#poor Antimony

[avatarquake]

Coyote is such a fucking asshole! *cackling* God, I hate him! *rolling on the floor holding my stomach from laughter* Coyote, you jerk!

[fataldrum]

So I was looking into the Magnus Protocol Episode Hard Reset, and I am losing my shit for so many reasons.

1. The statement giver is Robert Hooke, one of the first people to publish research on microscopy. He was the person who coined the word "cell" in biology, because he thought they looked like the cells where monks lived.

2. The statement takes place in 1694. Hook references using the Protocol on London to stop a plague. Between 1665 and 1666, the Great Plague killed about 20% of the British population. In 1666, the Great Fire of London destroyed 60% of the city.

3. You know who made a ton of money from the fire? Robert Hooke. He made his fortune as a surveyor and architect in the aftermath of the fire, performing over half the property surveys. How fortunate for him.

4. Incidentally, there are no confirmed surviving portraits of Robert Hooke, only ones that may be him. This is rumored to be Isaac Newton's fault, because after Newton took over the Royal Society, they moved to a new location, and Hooke's portrait was "lost." No other portraits went missing.

5. The statement is addressed to Robert Boyle, who you may recognize for Boyle's Law in chemistry. There's a sculpture in Dublin of a young boy who is thought to be Boyle, and it's horrific.

6. This time period is significant for Isaac Newton, because between 1692 and 1693, he suffered "a breakdown of nervous functioning," with insomnia, poor digestion, and "signs of irrationality" in his letters. Incidentally, hair samples from Newton's body later contained high levels of mercury, lead, arsenic, and antimony. Probably because he was literally tasting mercury samples as part of his research.

7. During the statement, I was picturing a scrappy little terrier. It occurred to me that we probably know what kind of dog Isaac Newton had. His favorite dog was a pomeranian. A fucking. Pomeranian. Just picture this little guy developing sentience and sprouting branches.

8. The dog's name was Diamond, and he has his own Wikipedia page. Why? Because (likely apocryphal) stories claim Diamond knocked over a candle and burned over a year's worth of Newton's notes. The fire appears to be real, but blaming Diamond is unfair. Here's an engraving of the alleged incident.

9. After the fire, Newton was said to have exclaimed, "O Diamond, Diamond, thou little knowest the mischief thou hast done." But Diamond would know if he ate from the Tree of Knowledge.

10. Remember Flamsteed from the Maxwell Raynor statement? He and Newton were bitter enemies.

[southern-gothic-comic]

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(Author Notes)

Panel 1-2-3: The next day at her job Imogen is looking tired and overwhelmed, resting her elbows on the counter and massaging her temples against a headache. The voices and thoughts of the other customers in the packed store crowd against her as she struggles to fill orders and she can’t seem to block them out. Everyone is clamoring for remedies, everyone is tense and nervous and angry, and all of them are causing her further pain. After a few panels she is flushed and sweating and on the verge of breaking down.

Miscellaneous Voices, spoken and unspoken: What do you mean, it’s out of stock? — What help is that to me? — laudanum, oatmeal, licorice root, antimonial — No! I said belladonna and chicory root, not licorice!! Are you even listenin’ to me? — Sweet Sarenrae what am I gonna do, where am I gonna get it? — Get a move on, stupid girl! — HOW MUCH for a healin’ potion?? — gods what’m I gonna do if he gets it too it’ll just be me left on my feet — Don’t you go cuttin’ the line, Esther Hayes. I’ve been waitin’ here all afternoon! — I got three sick kids at home! — You and everyone else in town. Get to the back of the line! — What is takin’ so long up there? — Momma, my throat hurts! Momma I wanna go hoooome! — quinine, chicken soup, epsom salts, mustardseed, honey — Two weeks, I can’t wait two weeks! I need it today! — how long is this line? — barley, oranges, throat elixir

Imogen, finally: Excuse me.

Customer: Now where do you think you’re goin’, girl? You’re not done with me yet!

Panel 4: She goes into the back room and leans against a shelf, trembling. Laudna, who is perched on a high shelf counting the dwindling stock, leans over to look at her.

