorry for talking about danganronpa (lying)

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sexyleon · 2 years

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Just thinking about how young Leon looks in re4r and it really drives home how his youth has been stolen from him. He was coerced into working for the government after raccoon city, continuously forced to fight through hell after hell— his twenties are gone by the time he makes it to Spain but he is still so so young. It’s sad to think of how much was taken from him.

#leon s kennedy #re4 remake #re4make #re4r #resident evil #resi #Resident Evil has always been anti-government anti-capitalism anti-corporation.#like Leon is a cog in a machine #he had a really nuanced storyline and it’s super tragic #plz no sexyleon

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tanoraqui · 1 year

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I mean I get why there's a lot of S&D fic for such a niche fandom with a frankly bizarre canon format. It's like you get a short prompt every day. Anyway, this is for this one.

“Animancer, don’t do this,” Barnaby begged, his hands flat on the wall of the magical confinement circle in which he was trapped. Across the basement, Kotetsu whined in ghostly pain. “Please don’t make me do this.”

Barnaby wished he knew the villain’s real name. She was definitely possessed, and real names were supposed to help with that. But they weren’t that good nemeses.

Animancer gave a gloating laugh, echoed eerily by whatever was giving her those glowing eyes and ectoplasmic horns. Some sort of demon, from what he'd glimpsed of the notes in her black tome of forbidden knowledge.

“Make you do what, St. Bernard, watch my plans come to glorious fruition?” She spread her arms, beckoning in the whirlwind of ghosts being pulled forcibly into the bloody pentagram in which she stood. “Well, tough luck! You’re out of your league and there’s nothing else you can do!”

She was pretty much right, unfortunately. Animancer had been a D-tier villain when they’d faced off before, for her cruel press-ganging of animal ghosts into her service for petty crime. But sometime between now and the pet cemetery incident last June, she’d escalated fast. Her lair was still just her oversized basement, but the cages filling it now held human souls as well, some from people she’d killed herself—and soon, all would be drawn into the ghostly vortex building around her, nothing but fuel for the demon she was summoning. And Barnaby was trapped behind a barrier which no mortal could pass, and which he couldn’t affect from inside it, while Kotetsu was trapped behind a barrier which no ghost could pass—while also being yanked toward the vortex. Kotetsu was pressed flat against the magical wall of his pentacle trap, making great canine whimpers of distress.

“Please,” Barnaby repeated, “do not make me use scary dog privileges!” (Morgan’s silly names for things were infectious.)

But Kotetsu started howling in pain, a wail matched only by the helpless ghosts of humans and animals alike being pulled into Animancer’s ritual, and Barnaby drew his phone and dialed. If the demon actually arrived, he’d really be outclassed. But if he could flip the tables…

Animancer sneered even harder, as the phone rang. “What, this ‘scary dog’?”

She waved her hand and the warding spell around Kotetsu vanished.

Kotetsu fell flat, then scrambled to his feet and started dashing toward Barnaby, racing to jump into the dog-shaped space in Barnaby’s spirit. Barnaby reached back the same way—

But neither of them was strong enough to withstand Animancer’s spell. Kotetsu’s paws scrabbled frictionless against the floor as he was pulled backwards. Animancer laughed maniacally.

“No!” Barnaby cried.

“Did you call me just to yell at me?” Alex asked, annoyed, from the phone Barnaby had forgotten he was still holding to his ear.

“No, I need your help! There's a demon being summoned, and it's going to consume all these lost souls from the neighborhood—”

"Hm, pass." Barnaby could practically hear the S-tier’s expression turn from bored to cruel. "Or you could beg me..."

Animancer threw her head back and started swallowing the ghosts, glowing brighter and brighter with each helplessly screaming spirit.

"Alex, Kotetsu is going to get eaten."

"Oh hell no!"

