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slusheeduck · 18 days

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Champion

No one ever told you what happened to daedric champions after their task.

With good reason, of course, because for the most part, they just didn’t survive it. The forces of good would often triumph, typically with aedric glory. But, more often, it was because the average daedric champion was an idiot. They get one taste, one tiny taste, of power gifted by their patron, and suddenly they’re beset with visions of godhood and total dominion over all, including the powers of Oblivion. And then, on top of that, they have the audacity to be shocked when their Prince throws them out like the bad apple they are.

Taranil, however, had not been an idiot. He had not been stupid enough to believe that he was better than she who literally toyed with the strings of fate. And, while he’d thrown out a lot of his noble upbringing to survive the most hellish year of his life, he’d held on to the fact that gratitude was a must–especially when dealing with someone more powerful than you. It wasn’t lip service, of course; he was genuinely devoted, obsessively devoted to her. After all, she was the reason he was alive at all.

“You silly boy, you didn’t even ask for a boon! You did all this yourself. Color me impressed.”

“I didn’t need one. You’ve already given me what I asked for, and I offered my service in return.”

The temple, squirreled away underground where it couldn’t be found by those who didn’t know of it, lay in ruins as he picked his way back to a familiar grotto. Abandoned for years now, the altars remained–subjects waiting for new fools to come up to them and bargain their way into Oblivion. He knelt in front of the one he sought, still humble, still obedient. Invisible hands roamed over him–grazing his scarred cheek, down his back, over his thighs, and one wrapping a strand of bright silver hair around a clawed finger.

“Still. You could have asked for something if you wanted it. Unmatched power…”

“I’ve never been good with magic.”

“Unparalleled influence…”

“I won that myself.”

“Not even an artifact!”

“It would have ruined the plot. It would have given me away before it was time.”

“Oh, Taranil. You are such a funny thing. I suppose that’s why I like you enough to name you my Champion. Well, then I suppose the best boon I can give you now is your freedom.”

“What? But…but you must have more need of me. You must have more tasks that need doing. Please, I offered my service.”

“And I may have need of it in the future. But for now? You wanted your freedom and your fortune. You can have it now. Go, live. Enjoy what you did actually ask for.”

“No! No, I…” But the hands were gone, and so was she.

There really isn’t a rush that matches being named Champion, especially when it’s given by someone like her. Before his bargain, before the bite, before Vvardenfell, Taranil had always seen himself as a stupid, pretty thing, because that’s all anyone had ever seen him as.

But not her.

She called him clever. She called him beautiful. She made him stronger, made him ruthless, made sense of all the threads he’d seen–connections, betrayals, love and hate and convenience–and taught him how to weave them together and snap them in half. What boon had he ever needed? She’d unlocked his potential, and that was more than a gift than any title or estate could be.

And what highs, what spectacular highs, came with a purpose like this. Carrying out the will of his Prince, using what she had taught him to bind and cut and weave the threads of this silly cult together to serve his purpose. How satisfying to see their priestess, so hubristic in her position, crumble as she realized what he was, what he’d done, and how powerless she was to stop the stitches being ripped out in front of her.

“How awful that this is how we meet again, Lor–Kinlord. My deepest condolences.”

“Very kind of you, cerum.”

“To be killed so viciously…and right before you came back from your wretched year abroad. You must be devastated.”

It had been so quick. The return home, and the immediate disowning. As if it had been his fault he’d been shipped away to Vvardenfell. One look at his parents had confirmed his worst fears: they had wished he was dead.

“Yes, well. You know as well as I that they never strayed from the path of Alaxon. I imagine in some ways, death must have been a relief. Imagine, getting to finally reach Aetherius. It’s the culmination of praxis, isn’t it?”

“Beautifully put, Kinlord.”

He’d gotten his mother first. There was a savage satisfaction as his teeth tore into her throat, finally silencing every sharp word, every disparaging hiss, every curse toward him and the gods that of all the children to be stuck with, she had him. As she fell back in her seat, blood seeped into the golden hair she’d been so proud of–he laughed, despite himself. After years of hating his red hair, she was stuck with it in her last moments.

His father had tried fighting back, but all it earned was sharp claws tearing into his chest. A black eye had been his parting gift to Taranil a year before; tradition said that the gift brought home should be twice as valuable, after all. And it certainly was–at least to him.

And just like that, the Caemorin family had a new Kinlord.

He’d expected to die. He’d wanted to die. How wonderful, how noble an end, to die in service to his beloved Prince. And, he was frightened, of course. He wasn’t immune to begging her to spare his life as his own thread came dangerously close to snapping. But he knew how these things always ended. Someone would strike down the Champion and save the day.

But no one did. He lived. And now, he had to endure the agony of it. He’d known Mephala was one of the crueler Princes, but this? This was more than any mortal–or a rough approximation of one, anyway–should be forced to bear.

Go, live, she had told him. It was nearly enough to make him hate her. Talking about treaties, going to soirees, managing books–this wasn’t living. Living was dancing along the razor’s edge. Living was frantically stitching a plot as dozens of hands tried to unravel it. Living was standing among the rubble of a powerful cult and knowing every toppled wall and mangled corpse had his hand to blame.

All the money, all the prestige, all the sex and skooma and drink and blood in the world couldn’t match that high, not even remotely.

“Kinlord?”

Taranil was brought out of his reverie by a knock on his office door. He turned to see his chatelaine, a serious-faced, grey-furred Khajiit, poke her face in.

“Yes, Zirithi?”

“This one would just like to remind you that Kinlady Avinisse will be here to discuss borders. Again.” She rolled her eyes. “Zirithi would typically suggest an escape plan, but…”

“But I’ve already delayed this three times,” Taranil said with a sigh. He waved his hand. “I’ll be ready. Just give me a bit of warning once she’s here.”

Zirithi nodded, slipping back out. Taranil gave a long sigh, then turned to look out the window again.

He thought he’d been clever, managing to survive Mephala’s task to get his reward. Now, he realized, he was her most foolish champion yet. No reward was worth an existence like this.

#tes #tes oc #oc fic #I'm introducing Taranil to a new enclosure and I figure I might as well drop some content on him here because I adore him #There's a lot of patricide in here #Just as a warning #Tearing rending etc #You know #Just girly things #Taranil Caemorin

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felikatze · 9 months

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revelations saw the history of patricide in fire emblem and then aspired to one up all of them. and YOU have to kill your mom and YOU have to kill your dad and YOU have to kill your mom AND your dad and-

average FE lord kills 1.5 parents statistical error. patricide corrin-

#feli speaks #mikoto. arete. sumeragi. anankos. how many parents will corrin kill #it's actually impressive that corrin kills THREE of their own parents in rev #like they should've brought garon in here just so corrin can kill four whole parents. three entire dads.#a lot of fe lords commit patricide huh.#like alm was the first iirc #after that is a long line of no patricide till robin #and then we have corrin and after that alear?#is that all the main character patricide?#we have a lot of side character patricide also.#most notable probably nils and ninian.

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blinkbats · 11 months

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I love the name jack because it feels like such a good placeholder like they call you john doe if they can't figure out who you are and Jack is like a fun nickname for John. I'm not a John though and my dad was gonna name me Jack if I was a boy but anyway. It's good. Hey I'm Jack how's it going I love how short it is, doesn't take up any of your time, only thing weird about it is to most people I don't look like a Jack when people look at me they go GIRL which is fine but that's not what comes to mind when I look at me. Is just me.