Imogen: L-laudna? Are you in here? 

Her thoughts: I need you.

Laudna: Whatever is the matter, dearest?

Imogen: I’m . . . I’m not feelin’ too good.

Panel 5: She descends and Imogen falls into her arms and buries her face in her shoulder. Laudna leans back a little to support her weight.

Imogen: Everyone is too loud and too much and everything hurts and I can’t block it out and I don’t know why. It hurts.

Panel 6: Imogen leans appreciatively into the coolness of Laudna’s hand as she lays it against her forehead.

Laudna: Here, let me-- Oh, darling. You’re much too warm. 

Imogen: You sure it’s not just that you’re cold?

Laudna: No, you have a fever. You poor thing. Do you feel achy? Queasy? Itchy? Do you want some water? You ought to be home in bed, not out there being shrilled at by that gaggle of harpies.

Her thoughts: gods she is burning up what should I do where to find a doctor all right get her home put her to bed keep her safe but there’s no medicine left what should I do

Imogen: Can’t leave while the store’s still so full. It’s fine. I just need to sit down for a minute . . .

Laudna: You leave that to me.

Panel 7-8: Laudna leaves the stockroom briefly, leaving Imogen sitting on a grain sack. Screams are heard. She returns.

Laudna: Shop’s empty! Let’s go.

[sirenjose]

The Proof of Azoth's Theorem - (Concept Art) Analysis

(About Philosopher's Stone, Stibnite, Maria's Axiom, Philemon's Altar, Azoth, and a few of the symbols on each of their outfits)

Philosopher’s stone: the goal of turning base metals like iron into precious metals like gold or silver. It was also said to provide the elixir of life, which could cure any illness or bring longevity. It was considered the most pure and perfect of all substances.

Stibnite: an ore that is the primary source of antimony

Described in Basil Valentine's 1st Key (the image Fool's Gold is holding). This depicts purifying gold using melted stibnite.

Impure gold dissolves in melted stibnite. Metals besides gold are turned into sulfides and rise to the surface, while a white allow of antimony and gold sink to the bottom. Roasting this alloy causes the antimony to evaporate, leaving only the purified gold behind.

In the image of the First Key, stibnite is likened to a hungry wolf in the First Key due to how quickly stibnite dissolves (devours) metals.

In German, stibnite is called “spießglanz”, which means “spear shine” due to its shiny “spear” like crystals, thus why the First Key says “on account of his name, is subject to bellicose Mars”, as a spear is a weapon and all weapons are subject to Mars (the god of war).

This is like what is described by Nicholas Flamel, where silver is combined with mercury and antimony then distilled and cohobated (repeatedly distilling a liquid then pouring the distillate back onto the residue to extract more of the desired substance) to produce red power.

Maria’s Axiom: “1 becomes 2, 2 becomes 3, and out of the 3rd comes the 1 as the 4th” (also described as “1 becomes 2, 2 becomes 3, and by means of the 3rd and 4 thachieving unity, thus 2 are but 1”)

Carl Jung uses this as a metaphor to describe the process of “individuation”. This refers to the process of self-discovery to become our true, unique self.

This involves finding your identity outside of the roles and expectations imposed by the outside (society, others, etc…). The goal here being to achieve a sense of “wholeness” and “unity” with yourself.

1 is the 1st matter, or prima materia, containing everything you need. This is then divided (into opposites), with each element purified by itself then united again (reconciliation of opposites) into a complete whole more perfect than the starting matter, the philosopher’s stone.

Philemon’s altar: may refer to Jung’s Philemon, which is based on Philemon and Baucis from Ovid’s Metamorphosis and Goethe’s Faust.

With Ovid, Jupiter and Mercury are disguised knocking on houses but not shown kindness until they meet Philemon and Baucis, an old, poor couple. They let them live while killing everyone else (the wicked), with the couple’s house being transformed into a temple.

With Goeth, Faust is building a city on land reclaimed from the sea and asks the devil Mephistopheles to move Philemon and Baucis, but Faust is horrified to see the demon burn their house down with the couple still inside. Faust then decides he needs to atone for his crime.