Barnaby heard the back half of the sentence in person as well as over the phone, as Alex appeared in the room without fanfare. They dropped their phone, grabbed Kotetsu by his floating, frantically doggie-paddling paws and yanked him down. Holding him close in one arm like a massively oversized toddler, they strode forward and side-kicked Animancer in the chest. She flew out of her bloody ritual circle and hit the opposite wall, hard.

The roar of the ghost-twister summoning spell diminished, though none of the ghosts actually vanished. They were still trapped here, wailing in distressed cacophony.

Alex's snarl cut cleanly through them as they advanced on Animator. "This is my dog. You do not touch my dog."

"He’s not your dog!" Barnaby called.

"My useless Dog Boy, too," Alex added, not missing a beat.

Animator struggling back to her feet, still glowing electric blue. Alex started to glow an extraordinarily menacing gold in reply.

Kotetsu recovered enough from his shock to phase out of Alex's arms and finally, finally get back to Barnaby. As always, melding with him was like being excitedly and lovingly tackled and licked all over, and all Barnaby wanted to do was scratch his ears (spiritually, physically, every which way) and tell him that he was a good boy, such a good boy, didn't the best boys not get eaten by demon-summoning ghost vortexes? Yes they did! That's what they did!

...but there were innocents to save. Now not entirely mortal for the moment, Barnaby ran easily through the pentacle trap’s wall, and made it to the other side of the room just in time to catch Alex's fist with dog-augmented strength before they yanked Animancer's heart out of her chest or something.

(Okay, dog-augmented strength and the power of being on the Do Not Kill List.)

"What now?" Alex snapped.

"If you pull the demon out of her, fully manifest like it was clearly aiming for, you'll get a better fight," Barnaby said quickly.

Alex stared at him judgingly. But they couldn't hide the way their snake-slit pupils dilated with bloodlust.

"Fine," they said finally. "But it'd better really be a good fight, Dog Boy."

They loosed their grip on Animancer's throat and grabbed her—or whatever it was—by the glowing ectoplasmic horn instead. They flew upward, crashing through multiple floors of Animancer's house without pause, dragging something behind them that screamed as it was torn out of Animancer's body.

Animancer screamed, too, in agony until the demon was fully out of her body. Then she collapsed.

Barnaby dropped to his knees to check her pulse. Alive!

“Kotetsu, out,” he ordered, and lost that full-body warmth of affection as Kotetsu rematerialized beside him—but they did exchange a few ear scratches and excited licks before Barnaby stood and ordered, “Watch over her and bark if she wakes up, or gets worse, okay? I’ve got to find her necronomicon.”

And then get her out of here before Alex decided rending the demon to ectoplasmic shreds wasn’t fun enough and they needed to deal with the problem at the source, and get some mild necromancy powers in the process. Barnaby looked up at the clashes of blue and gold, unearthly shrieks and equally chilling laughter now happening above. He probably had a few minutes. He really didn’t want Alex finding that tome, either.

He scuffed the blood pentagram open first, of course, releasing all the gathered ghosts. Some dissipated instantly; others flew off, charged up with pain or wrath. That was…probably also a problem.

Barnaby sighed as he set-to searching the garage for Animancer’s cursed notes. This was why he preferred working with Morgan. There were certain overbearing complications, but at least once a heist was done, foiled or not, it was usually done, instead of snowballing into extended ghost-hunts. Animancer’s basement lair didn’t even have puzzles, even though she’d classed up to nearly B-tier. It was just a mess.

#s & d tier #alex stewart #alex s tier #barnaby s&d tier #fanfiction #my fic #tragically i thought up a backstory for barnaby while writing this which contradicts a backstory for barnaby #i found in a fic which i really like #ah schroedinger's backstory...is the dog dead or alive...

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unofficialadamtaurus · 1 year

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Oh I see how it is. When Neopolitan beats one of the mains to a bloody pulp it's forgivable because she looked a little sad but when I ADAM TAURUS do the exact same thing it's suddenly unforgivable. /heavy j obviously but the double standard is absolutely insane.