#I've been thinking a lot about Dianne though. Two ns #Keep seeing it everywhere n I like it too. Don't know why I like such normal ass names but like #God like this does not make sense #Gender philosophy and such #But I think I'm gender fluid #Because the only thing constant about my gender is that it is not #It's wildly inconsistent even the degree to which I give a fuck how people view me or caring about gender one way or another like #I just wear clothes the clothes don't have a gender and tbh brobably neither do I #I'm just a creature I'm just here I didn't ask for any of this I didn't create the gender binary I just had this framework #Forced on me from birth and since I can turn the whole thing inside out and backwards in my mind #It means nothing to me anymore. Including what other people think when they look at me.#BUT I enjoy juxtaposition #Looking like a woman yet having what is pretty solidly a man's name is very satisfying to me #The thing I hate most abt being perceived feminine is having your emotions categorized as female emotions and being disrespected for that #Like I feel patricide in this chili's tonight just kidding who said that

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idkfitememate · 5 months

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Hello ! I don't know why, but I just had the idea of a raccoon!creator that is in the Fortress of Meropides because he had stole a lot of things. I can easily imagine the trial with humans or hybrids against a raccoon that is just trying to defend itself.

Raccoon!Creator will just be a silly thief who was the first raccoon (and animal) sent to Meropides to serve time in prison because of crimes it committed.

(If you're okay with writing raccoon!creator, can i be the 🦝 anon please ?)

Have a good day and night.

I read your ask and then my first genuine thought was this encounter:

“What did you do?”

“Oh I stole, you?”

“Also stealing.”

“Damn… is that a Raccoon?”

“Oh yeah…”

“Why are they here?”

“…Mass murder, Attempted world domination, Sororicide, Forced lobotomy, Mutilation, Torture, Child abuse, Kidnapping, Vandalism, Stalking, Blackmail, Terrorism, Instigating mass suicide, Worldwide destruction, Incrimination, Brainwashing, Snuff filming, Propaganda, Sabotage…”

“What-“

 “Extortion, Forgery, Gaoling, Defilement, Enslavement, Unlawful imprisonment, Crimes against humanity, Hate crimes, Mass murder, Prostitution, Mutilation, Indecent exposure, Harassment, Crimes against humanity AGAIN, Vandalism, Property damage, Enforced cannibalism, Cannibalism (unintentionally), Shoplifting, Attempted genocide, Terrorism also again, Assault and battery, Breaking and entering, Theft, Fraud, Rape…”

“OKAY WHAT-“

“Torture also also again, Psychological abuse, Incrimination, Blackmail also also also again, Corpse desecration, Mass kidnapping, Treason, Enforced suicide, Hijacking, Animal cruelty, Zoophilia, Extortion, Stalking, Smuggling, Arson, Attempted bribery, Conspiracy…”

“WHAT THE FUCK-“

“Infringement, Attempted global domination, Attempted matricide, Patricide, Graverobbing, War crimes, Trespassing, Embezzlement, Underage/hit-and-run, machinery operation, False imprisonment, Slander, Underage pornography…”

“…”

“… And more…”

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL-“

(For context I used both Junk Enoshima and Eric Cartman’s crime lists-) Anyway-

I guess I can do silly thief ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა-

“I guess you’ll be staying here..?” Wriothesley questioned.

He knew the rules and laws of Fontaine could be… weird, at times, but to enforce them on a Raccoon was… hmm…

It was that trial that all of Fontaine seemed to collectively realize that even the animals of Fontaine followed the rules and laws… huh.

Watching that trail felt like a fever dream. Wriothesley wasn’t one to come to see trials, but upon hearing it was a Raccoon… he had to. And so had everyone else apparently because it was a full house. Also watching a Raccoon defend itself was.. and experiencing.

The Warden genuinely felt like he was having an out of body experience the second the bars closed on Racoon who was glaring up at him. Your eyes bore into his soul in a way none of the other prisoners were able to. It genuinely shook him.

The worst part and most disturbing is what you stole.

You. A Raccoon…

…Stole the fucking Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale.

How? They couldn’t figure it out but you did, that was confirmed. Why? No one can speak Raccoon so they didn’t know.

All the male knew was that you were somehow more dangerous than a good majority of the prisoners in the Meropide.

… Dear Archons what would happen when you get loose?.. He didn’t want to know.

Their just a little guy officer ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Also welcome 🦝 anon! <3

#asks <3 #anon <3 #🦝 anon <3 #Raccoon!Creator

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genericaces · 3 months

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if u did a tier maker of buffyverse ships i would enjoy it 🙏

This is tricky because ships are one of those things that people can get really passionate about, and I don't want to upset anyone. I try to steer clear of any drama when I can, but I also want to feel free to express my opinions, you know? Because god knows I have them.

I guess I'll say before I wade into any discourse that, disclaimer: my enjoyment of a ship doesn't mean I condone what goes on in it, and I can separate fiction from reality. I try not to moralize when it comes to fictional ships and approach them both objectively in terms of quality and also subjectively to my personal tastes. But I also believe that, at the end of the day, it's just fandom and people should do whatever floats their boat.

So with all that being said, here's my (highly personal!) rankings of the ships in Buffyverse:

C Tier:

ATS 1x09 - This is the ship with the bomb that Doyle sacrifices himself to disarm. Now it's a good episode, but this is really the only wide shot we get of the boat. I literally forgot that the climax takes place on the water. The interior is fun with lots of stairs and various apparatuses for fight scenes, but it could just as easily have been a basement or abandoned factory. Honestly, I wasn't too impressed by the ship factor. Rating: 4/10

B Tier:

BTVS 2x13 - You might be thinking, "You're ranking a BACKGROUND ship higher than an actual location?" but hear me out: because the ship is in the background, I actually remembered that this scene had a ship. There's a great fight scene in front of it where Buffy uses the chain along the docks to choke out a bad guy, and then she gets thrown into the water. The ship hangs out in the background the whole time and brings together the whole nautical-themed fight. Rating: Angel diving into the water/10

A Tier:

BTVS 3x15 - Now we're cooking with gas. We get a FULL shot of the whole ship on the dock. The establishing shots linger on the boat more because Buffy and Faith have a confrontation here. Not only do they have a conversation with someone visibly ON a boat, Faith starts out on the upper deck of the boat then swings herself OFF the ramp to argue with Buffy on the docks. Bonuses for a visually dynamic conversation and the boat representing Faith's plans to fuck off, interrupted by HER choice to get off and get in Buffy's face about it instead. Rating: Saving the girl that's supposed to be your enemy/10

S Tier:

ATS 3x22 - I know, we're getting into controversial territory here. But look how beautiful this ship is. Is it a boat? A schooner? A yacht? I don't know, but I DO care. Extra points for it being a plot-necessary boat, of course, since they had to get Angel out into the middle of the sea somehow. What's great about this ship is that it's really condensed all the ship elements into a smaller vessel, so you're aware throughout the tense emotional scenes that you're actually ON a boat in the middle of the sea. It really emphasizes Angel and Connor's isolation at this point in the finale, both physically and emotionally. And, I mean, look at this: we actually have a shot that has most of a boat AND most of a person in it. AND it's the climax of a season finale? THIS is the ultimate Buffyverse ship. Final rating: The misunderstanding-to-patricide pipeline/10

#this ended up kinda long i just have strong opinions #not counting the comics as canon btw #buffyverse #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #ask

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gabessquishytum · 1 month

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Hi, everyone! Gabe/Leo here. Welcome to my new pinned post. You'll find lots of info here, including a new tag library curated by @seiya-starsniper which should help you filter (or follow) particular bits of content. This post will be updated from time to time and will also tell you whether my inbox is open or not <3

For reference, my inbox is currently OPEN.