Philemon was a figure in a dream of Jung's, a wise old man that represented superior insight and wisdom. For Jung, Philemon symbolized the “artifax” or skilled alchemist, with the goal to purify and perfect materials (transform base materials into noble ones like gold).

On a spiritual level, the goal of the artifax is to purify and perfect the human soul, achieving enlightenment (becoming a higher/whole human being).

Over Jung’s gate he put the inscription: “Philemon’s Shrine – Faust’s Repentance”. This involved integrating the moral questions raised by with the spiritual goal of alchemy via the opposing figures of Philemon and Faust (so acknowledge necessity of confronting evil on the path to individuation, atoning for Faust’s crime, and affirming the goal represented by Philemon).

Azoth: Considered to be a universal cure or Elixir of Life that could be created by the philosopher’s stone.

It is also essential agent of transformation in alchemy.

As the Universal Life Force, it's the energy responsible for the drive towards physical/spiritual perfection

Azoth is called Prima Materia in Latin. This was the first matter, the starting material required for the creation of the philosopher’s stone. It is the primitive formless base of all matter similar to chaos, the quintessence or aether.

It is the 1st matter at the beginning as well as its perfected essence (philosopher’s stone).

It relates to unity, wholeness, and synthesis of opposites

Alchemy Symbols:

Philosopher’s Stone:

triangle = fire

triangle in a circle = Wheel of Fire (Ignis Rotae)

entwined snakes = likely Hermes Caduceus (Hermes as Hermes Trismegistus was closely associated with alchemy)

Stibnite

upside down triangle = water

hexagram?() = represented the reconciliation/union of opposites (fire and water)

Philemon:

- triangle with a line through it = air

Maria's Axiom:

- downward triangle with a line through it = earth

- symbols on her dress and floor for Mercury/Quicksilver, Venus/Copper, Moon/Silver, Saturn/Lead, Jupiter/Tin, Mars/Iron, and Sun/Gold

There were several bits that looked like they could be symbols but I haven't been able to identify them yet (I've already spent so long working to identify everything. I'll try to add more if I identify them later).

Also I did notice/wonder how that shadow thing has eyes that appear around it could relate to Hunter Norton's weapon, which almost looks like an eye. Matthias also might have something on his boots but it's hard to be sure.

[eclipseiron]

Hey hey hey! Have you seen... A SIENCTIST RAT?

he has commited various crimes against the entire world, he stealed all the cheese from a store, he punched your mom the last week, he said the bad word number 11 with no regrets, he tried to domain the world so many times, he even pranked a poor kid in poverty with food that had thootpaste! If you have seen him, please deport him to the police!

Antimony : oh..I..I didn’t see this creature...if I had seen it, I would have reported...

(11/15)

[extraskully5]

A silly little doodle comic of Ari and Fever's feelings about the situation

They're both a little confused and very worried for these poor mystery pokemon

Fever, Ari, Antimony, and all of Fever's pokemon are open for asks (they almost always will be)

Cold Strike and Aster are as well

[thethirdromana]

Given how relevant it is to the current epoch, I did a bit of reading into treatment of typhus in the 1840s. TL;DR: oh god, poor Marian.

Content warning: discussion of grim historical medical practices.

The Woman in White was written in 1860 and set in 1849-1850, which is right at the beginning of germ theory. It was only widely accepted by the 1880s. All the doctors in the Woman in White most likely believe in miasma theory; they aren't aware that typhus is a bacterial infection.

Mr Dawson prescribes a "saline" treatment. A Short Treatise on Typhus Fever, by George Leith Roupell in 1840, recommends "saline substances" and refers to "their agency in rendering the blood florid, and duly stimulating the heart and other organs." In practice:

Salts are the combination of acids with salifiable bases; those recommended by Huxham, are carbonate of potassa or sesquicarbonate of ammonia with lemon juice and nitrate of potassa

I don't really have enough medical knowledge to judge but this doesn't seem obviously harmful? Or even if it is... not compared with some of the alternatives below.