Hmmm what’s the difference between Emerald and Neo and Adam…it’ll come to me but hmmm I can’t figure it out…hmm…hmmmmm

#invincibleweasel #unofficial adam answers #adam taurus #rwde #purely in the world of the show the double standard for characters is wild #Neo perpetuates atrocities and takes glee in inflicting pain #but she’s got an uwu sad backstory and lost someone she loved so she gets an ambiguous ‘death’ that isn’t really a death #based on what the show just established with Ruby #emerald likewise perpetuates atrocities but expresses minor qualms with it #but faces exactly zero repercussions for switching sides out of her own self interest #adam gets stabbed in the front and back in the first bloody on screen murder in the show #then plummets over a cliff #smashes into rocks on the way down #and finally hits water #minutes after revealing his WAY MORE TRAGIC BACKSTORY #the racism is insane #the difference is he’s a Faunus and that’s it /s

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rystiel · 5 months

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guys ok so this ep was awesome and cool But i’m kind of sad that there was no martha, rory, nardole, or fam and dan mention at all </3

#also idc how y’all feel about the fam and 13’s era but like. that canonly happened wym there’s 0 reference to it besides the flux 😭#for martha i’m hoping maybe she’ll just show up again and that’s why she wasn’t mentioned idk lmao #poor rory bro was a companion. not just the companion’s husband 💀💀#and nardole was there the whole season he also got a. somewhat. tragic ending damn #and the fam didn’t get tragic endings really but still #PLUS DAN !!!!! he also didn’t have a tragic ending really but i love dan #and yaz was another heartbreak for the doctor smh #maybe not the most fleshed out romance of the show but she’s a canon love interest that the doctor JUST lost like 3 episodes ago </3 #like mannnnnn #yknow #anyway sorry sorry cool fun awesome episode i am just. saying thoughts sorry ☝🏼#doctor who #doctor who spoilers #doctor who the giggle

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hallothere · 8 months

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well I anticipate you getting some angsty ones, so for the wellbeing of our guys I'm just gonna sliiiiide 34 (Trust/Comfort/Safety) in here. heck why not a 79 (hugs) and 57 (rescue) while we're at it

T-T-T-TRIPLE COMBOOOOO (34, 79, 57)

(technically in compliance. this one is a little violent and near-death-y with a side of made-up Ranger surgery so. be warnéd)

Baugarch was dead, to begin with.

The warg-father, minion of sorcerers, and fell-guardian of the Blackwolds was finished.

And so was Ningeryn, daughter of Nirondil, Ranger of the Dunedain. She lay under the corpse, still holding one sword in her hand as it pierced the heart of her enemy. The other was lodged in the beast's back. Not enough to have killed it the first time.

It hurt too much to cry properly so she let the tears stream down her face. Her first assignment... and her last. At least she'd done it. At least she'd found the warg, even if she didn't have enough time to track it to its den, or warn Andreg. She was supposed to get backup before she faced the beast in combat. She hadn't had enough time.

The warg was now too heavy to lift. She tried, but she was well and fully pinned. She'd scared birds in the otherwise silent Chetwood when she cried out. It wasn't how she wanted to die, in the silent, empty forest. Alone. She tried to put a brave face on it. At least she'd done a good turn for the people of Combe, Archet, and the surrounding towns. Farmers wouldn't get eaten. Woodsmen neither.

And she'd put down the sorcerer's beast. The minion of the one that took Amdir from them. And Mundol and Toradan. And Reniolind... Reniolind had been her friend, and they'd ensorceled Amdir until he'd been stolen from them completely. Until he couldn't see friend and foe.

The tears came faster now that she thought of her friend. She'd die not far from him, maybe have her name etched next to his. But she'd wanted to live. She'd wanted to avenge him as she could, and keep the lands they'd promised to watch over safe. But she'd lashed out too hotly. Swung her swords with no thought of defense, only destroying the warg that represented everything horrible in Breeland.

Everything became dimmer for a bit. She wasn't sure how much later it had been when a horse whinnied in protest. Boots crunched in the leaf litter and then Baugarch's corpse lurched on top of her. She cried out again. The dead warg rolled into the grass and a blurry face filled up her vision.