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Since you've found yourself on my blog, please note that a lot of my content is not safe for work! I am over 18, and if you're on my blog, you should be too! Content rated over 18 will also be tagged as #nsft

Here on my blog, people like to send me asks with scenarios, prompts or fic ideas that they have had, and I take a bit of time each day to respond with my own “yes, and” - collaborating with the original asker to make a small piece of fandom content. Sometimes other people are inspired by this and write their own fics based on the posts! It's a lovely collaborative space where all are welcome - including those who wish to stay anonymous.

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I am primarily focused on dreamling! But I also love to write other ships in the fandom. The tags I use for ships are:

#corintheus

#dreamling

#hoblethros

#hobrinthian

#hobrintheus

#hobstruction

#immortal throuple

#hob x everyone

#hob x lucifer

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The general tags that I use for sandman/writing content are as follows:

#dream of the endless

#ferdinand kingsley

#fic recs

#hob gadling

#horny q

#meowpheus

#my writing

#nsft

#the sandman

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I also have some specific alternate universes which you can find or filter out with these tags:

#ace dream

#ace hob

#ballet au

#bdsm au

#bratty dream

#bratty hob

#disabled dreamling

#dreamling gender swap

#catboys

#chef hob

#cow hob

#fantasy au

#fat hob

#fem dream

#fem hob

#mafia au

#mob au

#sugar daddy au

#the addams family

#trans dream

#trans hob

#vampire au

#werewolf au

#warprize au

#warprize hob

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For more of your tag filtering or searching needs, the following is a list of content warning tags that I will strive to use consistently. This list will be updated depending on what comes up in the future:

#dead dove do not eat

#cw age gap

#cw age regression

#cw agrere

#cw alcohol or #cw intox

#cw attempted murder

#cw birth

#cw biting

#cw blackmail

#cw blood

#cw body modification

#cw body mutilation

#cw breeding

#cw child abuse

#cw cheating

#cw choking

#cw christmas

#cw cnc

#cw cucking

#cw daddy kink

#cw dark content

#cw death

#cw dermatillomania

#cw diaper

#cw disordered eating

#cw domestic control

#cw dubcon or #cw dubious consent

#cw drugging or #cw drugs

#cw exhibitionism

#cw feederism or #cw feeding kink

#cw findom or #cw financial domination

#cw food

#cw food issues

#cw free use

#cw genitalia

#cw grief

#cw guns

#cw homelessness

#cw humiliation

#cw hunger

#cw hybrids

#cw infertility

#cw infidelity

#cw internalized homophobia

#cw kidnapping

#cw lactation

#cw major character death

#cw malnourishment

#cw manipulation

#cw medical

#cw memory loss

#cw menstruation

#cw mental health

#cw monsterfucking

#cw mpreg

#cw murder

#cw noncon

#cw object insertion

#cw objectification

#cw omegaverse

#cw omo

#cw overstim

#cw oviposition

#cw parent death or #cw patricide

#cw pain

#cw physical abuse

#cw piss

#cw pregnancy

#cw prostitution

#cw rough kink

#cw rough sex

#cw s&m

#cw scars

#cw scat

#cw self harm

#cw sex addiction

#cw sex pollen

#cw sex work

#cw sexual harassment

#cw sleep paralysis

#cw somnophilia

#cw spiking

#cw stalking

#cw suicide

#cw sui mention

#cw stockholm syndrome

#cw teacher x student or #cw teacher/student

#cw tentacles

#cw threats

#cw toxic relationship

#cw transphobia

#cw violence

#cw vomit

#cw voyeurism

#cw watersports

#cw weight

#cw wetting

#cw yandere

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Finally, some of my anons like to identify themselves with emojis! This isn't mandatory at all. But here's a list of anons who have emoji-fied themselves (please note this may not be a complete list):

#yan anon

#🐈‍⬛ anon

#🍃 anon

#🦇 anon

#💳 anon

#🦊 anon

#🧀 anon

#🚒 anon

#🔪 anon

#💄 anon

#🌳 anon

#🎮 anon

#💍 anon

#🦒 anon

#🌘 anon

#🎸 anon

#🦎 anon

#🪽anon

#🍓 anon

#🤜 anon

#🐙 anon

#🐉 anon

#💎 anon

#🎭 anon

#🌛 anon

#🌻 anon

#🎉 anon

#❄️ anon

#🍐 anon

#🍭 anon

#🦋 anon

#🤰anon

#🖋 anon

#🏵 anon

#🦩anon

#🪐 anon

#🦄 anon

#💥 anon

#🍰🐲 anon

#☂️ anon

#👠 anon

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Thank you for reading, I hope you have a lovely day! ❤️

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franklespine · 8 months

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You know, something that's interesting about soulless sam is about how his position makes him completely vulnerable to manipulation. Like Dean mentions it when he points out how shady Samuel was being about what he does with the monsters they capture, and Sam just blinks at him. Sam's been working with this guy for a year and just blindly accepted that this is just how things work. Sam's not only without empathy here but he completely lacks any instinct or intuition for the people that he deems as trustworthy (IE being family, as soulless sam is very incessant with calling Samuel and the Campbells). Even when he goes rouge from Dean and the plot to get his soul back and summons Balthazar, who tells him hey yeah I can do this little spell for you but you have to commit patricide!! At no point does Sam even consider that this guy could just be lying. Like I do NOT want to think about what would happen if this whole soulless arc happened when Ruby was manipulating him because it would have made her job a hell of a lot easier, as soulless Sam, despite obviously thinking of himself as being 100% logical and free from cumbersome emotions is essentially the perfect mindless soldier who will do whatever is necessary without hesitation at this point.

#soulless sam #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #spn

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tyxaar · 3 months

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SCAR CRIMES LIGHTING ROUND!!!

I've been getting a lot of asks in my inbox about this post relating to Scar's crimes lol.

Indeed they are.

@numbah-7-knd and @david-tennants-left-ear I've already talked about the cannibalism here, but the soul trading comes from Last Life! He made soul contracts in order to trade Lives with other players. Also he might've sold his soul to the Vex? I dunno the lore is weird so that's mostly my own headcanon lol.

@zev-the-traveler Possesion and patricide, the perfect pair! So possession is also in the weird hazy Convex lore zone, but for a while the Vex masks possessed Cub and Scar to do their shenanigans. With that context they they end up possessing False by giving her one when she helps with a prank. Source As for the patricide, that's simple! Etho is Scar's dad in the Life Series and he murdered him all three times in Secret Life. Same for Cleo's final death! :P

@welsknightenjoyer @mocah @neurotic-sinkhole and @fuck-edfrugs Ah yes, this. The Geneva Convention violation is the only crime on the list that was committed by real life content creator Scar! He used the Red Cross symbol in the Scarland medical office. However, that symbol is protected by the Geneva Convention and it's very much a crime to use it outside real Red Cross operations.

@weirdocritter Here we go!

Well, the war profiteering in S6 was kinda iconic lol. Concorp made SO many diamonds off the civil war that Scar and Cub were actually giving them away basically to stimulate the economy by the end of the season.

The cannibalism is also a fucked up favourite, that one part where he talks FAR to enthusiastically about eating the NHO is so on-brand lol.

Trading of souls is really spooky if you take it out of its original context!

Now, the one I'm most uncertain about is Oathbreaking. That happened in Third Life with the no-kill pass, especially with the Bdubs situation. That's a bit of a toss-up but considering how much they both care about keeping promises, yeah, I'd count it.

Ritual sacrifice!!!! Actually has happened like, four times on count lol. This man can NOT stop joining cults. There's the Convex Cathedral with blood on the offering altars, there's the constant boatem hole sacrifices, there's sacrificing Bdubs to the Moon, and most recently he's tried to sacrifice his friends to the Magic Mountain Bell!!! Or, well, told them they have to at least.