The History, Diagnosis, and Treatment of Typhoid and of Typhus Fever by Elisha Bartlett in 1842 runs through the treatments available.

Dr Jackson of Boston suggests complete bedrest, an emetic and enema, and if "vomiting and purging" aren't followed by great relief, bloodletting. Tartarised antimony (a strong emetic) should be given every two hours in increasing doses and the bowels kept open. If the patient has diarrhoea, they should be given opium. However, if the patient has advanced to the second week of the disease, none of this will be effective. Food should be very limited and bland.

Dr Nathan Smith thinks no treatment should be given if the disease seems to be running its course naturally. (Phew). There should be bloodletting of up to half a litre of blood only in severe cases of uncommon pain in the head. He would also recommend emetics only in cases of nausea and only the use of gentle laxatives. Mercury shouldn't be used. However, the most effective thing is to uncover the patient's body and sprinkle it with pure, cold water.

Chomel in Paris mostly favours refreshing drinks, emollients, sponging the body with vinegar or water, "mucilaginous injections" several times per day, and moderate bleeding at the onset of fever. In cases of severe pain, he suggests leeches. But if the disease is severe or inflammatory, the patient should not be allowed any food (even in liquid form) and there should be more bleeding and more leeches. He also suggests "cinchona, wine, camphor and ether", thinking that cinchona is better than quinine.

(I think this suggests that Fosco is right about experts recommending "brandy, wine, ammonia and quinine".)

Louis says much the same as some of the others. He doesn't think bloodletting is particularly effective but recommends up to half a litre "once or twice" anyway. He is in favour of quinine.

Bouillard is also in favour of bloodletting:

The number of his bleedings varies from one to five or six, of from twelve to sixteen ounces each; and nearly or quite an equal quantity of blood is taken from the patient by means of leeches or cups.

Unless "ounces" means something wildly different here (and the British fluid ounce, US fluid ounce, and ounce of blood by weight aren't that different), this means a maximum blood loss of 96 ounces or... 2.8 litres?? That's about what was taken from Byron when he died, and in all likelihood it contributed to killing him.

All this leaves me with no idea what message we're supposed to take from this chapter. Mr Dawson's approach does seem to be old-fashioned compared with what Fosco proposes. Some contemporary doctors would agree with the new physician, but others would think him dangerously hands-off. Maybe we're just not supposed to know what the correct approach is.

But from the perspective of medical knowledge that there's no way Wilkie Collins could have had, Marian is lucky to be alive.

[creepweirdo]

so what r the 6 good eames/arthur fics 👀

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA omgggg SO !!!

(i was gonna make a post about this the other night so this is why im prepared 💀✋️)

here the the 6 good arthur/eames fics 😌🫶

show me the way home is actually hilarious and minutely angsty just bc of how insane arthur is 💀 poor eames' sofa 😔

orgins verse is a classic—its probably due for a reread !! im like 99% this one came up with the headcanon of their respective matching totems. lol maybe that will be my weekend plans 🤔

in our line of work is also a classic—LMAO to me all these fics are 🫶 but this one has a scene in it that plays in my mind every couple of months (arthur and eames pretend fight in a vietnamese supermarket and get kicked out by an old lady with a broom) it's so goooood it makes me laugh

antimony has such good worldbuilding ! i reread it within the last month and it still felt so fresh. i really liked eames' voice in it! also makes me envious about how good the author is at expanding the narrative post-inception without it being silly. like how do people come up with CONCEPTS and then VERBALISE them ???

steady hand THIS ONE AHHH im pretty sure i mentioned this one off hand like last year but i finally reread it just now ! this one alternates between their perspectives but it doesn't just regurgitate the same scenes/feelings. this is honestly like a movie to me 🫶 lol in the comments someone said this walked so vikings could run. also if you read it, read through the first 3 pages of the comments, the author says what happens in the future for them ❤️

HAHAH omg and this one 💀✋️ it TECHNICALLY counts. also like its very content heavy but the worldbuilding is so good, and also like a movie to me. every year or so when i do my rewatch of nolan's batman trilogy i tack this on at the end ✋️ maybe one day we'll get a third nolan movie with both tom hardy and jgl again (if jgl stops being unemployed and trying to get people to be voice actors via his twitter 😭)

okay lol that's it from me !!! if anyone has any others that should be on this list please let me know 🫶

[rageofbluejupiter]

Antimony

Dull gray blue eyes glared up at the ceiling, angry at its silence. The gaze from his eyes could easily pierce the sky, while the rest of him was stone cold. All the rage of life burned in his eyes, brighter than the halo that sat above his long shaggy hair. He stayed motionless, gazing up at the ceiling for what felt like hours. I was there, watching him. 