"Ningeryn! Hang on. Hang on..." It was Andreg! He'd made it... She never thought anyone would. "You had to go and challenge the beast yourself..."

But the rescue had come too late. She squeezed his arm once and all went dark.

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Ningeryn woke up screaming. She hadn't meant to, but the warg was clawing her again and that had already killed her once. She didn't want to do it again.

"Help her, Amlan!"

But that was Saeradan, and Saeradan would rather die than let her get torn to shreds. Well, if he could help it. And if Amlan was there too, they would be more than a match for some scruffy warg of Angmar.

On instinct she pressed her shoulders and head into the surface she was laying on. Wood. A floor maybe. There were hands on her arms, and she could feel them wavering as if they were actively afraid they'd hurt her. Someone was laying across her legs with equal hesitation. Saeradan needed her not to kick and roll. She would do it- anything- for him.

Ningeryn reached out for a hand and found one quickly. Heedless of the fact that there were bones under the skin, she squeezed it for all she was worth.

"Ningeryn?" It was Amlan this time. Sounding pained. Likely, his were the bones being reduced to dust. "Can you hear me?"

She nodded. It was all the motion she could stand, rigid and tensed against the pain as she was.

"Can you drink something? Saeradan can't stop now, you've lost too much blood. You were asleep before, but now--"

Now she knew. They were trying to save her. Ningeryn had fought to be here, in Bree, in the ranks of the Rangers. She would fight, but not fight Amlan and Saeradan and Andreg. That warg wouldn't kill her twice.

She managed to nod again, and to swallow something sweet and heavy. It went down bitterly, but it stayed down. Saeradan was muttering something soothing as he went to apply a different salve over what she presumed was a section he'd already sewn. Or, just maybe hot lava, as something like liquid flame touched an open cut and she screamed again.

She held Amlan's hand until it went dark once more.

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Next she awoke, she was in the middle of drinking something freezing. She sputtered and that lit a fire in her torso. It was dulled, red embers maybe, but it was still there and it still hurt. The drink had been moved and someone was drying her face with a towel.

"You're safe. You're in Saeradan's house. It's me, Andreg, and you've been asleep for almost a day. Nestadam is on her way from Nen Harn, and she'll be here soon."

Ningeryn didn't respond as gently and eloquently. "Whahappen?" Her mouth felt dry- probably the reason for the offered drink- and she felt like her head was wrapped in wool.

"Do you remember anything? What was the last thing we talked about?"

She wanted to curse his protocol and his probing questions. But, she was still leaned up against him where he'd helped her to drink and she was very comfortable. One arm hugged supportively around her shoulders, the other lost to the void or possibly still holding the towel. Ningeryn was unfortunately familiar with being nursemaided, but it was still a safe feeling. A good feeling.

"I killed it," she said at last, "I killed that warg."

Andreg sighed. "Without backup. What possessed you--"

"Don't rile her up, Andreg." That was Saeradan. All gentle admonishment. "You think she hasn't learned her lesson?"

The hand she could feel tightened around her shoulder. "No, of course not." Not a true retort. Andreg was uncommonly quiet. But she was sure about why now, as she was coming out of the fog. He'd even warned her about it before she left. He couldn't lose another of them so soon. Not after Reniolind.

"I'm fine." Ningeryn said. If she sounded sure enough she might convince them both. "I'm tired, and it does hurt a little, but I'm fine."

"No you're not."

Aha. Two voices in tandem. Ningeryn let herself smile. Oh she was fine now, and she was sure they'd make certain of it.

#ask games #fic tag #writing tag #ningeryn #saga of a babyranger #saeradan #amlan #andreg #o o p s did i make her backstory angstier with andreg in it #and uhhhh #hmm well i didin't mean to torture her this much #but it sure makes sense about why she latches onto bronagir #'hello brother i will fight and die for you'#oops #i really didn't mean for her to have the Tragicer TM backstory but---

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