Ah yes, sale of human remains!!! He tried to sell Lizzie's spine (although it was prolly Jim or Mumbo cause she died in the void lol) to Joel. It's really wild when you look at it lmao.

Identity fraud is a littttle abstract, but he's worn so many random disguises and various characters that I'm almost certain there's some in there somewhere. Also, it seems pretty damn likely that Pirates Scar "murdered" S8 Tycoon Scar in order to get off the hook (pun intended) for all of his crimes.

That's a typo I swear!!! AJKSHDsfkjhfdkjsd. Anyways, I've replaced it with Treason on the OG post now.

#goodcrimeswithscar #tyxasks #tyx’s ramblings #convex #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #mcyt #hermitcraft #trafficblr

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teecupangel · 6 months

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Sooooo.... I just read your Fic Idea on ao3, about Desmond being Rashid daughter and i am a little curious how different it would be, if we genderbend Desmond into his original one. Would Al Mualim still be a dotting father or would he treat Desmond like Altair?

Unfortunately, the fic idea was deleted in AO3 as part of the Tumblr Ask AO3 Purge but here’s the Tumblr post about the idea of Desmond being reborn as Al Mualim's daughter with @fanworldbuildingfun.

Hhhhmmm, if Desmond was reborn as Al Mualim’s son?

He would probably start by treating him like every other Assassin. While I cannot remember where I read it (if it’s even official or not), there was this one idea where there was a rumor going on in Masyaf that Altaïr was Al Mualim’s biological son.

Taking that into account, we can twist Al Mualim’s personality a bit to not… acknowledge any child he might bear, especially a son. So, Desmond would be reborn as an orphan, a child of the Brotherhood, taking on the moniker of Ibn-La'Ahad. Of course, there will be rumors of who his father would be (Umar taking a hit as well considering how he looked a lot like Altaïr) but there will be the whispers…

While the Flowers never said who Desmond’s mother was, many Assassins could connect the dots. There was one Flower who didn’t go out to lounge in Paradise’s courtyard months leading to Desmond’s supposed birth.

And everyone knows she’s the master’s favorite.

They never say it out loud, of course.

Especially not in front of Al Mualim or even Desmond.

Al Mualim never acknowledged it and treated Desmond the same way as he treated every other Assassin in Masyaf.

He grows up…

Unable to save Umar from his fate…

Only able to comfort Altaïr in his time in need…

He starts training with Altaïr…

And his skills becomes harder and harder to hide.

Before long, it was clear that the only boy who can catch up to him is Altaïr.

By the time they were initiated, everyone in Masyaf had seen his skill.

His potential.

And the coldness he possessed whenever talking to Al Mualim.

Al Mualim lets him act as he wished.

Something that many would have been surprised, had the whispers that Desmond was Al Mualim’s son not been growing louder the more people saw Desmond’s skills.

Before long, they build this… idea.

That Desmond knew he was Al Mualim’s son.

And his coldness stems from the distance Al Mualim had kept while he was growing up.

Only one person knows Desmond’s coldness only hides his hatred for Al Mualim.

Altaïr.

He doesn’t know the entire story.

All he knows is that he needed to make preparations for both him and Desmond.

Because it was inevitable.

One of these days.

Desmond was going to commit patricide.

(Am I saying that Al Mualim wouldn’t be a doting father to a son? Yeah, pretty much. Altaïr was pretty much his son, more or less, and he acted more like a master/mentor than a father to him. Being treated that way would only annoy Desmond. Is he really planning to kill Al Mualim? No. He’s waiting for Altaïr to kill Al Mualim like in the canon timeline while Altaïr is next to him thinking “yeah, Desmond’s gonna kill Al Mualim sooner or later so I gotta prepare for that”)

#i’m not tagging this normally because the link to the first idea is #altdes #ask and answer #fic idea: assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot

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rathologic · 8 months

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all 9 mentions of horses in classic hd

I respect old customs and all, but trains are more convincing than rites. A lot of folks here believe in Steppe stuff. My mom also smeared our doorstep with horse 🐴 milk and put bull bones into our pillows, and so what—did that do any good?

BEAST HEAD. Perhaps this used to be a toy horse 🐴. However, a closer look reveals horns growing out of the head. The horns arguably seem to go back to the bull cult.

Patricide? Killing my father?! This is horseshit 🐴!

Hold your horses…🐴! You want to talk to my blockhead? No, you have nothing to talk about! He's not here… thankfully! I don't want you two to meet. You heard me? These are tradesman's words. And I'll stick to them!

Hold your horses 🐴. Leave this to me.

Do you know how much they ask for a loaf of bread in the Spleen? Three thousand! You could buy a horse 🐴 for that! I thought for a bit that I was going bonkers…

That's how you make a simple serum. You extract the bacterial culture, then inject it into a bull's or a horse's 🐴 body. Then we extract the beast's blood with the antibodies that have already been produced by its immune system. We fractionate it too, purify it—and then it may be injected into a human body. The original serum can theoretically be obtained by trial and error.

Yes, you will have a reputation too, my dear child… and I don't think you'll find that sullen horse 🐴 easy to tame. It will be full of surprises. Your reputation will be falling, always, relentlessly. And it's decisive in, you know, everything: how many friends you've got; how many enemies. Trust opens the right doors and the right lips.]

You will be loved. You will shed rivers of blood. You will think hard as to what sacrifice to make. You will inevitably make the wrong choice. You will try to distance yourself from the Bachelor's path and back the wrong horse 🐴. Then you will disappear. That's it.

#pathologic #🐴

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allgremlinart · 7 months

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haiiiiii friend can you explain jianzhu to me I keep seeing you post about them and I’m nosy and wanna know (<- stopped watching atla bc I realized zutara was never gonna be canon)

also jetko. can you explain jetko too (I’m thinking they’re more on the ghostbat spectrum where it’s like. intense friendship that left both emotionally scarred for the rest of their lives)

TEEHEE HEEHE HEE <- me when I get the opportunity to explain/infodump cross-fandom stuff to mutuals

ok so Jianzhu... ahhh Jianzhu... ((SPOILERS for anyone reading the Kyoshi novels))

This is Jianzhu and also like... probably one of maybe 4 canon images/art there is of him... he's not from the original cartoon he's from the Avatar Kyoshi spin-off novels that take place abt 400 yrs before the events of the show (idk how much you know abt atla lore from osmosis so this might get a little tedious? I'm just gonna explain as succinctly as possible.)

To be brief, he's a cunty old man. But unlike when I call, say, Minhkhoa a cunty old man it's not really loving ... its more like... I love to hate him. He's a REALLY good villain.

He's a politician. He made 500 people dig their own graves and then buried them alive. He beheaded his friend of like 20+ years. He drugs and kidnaps teenagers. etc. It's great.

His whole character arc is like... He's in control. You start off the book and he is very clearly in control, and he knows what he's doing, and he even sounds halfway reasonable sometimes but over the course of the novel he gets more and more desperate to grab hold of a situation that spirals wildly away from him and you get to watch it happen. His justifications for his actions get crazier, he gets sloppier and sloppier with his murders....

OH also you know how sometimes people think Bruce is some callous asshole who was only using his adoptive son who worshipped him as a weapon, and when he died he quickly sought to replace him without remorse ? Yeah he's like that but. Like actually this time. His dead adoptive son also then comes back after eating an eyeball in the spirit world (idk) and kills him by pressing a pebble through his sternum so. More successful than Jason at patricide I'd say. Look there's a lot I didn't cover, here's his wiki.

ok Jetko... ah... the ancient yaoi..