Poor Antimony, I thought as I quietly left my perch in the tree outside his window. I was lucky to have quiet wings, as he would surely be ashamed of himself if he had noticed me.

 Antimony knows I love him deeply. He knows I don’t want to see him in pain, or hurt. But I can’t understand why he won’t stop treating himself as if he were a plague on those around him. I told him I love him, I told him that I’d never leave him, that he is perfect in every way, but he won’t stop hating himself. Why? Why won’t he believe me?

Antimony slowly rose from his floor, tears drifting down his face. That was what hid behind his rage; a person who could not look at themselves in the mirror without hating the reflection. 

It made me want to cry, or maybe scream at the world on his behalf. Darling Antimony, dearest Antimony, how I wish you could see yourself through kind eyes. 

He will never know how much he lingers on my mind. His kindness, his caring, his charity, his passion, his understanding of things around him. I know something the rest of the world does not. This is his truest form, his kind and sensitive form which wants to see everyone happy and cared for. 

I know his other side, walls up, disengaged, worried that something could happen any moment to him. I know what he is like around the unfamiliar when he feels out of place or scared. It pains me to see how different he is when he feels unsafe, to see how cold and distant he can become. It hurts knowing why he is like that. 

Antimony, dear, you didn’t deserve what happened to you. You suffered and suffered, and had no one there to help you, or save you, or fight for your justice. I am sorry I didn’t know you before, but I am here now. I am here to help you now. 

I love you so completely, Antimony. I feel like you have existed around me all my life, in bits and pieces of my days, in my surroundings, in my thoughts. But I have found you, in your completeness, in your totality. I have never yearned so desperately to be around someone, never have I craved the kind eyes and loving touch more. You have been the only one to show me such care, such interest, such love that I only thought was a fairytale. I am the luckiest in the world to know what it is like to have that pure and beautiful love. How lucky am I that in my short life, I get to experience you. 

Antimony, my love, how I wish you could see the beauty of your design. I wish that I can see the day that you finally forgive yourself, and I hope to still be by your side when you do.

[miirshroom]

More Thoughts about the Shadow Narrative

Ranni was the Shadow of Godwyn the Golden. Why? They were linked through simultaneous death. And in dying and putrefying together they may have become a single being - the soul of Ranni overwhelming the soul of Godwyn and claiming ownership of Godwyn's body. Ego death, the Shadow overcoming the ego, the ego integrating the shadow, or all of the above. A problem with this elegant solution is that Ranni doesn't want to be bound to this Jungian Shadow nonsense that is encoded in the Elden Ring. And without an ego to guide it the body grows haphazardly like cancerous cells.

Mohg is the Shadow of Ranni. He is everything that she does not want to be - blood and misery and hidden away by layers of arcane secrets dug up from the past. Again, the aesthetics of Jungian psychological alchemy suggest that Ranni should integrate with her Shadow and become a merged being - which again she refuses. In pseudo-psychological alchemy eternally the ego and shadow integrate and separate in cycles, making no progress. The actually psychologically healthy thing to do is to acknowledge the past, be conscious of how it has shaped the present, and then move past it into doing something more constructive. History is not a wheel spinning in place, it's a helix progressing in a forwards trajectory. So we the player can see Mohg's insane little empire to understand the past of the Lands Between, but should also understand that it's not a roadmap for the future. Miquella fell into that trap, and that is why his journey into the Shadowlands is a dead offshoot. He is drowned in the memories of the past.

And yes, Blaidd is the Shadow of Ranni assigned by the Two Fingers. The "assigned" part is important. One of the reasons that Jungian psychology is a pseudo-psychology is that it is a poor substitute for genuine self-reflection - relying upon vague dream interpretation and an assumption that certain archetypes are universally understood. In reality, these archetypes are enforced by cultural biases. The "wolf" represents the inner animal of mankind and the start of each new cycle in the alchemical process (antimony, lead, etc), because some skalds and alchemists wrote this way about wolves, Jung collected these writings and added his own conjectures, and modern fantasy writers have been coasting on the old archetype which keeps it in the pop culture. Blaidd is Ranni's Shadow and is a wolf because it is the aesthetic demanded by the narrative that the Two Fingers are trying to write. The same Two Fingers that Ranni opposes.

The Shadowlands presents yet another version of Ranni's opposite in the character of Rakshasa. Much like Mohg, she is another blood-soaked character. Rakshasa is obsessed with the cycle - the one that Ranni wishes to break free from.

...which is all a lot of words thinking about how to describe these highlighted parts of the tarot metafiction:

[dnnikhil]

Antimony is a shiny grey chemical element that can be found in metallic and non-metallic forms. The metallic form is hard, brittle, and dazzling silvery-bluish in color, whereas the non-metallic version comes in a grey powder form. It's made from ores like stibnite and valentinite, and it's a stable element in dry air that's also resistant to alkalis and acids. Because antimony is a poor conductor of heat and electricity, it is widely employed in semiconductor devices such as infrared detectors and diodes, low friction metals, batteries, ceramic enamels, flame-proofing materials, and paints.

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

Welp. You said so. So I'll make up a horror story. Just give me a second to think long term but I'll get this short plot out of the way.

UNKNOWN PLACE AT UNKNOWN LONGITUDE UNKNOWN LONGITUDE UNKNOWN TIME

'I had been here for an hour. And nothing...or at least I think it's been an hour? I can't tell'

Thought the poor soul who had been wandering the land he was in. It all started when he found a bag. A bag that was nothing too special. It was a simple purple bookbag any little boy or girl would use to walk into a school like any other person like you or me would see and not think about. They knew there was a name tag on it showing it had more then one previous owner but now. Now they were here. This place. There wasn't much different from the outside of the bag. The sky was clear and cloudless. The sun shined the grass was green. But...things made less sense the more they thought about it. There was bird sounds yes. But no matter what they did they never found the birds that made sounds. The grass was soft but never grew or died. The sky nevered moved the moon and sun were always in the sky but also never moved. The darkness always stayed and the brightness stayed till some odd..time? Chance? Event that made the "day" and the "night" swap places. The thing that baffled the traveler more was that there was the people....if you can call them that.

The traveler kept walking and saw the nearest town. They had been to 2 towns so far. The first one was a town full of people with stitches that had buttons for eyes and zippers for mouths. These people were talkative but talked like young children. Or at least a child trying to sound adult. These people were always creepy no matter they did. They could be petting cats that barely moving playing with plush toys or even counting buttons and zippers along with needles. And it always rubbed them the wrong way. This town was hopefully better...no scratch that. They're wrong too.

These people were worse. These beings don't look human. Or well if they were human they didn't look right. The "humans" had limbs or smiles too wide or moved incorrectly. One just moved their wrists and fingers like they were made of a inflatable pool noodle. Another was far too tall and boney so they were hunched over. The last one had her? Face upside down. Eventually the traveler soon finds a large map of the areas they gently pulled put a toy camera they found on a....broken toy? It was a wind-up solider with missing legs a shattered arm and a caved in face showing that the insides were gooey ink and paint in simplified attempts to recreate human antimony with drawings and more. Didn't help their bones were shattered in ways that made it look like they got mauled but whatever the equivalent of a bear was here. Their bones also looked like plastic or metals. When the traveler took a photo of the map they heard a voice. It belonged to a ragged dirty worn out and badly smudged doll. It looked like it was made of faded procaline. They remember seeing a movie based around a toy like that. Claimed they were a very VERY old brand.