Important required reading before I explain this ship is this post. What you have to understand about Zuko is that for basically like... 40 episodes the only person he shares significant screen time with is his uncle so when him and Jet met in s2 and had a decent 3 episodes worth of interactions ... it was enough, lets just say that.

The basic Jetko timeline is they meet on a ferry while Zuko and his Uncle are disguised as refugees and they steal food together -> Jet tries to get Zuko (who he only ever knows as "Li") to join his emo band gang which Zuko refuses -> Jet sees Uncle Warcrimes heating his tea and correctly deduces that they are firebenders (ie not who they say they are; the enemy) -> Zuko and his Uncle work in a tea shop while Jet stalks them and steals things from their house and watches them from behind clotheslines (yeah) -> Jet confronts them in the teashop, sword fight, Jet gets arrested and brainwashed by the secret police (yeah) -> Jet dies under a lake which Zuko only finds out about a season later.

So they never had the 4 years of intense homoerotic cohabitation that ghostbat had,.. their chemistry and potential are pretty much instigated by a few of Jet's weird intense lines, such as "As soon as I saw your scar I knew exactly who you were - you're an outcast, like me." And the crux of the ship is like.. Jet both does and doesn't know who Zuko is.

He knows he is also angry and restless, like himself - he knows he is running from his past, like himself - and he knows he is going to Ba Sing Se to create a new identity. These things are all true, for both of them; what Jet doesn't know is that Zuko is from the imperialist nation that brutally murdered his parents and invaded his home and he incorrectly assumes that the anger he recognizes in Zuko stems from the same need to enact violence on those who have taken everything from him.

So I guess the "thought you were exactly like me but then I found out you're not which enrages and humiliates me so know I'm going to beat the shit out of you" thing from BTK no. 6 is something they share with ghostbat but.. Jet's anger is probably a little more justified than Minhkhoa's lol...

In conclusion it's your basic "doomed relationship/they work great together but that doesn't fix anything" ship premise. It used to be more popular back in the day... pretty sure I owe my life to maybe 3 different Taiwanese/Chinese doujin artists from 2009... yeah that's the gist of it.

#wow it is harder than I thought to explain atla lore without like. ACTUALLY explaining atla lore (because trust me that would take too long)#also I'm literally so tortured and enthralled by the end of that first sentence North. its so funny to me but I'm so lost.#how did u hear about z/tara ?? why was it the crux of your interest in the show ?? when was this ?? but also yeah like I've said before #that ship is queerbaiting for straight pairings sdshdsh so you weren't the only one #allgremlinasks #atla #jianzhu #jetko #north tag

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Final Boss Analysis #1:

Akira Nishikiyama

Yakuza 1/Kiwami

SPOILER WARNING! I’m assuming you know the events of both Kiwami and 0!

Akira Nishikiyama is the main antagonist and final boss of the first yakuza game, and he plays the part well, with a boss fight that is as epic as it is sorrowful.

0: The Place Of Oath

Late 1988

Kazuma kiryu and Akira Nishikiyama, both sworn brothers from sunflower orphanage, are low ranking yakuza grunts trying to make a name for themselves in the yakuza underworld.

Throughout the events of 0 we see Nishiki’s loyalty to Kiryu, and the Tojo Clan, get tested again and again. However, he ultimately stays loyal to his brother.

The Culmination Of 0

After the defeat of Keiji Shibusawa, Kiryu finds himself in a state of absolute rage. He thinks of everyone who has suffered, and lost their lives in the battle for The Empty Lot. Enraged, Kiryu prepares to deliver the final and fatal blow to a beaten Shibusawa.

However, Nishiki stops him before it connects. He tells Kiryu that he can’t cross that line yet, no matter what. He resolves that if Kiryu and him have to cross the line one day, they’ll do it together, as brothers.

He did not know of the fate that would befall on him 7 years later.

Kiwami: To Live Is To Not Run Away

In 1995, Kiryu and Nishiki, along with their barkeep friend Reina, and fellow sunflower orphan Yumi, are living a relatively peaceful life, 7 years after the events of 0. Kiryu has finally made a name for himself as the Dragon Of Dojima, and Nishiki is hyping Kiryu up at the prospect of starting his own yakuza family. Things seem great, until…

Patricide

After Tojo Captain Sohei Dojima attempts to rape Yumi, Nishiki shoots and kills him, traumatizing Yumi. Kiryu arrives, and convinced Nishiki to let him take the blame, knowing Nishiki is some of the only family he has left. Nishiki take Yumi, and runs. This is the catalyst for the fallout between the brothers.

Nishiki’s downfall, The Koi’s upstream journey

After Kiryu goes to prison for patricide, Nishiki slowly changes over the course of 10 years. Subjected to Yumi’s disappearance, constant comparisons to his brother, and the death of his sister, Nishiki becomes a cold, and calculating man of ambition, only thinking of rising to the top, and ultimately besting his brother, taking control of his fate at last.

Confrontation

After everything, Kiryu and Yumi unexpectedly meet Nishiki in Yumi’s bar after the defeat of Jingu. Kiryu and Yumi attempt to talk him down, which sets off an inkling of doubt in Nishiki’s mind, until Yumi once again compares Kiryu to Nishiki.

At that point, there was no other way, the two brothers had to settle it, one way or another, which finally leads us to

The Fight: For Who’s Sake

Theres a lot going down here, so lets analyze this piece by piece, starting with…

The Music

Nishiki’s theme, For Who’s Sake, is a melancholic and masterful theme that represents the sorrowful fight between brothers, and the downfall of Akira Nishikiyama. There are 2 versions of this song, so I’ll analyze both.

For Who’s sake

The original and first final boss theme in the Yakuza series, this track represents both Nishiki’s determination to rise to the top, and Kiryu’s determination to take him down, and settle the score with his brother. Unlike the rock elements of the other songs in 1, For Who’s Sake has an acoustic guitar up front and center, creating a melancholic feeling throughout the song. There are electronic elements scattered throughout that emphasize the growing coldness of Nishiki towards his brother.

For Whos Sake: Kiwami

The extreme remix of the original song, this track shows the downfall of Nishiki, along with the reprise of some elements of the original song. The acoustic guitar takes a backseat for some melodic bells. The track starts off determined, and fierce, but corrupts throughout, showcasing Nishiki’s fall to ambition, and jealousy.

Nishiki’s Fighting Style: Koi At The Dragon Gate

He retains his fighting style from 0, with some additions. He gains some moves from Kashiwagi, and Joji Kazama’s moveset. His style is reminiscent of street fighting, creating a pseudo mirror of Kiryu’s Dragon Style. He’s also among the only bosses to use heat actions against you, further emphasizing this. He’s a tough foe, but can easily be overwhelmed by a skilled player.

Heat aura

Nishiki has the same heat aura from 0, albeit paler, showing his descent from so long ago.

QTES

The QTES here are mostly one sided, consisting of Kiryu pummeling Nishiki throughout the bar. They have unique flashback segments, showing Kiryu reflecting on their relationship, and what lead to this.

Summarizing

What makes Nishiki a good final boss?

Nishiki may not be the hardest boss from a gameplay standpoint, but from an emotional standpoint, especially after 0, every blow you land against Nishiki genuinely hurts. A stark contrast from the other final bosses in the series, this is not a battle of honor, but one of sorrow.

Welp, this is the first post, finished. I don’t expect it to be good or blow up by any means, but I hope I improve at this more and more.

If you have a suggestion on a final boss to analyze, don’t be afraid to leave a note or comment!