"Oh hello young traveler. I take it you are headed to find our mama?"

'....'

"Not mama? Maybe mommy? Auntie? Uncle? Grandpa? Grandma?"

'...'

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm Mister Sen Say"

'...'

"You came from that bad scary place? Oh really scary makes us think there's boogeymen in there."

'....'

"Maybe people go in and never come back and we have to say bye-bye every time."

'...'

The talk was long and confusing they eventually got them to tell the point. They wanted directions to a way home. The elder doll said that the big city might have the way but the big city was far far away. They then asked that they'd ask Big Brother Freddy. But...something told them Big Brother Freddy wasn't going to like them.

As the traveler left and took a small dirt path down a certain way to go to a new town a new place to explore whatever they're in.

MEANWHILE WITH AN UNKOWN FIGURE

A beast loomed a broken toy to which it dragged the toy away that was soon put into a large box labeled 'Repair' and dragged the box away.

The beast soon loomed closer to the edge of the nearby terrain the knuckles dragged tearing up the ground showing that the very foundation of the very dirt was nothing more then course sand that seemed to work like some kinetic sand as the long pale bone thin with thinner skin wrapped around a rather thick tree made of cardboard the beast stored at the intruder and makeing tiny cracking sounds as their body moved and twisted while warped and hissing out.

"Soooonnnnnn....soooonnnn..."

[autumnalfallingleaves]

Wait what?? My girl?? My Best Girl?? Is number 2?? We haven’t seen Renard yet, so maybe he’s number 1??

sdfjksdkjldsjkljkls OH NO HONEY

[extraskully5]

Oh that immune to healing stuff is really brutal tbh in a world where you can just use a healing spray ect, so any healing going forward has to be purely natural self sustained healing with some any medical intervention like stitching bandages ect but other than that literally just gotta heal on its own? Poor Antimony :c

Yep!

Though I will say he's not immune to healing moves that he uses himself like rest and recover. He will learn Recover at some point but it'll be a kind of double edged sword since it'll take a lot of energy for him to use. He will still need lots of eep and some natural healing because of it

[liveblogsupdatingdaily]

I WONDER IF REYNARDINE HAS FANS AMONG GUNNERKRIGG COURT’S READERS

This bonus page made me DISLIKE Reynardine even more than I already dislike, if that’s possible. He’s an old (supposed) demon who bully Antimony to death with his all over creepy and perverted behavior. Antimony is like 12-13 years old, and he flirts with her without any shame. This is a disturbing thing in my eyes, one of the disturbing things ever (look, I’m a very open minded person, I support any kind of love: men/women, men/men, women/women, transgenders, different races, religions, etc. But I’ll never EVER tolerate a romantic/sexual relationship between a child and an adult, this is beyond gross to me). I know that Reynardine is not looking forward after a relationship with Antimony other than mistress/servant but still...even his flirting/mocking attitude towards her is disturbing enough. Will he ever CHANGE?

Btw, I liked Antimony’s attitude at the end, when she send him back to his box, but still...she deserves a BIG hug for having to put up with Reynardine.

[livingdead666]

Another Gunnerkrigg Rant: Annie’s Intelligence

Anyone who reads Gunnerkrigg Court knows that Antimony Carver is not perfect, which makes her a compelling protagonist. Her flaws include being insensitive sometimes, thoughtless, and impulsive. However, we can all agree that Annie is NOT stupid. Maybe she’s not Kat (not many people are), but she is quite well versed in the field of the aether magic, and the supernatural. So, she’s not intelligent in the usual subjects, but she is far from stupid. This reflects more poorly on Tony, who clearly makes passive-aggressive jabs at it, whether he means to or not. One of Annie’s biggest issues is thinking that she isn’t bright, especially compared to Kat, when she clearly has her own area of expertise. And she’s so tough that it’s heartbreaking to see Tony tear her down whenever she thinks ‘Hey, I’m actually pretty smart’. One user has stated that they believe Tony is the reason why Annie is so self-conscious about it. Even before Surma died, it’s possible that there were many assignments and tasks that ‘required more work’. Or in plain terms, were never good enough.