#yakuza 1 #yakuza kiwami #yakuza #like a dragon #yakuza spoilers #Finalbossanalysis #akira nishikiyama #kazuma kiryu #kiryu kazuma

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a-song-of-art-and-fire · 7 months

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The Kingslaying

"The Kingslayer. The false knight who profaned his blade with the blood of the king he had sworn to defend."

A rather gruesome little diorama for this, our spookiest of months! I've said before how much I love all things Robert's Rebellion, and Jaime's kingslaying is right up there. I think it's a fantastic aspect of GRRM's writing that we're told outright at his first appearance that he's "the kingslayer", and write that off as 'well he must just be sneaky and treacherous as all Lannisters are", and it's only two books later you learn he had complex, nuanced, straight-up heroic reasons for doing it. The heady mix of seige, betrayal, potential patricide, actual regicide, and mass human sacrifice to achieve twisted apotheosis into draconic godhead... it feels like 6 different Greek tragedies crashed headlong into one another, and seeing it all though a haze of steam, hormones, and septic delirium is just... *chefs kiss*.

This diorama was actually pretty thrown together compared to my usual standards. My ASOIAF minis are from a war game, so they need to come up with a lot of distinct units for multiple armies, and the books being pretty low fantasy only really give "late medieval man-at-arms" or "conscripted peasant levy". As such, you get some fairly weird and wonderful units, such as every Baratheon soldier having Robert-style warhammers, or in this case a whole unit in Jaime's lion helmet. For me, this translates to a lot of alternative Jaimes.

I am a bit phobic with Jaime, as I once had to swap his hands very last minute, luckily here he's young and straightforwardly right handed. I don't think the close up is at quite the right angle, but you can see his green eyes under the visor, I'm pretty happy that they look quite frightened/panicked. I added the cloak as well, got to have that iconic "It was that white cloak that soiled me, not the other way around" vibe. This is also the first time I've given him his oft-mentioned gilded sword, I love the blood on it forming the Lannister colours.

Talking of the blood... yes, it's a lot. In my defence, it's actually semi transparent in a way that doesn't show well in photos, but does make it marginally less intense. I also know Jaime actually pulled Aerys up and slit his throat, but I had a hard enough time posing these figures, i thought that would be beyond me. I also like the literal nature of stabbing him in the back, and Mark Addy's delivery of "What of Aerys Targaryen? What did the Mad King say when you stabbed him in the back" is burned into my memory.

Aerys himself is a random wizard miniature I had kicking about, I had to do quite a bit of resculpting to get him right. He has the scabs on his hand, but the Howard Hughes fingernails were beyond my sculpting skills. I made the falling crown myself, again, seven tiny dragons felt a bit ambitious.

#gonna try and do a spooky themed october #although ive got nothing prepped #and ive already done most of the obvious like the others and frankengregor #so we'll see #asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #miniatures #minis #a song of ice and fire #valyrian scrolls #cmon #kings landing #aerys targaryen #the mad king #jaime lannister #house targaryen #house lannister #the iron throne #roberts rebellion

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hi pink I wanna ask how do you perceive tom in canon ? Do you think he had any chance for redemption? And would there relationship work in canon ?

Hi, Anon. Firstly, thanks for asking. 🐥 I welcome any and every opportunity to ramble about Tom. I could go on and on (and on). I really have too many thoughts to write in a single post, so I’ll just pick out a few things to talk about.

How do I perceive him in canon?

The canonical Tom Riddle is a purposefully flat and one-dimensional character; he’s a metaphor first and a character second. He personifies the absence of love, and more specifically, the absence of a mother’s love. And so—metaphorically—he is set up for his horrible fate the very moment Merope dies. Let’s look at the sentences describing his death.

“Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snake-like face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand."

Empty, vacant, unknowing. The diction reinforces a very interesting part of his characterization: He is not evil because he felt love and chose to reject it, but because he never experienced love at all, and was a vacant, hollow, unknowing person, incapable of even understanding it.

Beyond the metaphor, on a more literal level, he is perhaps physiologically incapable of love.

He is the product of an institutional upbringing, where all of his bare necessities were met, but he was never loved or given specific attention, causing a disturbance in his psychosocial development. In modern terms I would say his clinical trajectory was Reactive Attachment Disorder to Conduct Disorder to full-blown criminal psychopathy. These traits are also genetic, and as see each of the Gaunts were criminals, it’s no stretch to imagine Tom was born a loaded gun to start with.

Did he have a chance at redemption?

No, I don’t believe he did. I do not see any evidence Tom Riddle was capable of comprehending why his actions were evil, and so I do not believe he could have felt genuine remorse for them. (I am aware of the “he had Harry’s blood in his veins” loophole, but I don’t take it very seriously, it seems silly.)

And would Tomarry work in canon?

It’s tricky. I mean, fundamentally, my answer is, “Absolutely not.” But it’s no fun to say that without elaborating.

Tomarry fascinates me because of their parallels. Mostly, I’m interested in the connection they share as children who were severely emotionally neglected, raised by Muggle caretakers who held them in contempt because they were magical. We already see it in Chamber of Secrets.

Ron tried a different tack. “Riddle does sound like Percy — who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway?” “But the monster had killed someone, Ron,” said Hermione. “And Riddle was going to go back to some Muggle orphanage if they closed Hogwarts,” said Harry. “I don’t blame him for wanting to stay here…”

It’s telling what everyone focuses on. Ron sees a snitch, Hermione sees someone abiding just laws, and Harry sees himself: an orphan faced with returning to a Muggle home where he wasn’t loved. This is their core similarity.

Where they are different, is how they react. Harry craves the love of a family; Tom is radically alone. Being someone who direly wants love, and particularly, a father figure (re: Sirius, Dumbledore), Harry is vulnerable to rejection, and when he senses it, he internalizes it and feels bad about himself.

Tom also craves family, even if for different reasons. He was so obsessed with finding his parentage, it was one of the key details his former classmates spoke to Dumbledore. And, evidently, he does have some rejection sensitivity, because he has a raging complex about his father abandoning his mother. But instead of feeling like it reflects on his own lack of worth, he vengefully commits patricide!

I love the ship because I think there’s a lot to play with here. Harry’s neglect leads him to be self-sacrificing, to place a lower value on his life compared to others, and Tom’s neglect brings him to the exact opposite conclusions. As an orphan raised in Depression era London, Tom was no doubt treated like he was worthless, and at Hogwarts, he entered Slytherin in secondhand robes with a Muggle name. But yet, none of that stymied his confidence. He valued his life above all else, and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought.

The thing about this similarity that makes it quite difficult for them to work in canon, among other compelling factors… is Voldemort is the one who cold-blooded murders Harry’s parents and causes him to have this horrifying childhood! (And no, I don’t believe after this, there is ever a plausible chance for them to have any sort of romantic contact whatsoever, lol. I also have no )

However, in AUs, I think there’s infinite scenarios to explore this connection they have. And that’s why I love fanfiction. 🌷

#tom riddle #tomarry #harrymort #jesus christ i'm sorry this is so long lol #scheduled

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scarletsaphire · 5 months

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This is the second fic I did for @ecto-implosion. This one was for @skarlettskwrl's art, which can be found here. Very cool art with a very interesting concept, lots of fun to write!

Summary:

Jazz moved away for college to start her own life, far away from ghosts. She didn't expect for her parents to finally capture the ghost boy and bring him to their lab. She didn't prepare to race back to Amity Park in an effort to save her brother from whatever grizzly fate awaited him. No matter how fast she went, she wasn't fast enough, or strong enough. She would never make that mistake again.

Trigger warnings for: Gore, violence, permanent disfigurement, dissection, unwilling transformation, patricide/matricide, bad parents jack and maddie, and wolves

Jazz's heavy breathing kept time with the pounding of her footsteps on the pavement, which in turn matched the pain in her head. She was tired. She was so, so tired, but that didn't matter. She couldn't stop. She was too late as it was.

Danny had assured her that he would be just fine. "You don't need to put your whole life on hold just to look after me," he'd said with a roll of his eyes. "I took care of myself just fine before you figured everything out."

Jazz had mirrored his eye roll. "Yes, because getting beaten up twice a day, failing your classes, and trying to give yourself stitches at one in the morning is taking care of yourself."

"I survived, didn't I?" He'd said.

"No, I'm pretty sure you didn't," Jazz had said. "But you are right. You've gotten better at taking care of yourself. And Sam and Tucker will still be here to clean up whatever messes you make." She ruffled Danny's hair. "I'll accept the offer."

The next few months had passed in a whirl of ghost fights and preparation until the day was finally here. Jazz had packed up her car with her belongings and had driven twelve hours to her new college campus. She'd declined her parents offer to help her move in; she appreciated it, of course, but she wanted to commit to the move - jumpsuits and the GAV weren't the greatest way to make a first impression.

Jazz wasn't able to disconnect from Amity entirely. She watched the news every day, normally as background noise while she studied. It was nice to see what her family was getting up to, even if it was normally accompanied by some kind of massive fight.

It was, of course, stressful. The first few days had her regretting her choice to move away at all, with every live report sending her down another spiral of what ifs. But she had been working on managing her anxiety, and she'd been a part of those fights enough to know how they would go; ghost shows up, Danny kicks butt, their parents show up, Danny runs away. She didn't need to worry.

And then Danny had gone down to a surprise Fenton Bazooka, gotten sucked into the thermos, and been carted away in the GAV, and Jazz knew she had messed up.

She'd already been awake for nine hours before she'd seen the news.

She hadn't grabbed anything besides her keys, hadn't even bothered to check traffic or the weather or anything. She just ran down to her car, skipping as many stairs as she could, and peeled out of the student parking lot. She'd driven as fast as she could, but the drive was still twelve hours, and she had to stop for gas, and she was still human and needed to eat and it didn't matter what she did she wouldn't be there fast enough.

Jazz was beyond tired by the time she entered Amity Park. If she hadn't pulled so many all-nighters in high school and then so many more as a part of Team Phantom, she would've been a mess. But she was fine. She was fine. She had to be fine because Danny-

She hoped that her hunch was wrong.

She hoped that she'd get home, and find her whole family, safe and sound sitting around the kitchen table, fighting off a hoard of ectodogs before deciding that they should just settle for takeout again. She hoped that Danny would be playing Doomed in his room and her parents would be down in the lab, trying to figure out how to remake their technology to not hurt Danny.

She hoped that Danny had gotten a chance to tell them and their love for their son was stronger than their hatred for ghosts or their need for knowledge.

Jazz hoped. But she knew her parents, and she knew, with a sick kind of certainty, what she would find when she finally reached Fentonworks.

Amity Park was nothing short of a disaster. Some time during her drive, another ghost had attacked. Neither Danny or her parents had answered the call, which left Valerie to try and take the threat down by herself. The roads were torn up from the fight, and traffic was at a complete standstill no matter what way Jazz tried to take.

It had only taken a few minutes stuck in traffic for Jazz to ditch her car entirely and start sprinting across town. She ignored the exhaustion clouding her brain, weighing down her arms and legs. She ignored the pain in her chest and her head.

She needed to keep going. She needed to be faster.

It took far too long for Fentonworks to come into view, another small eternity on top of the long one she'd already put up with in the car. She barreled up the front stairs, tugging on the door knob. It was locked. The door was never locked; locked doors didn't do anything to stop ghosts, and that was the only concern that warranted concern in the Fenton household. Jazz fumbled her keys out of her pocket. She squinted down at them, trying to figure out which one of them opened the door.

It took too long for her to figure out which one it was. It took too long for her tired, clumsy fingers to open the door. It took too long for her to get into the house. She shouldn't have left in the first place. What had she been thinking, abandoning Danny like that? Her own brother, who had been working so, so hard to keep everyone safe, and she'd just up and left.

She was a horrible, horrible sister.

She pushed her way into the house. It was dark, and quiet, and mostly clean. That was terrible. The only time Fentonworks was anything comparable to clean or quiet was when her parents were busy. And they were only ever busy when they were in the lab.

Jazz started the walk into the basement on shaking legs. She should be running. Maybe if she ran she would be able to stop them. She would run down the stairs to find her parents standing over an unconscious Danny. They'd be shocked to see her, and listen to what she had to say, and they'd apologize and hug her and Danny would wake up with no memories and a family that loved him.

Maybe, if she had stayed. Maybe if she had been faster. Maybe if she'd been a good sister. Maybe if she'd kept her promise and been the only other Fenton that put family first, that didn't get swept away in their own desires. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybes didn't matter right now.

Right now, Jazz was descending the stairs, and she could taste the sour tinge of ectoplasm mixed with a too-strong metallic flavor, and she could hear the sound of her parents talking, even if she couldn't make out the words. And then she turned the corner, and she could see.

The portal at the back of the room was the same bright green it almost always was, rendering most of the room as green tinged silhouettes. Everything except for the table in the center of the room, the blinding fluorescents all resting on three people and lighting the scene with blinding clarity. Jazz's family.

Jack had his back to her, humming a familiar tune to himself. His normal orange suit had an additional mask.

Jazz recognized it from a half dozen science experiments the two of them had worked on when she was younger. He'd worn it while they worked on her first baking soda volcano, Jazz wearing a much smaller, teal one. They'd added too much, and had gotten the mixture all over their suits. She remembered laughing about it as they wiped their hands across their faces, trying to clean off their eye protection.

Now, Jack's suit was covered in a bright green liquid, specks of red just barely visible in every splatter. His hands weren't busy wiping off a harmless foam, but carefully depositing something into a jar. It might've been a liver, but Jazz tore her gaze away before she could properly identify it. She didn't want to know what it was.

Unfortunately, her eyes found something so much worse. Maddie was dressed nearly identically to Jack. She was faced towards Jazz, just enough for her to make out Maddie's expression. Her face was steady, frozen in a look of concentration, but Jazz could recognize the glimmer of fascination in her eyes. A fascination that was directed at Danny, lying unconscious on the table.

At least, Jazz hoped he was unconscious. If he wasn't, then he'd be aware of Maddie's hands wrist deep in his chest cavity. He'd be aware of his skin peeled back and pinned to the sides of the table to keep it out of the way, as if it was nothing more than a nuisance for Maddie and Jack to deal with. He'd be aware of the fact that his organs were being carefully packaged into labeled jars, that he was being taken apart piece by piece as if he was some fucked up puzzle that they were going to rebuild later. If Jazz didn't do something, then maybe they would.

But Jazz was going to do something. She didn't know what, exactly, it would be, but it certainly wouldn't be pretty. She wanted to make them hurt, just like they'd made her baby brother hurt. But how could she? Jazz may be strong, but her parents were stronger.

And wasn't that just the theme of the day?

Jazz just wasn't enough. She wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough, wasn't dedicated to protecting her family enough to keep them safe and sane. And now she'd lost all of them.

It didn't matter.

She wasn't going to just stand there and watch. Even if she couldn't actually do anything, even if the only result was that she'd end up on the table next to Danny, then she'd do it. Jazz lunged down the next step, charging towards Maddie as fast as she could. She was the one who was hurting Danny. She was the one that needed to be stopped as soon as possible.

Somewhere in her leap, something shifted in Jazz.

Originally, her jump had been clumsy. She hadn't put any real thought into what she would do when she landed, pushed forward entirely by her frustration at herself, at her parents- at everything that had happened.

She definitely didn't put enough power and care to soar through the air, and yet that's what she was doing; her feet were stretched behind her, yet never so much as brushed the ground, even as she traveled further than she had intended to.

That was fine. It just meant she was closer to her goal.

Jazz landed crouched on the ground just ahead of where Jack was standing. She was moving again before his shocked yelp even reached her, continuing towards Maddie. Jazz tackled her, knocking Maddie away from Danny.

Good. That was the goal.

Jazz tore at Maddie with her hands, sharp claws tearing through both protective clothing and skin. Maddie shrieked, the sound shrill and loud. Maybe it was from how long Jazz had been awake, but the sound made her head spin.

She blocked it out. She couldn't afford to get distracted.

Her hand was sticky with blood when she felt the burning pain of an ectoplasm blast, she whirled around, snarling towards Jack. His eyes were wide with terror, a Fenton Blaster pointed directly at Jazz, the muzzle dripping the small bit of ectoplasm that had liquefied during the blast onto the floor.

Jazz almost laughed; was he really so far gone that he couldn't recognize either of his children? He should know that that wouldn't work on her.

Oh well. It worked in her favor.

She left Maddie bleeding on the floor, pushing off of the ground with her hands and feet. She stayed low; the Fenton Blaster might not be able to hurt her as badly as it might hurt a ghost might hurt Danny but it was still unpleasant. As long as he had the blaster in his hands, Jazz needed to stay small and fast. Another blast went over her shoulder, leaving a sizzling puddle on the ground where it hit.

That was her opening.

In just a few bounds, she was next to Jack. She wasn't sure what came over her, but before she could think, her mouth had closed around his leg, teeth digging into soft flesh. She could taste the latex of the jumpsuit he always wore, but the flavor was quickly washed away by the salty, metallic taste of blood.

Jack howled and tried to tear his leg away, but Jazz only bit down harder and harder. Distantly, Jazz could hear the sound of the Fenton Blaster being fired again and again, but Jack's aim was just as terrible as ever. Still, Jazz bit down harder.

The snap of bones between her jaw was not surprising.

Jack was strong, and his continued struggles only put more and more pressure on the bone. Honestly, the fact that Jazz had managed to keep the leg clenched between her teeth in the first place was impressive. With the breaking of his bone, Jack crumpled to the floor, the blaster flying from his hand and skidding across the metal floor with a horrible screeching noise that caused Jazz's ears to ring.

She let go of his leg and made her way so she was positioned just above Jack. His eyes were filled with tears, and broken pleas to not hurt him, to let him and his family go, that they didn't do anything wrong tumbled from his lips.

This time, Jazz did laugh at the irony of the situation, but all that came out was a low growl.

She could spare him; he'd learned his lesson about messing with her pack- he wouldn't be making that mistake any time soon. And he was still her father. Her eyes met his gloves, stained a sickening mixture of red and green.

No.

He hadn't had any mercy on her baby brother, on his own son.

She wasn't going to have any mercy on him.

Once again guided by instinct, she snapped down on his neck. Jack's strangled cry of pain was quickly stifled as he choked on his own blood.

Jazz stood up from the fresh corpse. She should wipe the blood from her mouth, but her job wasn't finished yet. Maddie was still whimpering and moaning from her side of the room, unable to move from the damage to her abdomen.

Jazz could finish her off now. It would be easy.

But Maddie wasn't her priority. She never had been.

Jazz padded up to the table to start assessing Danny's injuries. She could just barely see him, the edge of the table blocking most of her view. She must still have been crouched, even though she felt like she was standing.

She tried to straighten to her full height, only to find that she couldn't. Maybe she'd hurt something without realizing it, but she didn't feel hurt. The only pain was a slight sting from where Jack had hit her with the blaster.

If she wasn't able to stand, Jazz would just have to pull herself up. She reached both of her arms to the table, trying to grab the edge and was met with the sight of clawed paws drenched in blood. She flinched backwards, and the paws flinched with her.

Oh. That was her.

Jazz felt the familiar feeling of panic surge in her chest yet again, carrying with it the taste of bile. She forced it back down and returned to her quest of getting to Danny. She couldn't afford to panic right now, not while Danny was on the table bleeding out. Everything else was a secondary concern.

This time, when she lifted her paws, she did not flinch away. Moving felt weird, now that she was aware of the changes, but she managed to lift her head up to get her first clear look at Danny.

She wished she hadn't. Just as she had seen before, his abdomen had been cut in a neat Y shape, the skin peeled back and held down by evenly spaced clamps. His rib cage was exposed to air, and the left rib bones had been severed, letting her see straight to the thin layer of flesh on the other side, no organs or muscle to block her view. His stomach cavity was exactly that; a cavity. Everything had been removed until all that was left were some twitching muscles.

His face had not been spared from the mutilation. His mouth had been pried open with a metal gag, the device still stuck between his lips. Teeth had been forcibly extracted, the front part of his tongue had been cut off, and dried blood and ectoplasm pooled in his open mouth. His eyelids were pulled back, similarly to his torso, and his eyes had been completely removed. The cavities left behind had been filled with some kind of brownish silicone mixture. They had been trying to make a mold. Jazz didn't know what to do. If she'd had hands, then she'd be able to gather the organs, stitch Danny's torso back together, and inject him with the emergency ecto dejecto. If they were lucky, then he might be ok, at least physically. Eventually. But now she didn't even have that small hope.

She couldn't stifle the whimper that came out of her throat. She couldn't recognize it as her own, far more animalistic than any sound she should be able to make. By all accounts, nobody should be able to recognize it as her, and yet the moment the sound passed her lips, Danny's mouth opened.

His voice was broken, garbled and strained, but his words were still understandable. "Jazz?" he whispered. He seemed to be trying to lift his head to turn and look at her. He couldn't, obviously. Jazz couldn't actually reply, couldn't offer the comforting words she wanted to, no matter how empty they may have been. She couldn't offer the apologies she'd been reciting in her head for hours now. All she could do was whimper again.

"I..." Danny said. He gave up trying to move, letting his head and neck go limp. "I knew you'd come."

If Jazz hadn't forced Danny to drive her to the Far Frozen to learn ghost medicine, she would have panicked as Danny's body started to glow a soft blue, and then started to collapse in on itself until all that was left was a glowing orb in the same color Danny had glowed. But she had, so instead she saw it as a symbol of hope.

It was very, very hard to permanently end a ghost. Most of their physical forms were built on ectoplasm, so they could sustain a lot of damage. Even the worst injuries could be healed in time. However, in the case that they were seriously injured, they could retreat. Reduce themselves to just their core, focusing all of their energy into fixing their form.

Doing this meant that ghosts could heal nearly everything in a matter of weeks, sometimes sooner. It wasn't something that could just happen at any time; the ghost needed to feel truly, completely safe, and even then, it took energy to condense like that, so if a ghost was too far gone by the time they got somewhere safe, they wouldn't be able to do it.

Danny had enough energy to retreat into his core, and had trusted Jazz enough to do it. As long as Jazz kept him safe, then he would heal. He would be ok. Jazz nudged Danny's core gently off the table and into her mouth. She'd seen videos of dogs carrying eggs in their mouths before, and figured that was the best way for her to get Danny out of the lab. She was surprised to find how natural it was, even with how incredibly cold Danny's core was.

Jazz made her way out of the lab, not sparing so much as a glance at the carnage she left behind.

She had already failed Danny once. She wouldn't be letting him down again.

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