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profoundfics · 6 days ago

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Tertiary Opinions II/II

Paths of Light - II: Vaults of the Beloved

Rating: Mature - Canon Typical Violence and Sex

Pairing: Rook Ingellvar x Emmrich Volkarin (Neve Gallus x Lucanis Dellamort | Lace Harding x Taash)

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It was just the two of them. Manfred ambled far behind after receiving strict instructions to remain out of harm's way. And none of the others had expressed any particular keenness to venture into the dead-filled depths of the Necropolis again. Emmrich had been forced to take the lead to the Vault. Rook trailed behind him, thumbing her way through a thin tome as she walked, muttering to herself about a certain incantation being in the book.

Somewhere.

‘They really should put indexes in the back of these things,’ she groused, pausing under a wall brazier of veilfire and began flicking through the pages with increased speed.

Emmrich had only caught a glimpse of the book when she first pulled it from the small shoulder bag she brought. But in the greenish light he could see it was ancient; the fabric cover was worn at the corners, the spine abused with thin cracks webbing up the length of the book and any indication as to the title of the book appeared lost to time.

‘Ah-ha,’ she exclaimed, opening the book fully.

Emmrich walked back to Rook. She was looking at a page with a twelve line evocation centrally positioned on the page. Notes in Rook’s elegant scrawl covered what had once been the blank margins around the printed words. He blanched at the sight, only realising that he’d made a sound when Rook looked at him.

‘I take it you disapprove?’ She asked, closing the book slightly to meet his gaze.

‘If it is your own property, it's yours to do as you wish,’ he replied mildly, but she was shaking her head. ‘This is an ancient practice,’ remarking on the spell.

‘I know,’ Rook agreed, reopening the book again. ‘But I noticed the candles when we fought our way through the vault the second time around, and I figured…’ She jabbed at the page. ‘The alterations should allow the spell to awaken the wards quicker than the original casting.’

‘Isn’t there mimetic value in following the original invocations?’ Emmrich enquired.

‘If that were the case, we’d still be casting in Elvish,’ she remarked, folding over the page then closing the book around her finger. He frowned at her and a frustrated growl rumbled from her throat. ‘Academics.’ She made it sound like an insult. ‘When you have something like the door upstairs and you don’t know what’s behind it, then yes, perfect mimesis is the ideal solution. But the vast majority of the time? No. Altering the spells, be it through the wording or even the casting gestures can strengthen wards considerably, improving their durability and even allowing for extra protections to be added. Also time saving if whatever is trying to kill you is bearing down on you.’

She smiled at him. A bright, dazzling expression while tucking the book into a large pouch that asked him to trust her. He did. She’d more than proven her necromantic abilities and instincts during their last excursions in the Necropolis. She moved around him, the usual brush of her perfume wrapping around him, encouraging him to follow. She paused at the end of the corridor and peered around the corner to observe the walking dead.

‘There are a lot of them,’ she remarked solemnly, turning back to him and pushing a lock of hair from her eyes. ‘What’s causing it though?’

‘Solas’ ritual has had a far reaching impact on the Fade,’ Emmrich replied, matching her solemnity. ‘Spirits are still aflurry with activity following the gods' escape. Our inability to tend to the dead here make them perfect hosts for hostile entities to reach this world.’

Clearing their way through was an easy feat, a harmonised pattern of attack developing between them. Emmrich found himself being able to read her movement as she danced her way through battle stances and shield throws to cut a path through the vault. Around it all she also kept track of his attacks, timing her most devastating moves with his recovery rates as though she could visualise the mana within him. While she focused on her martial skills, he did begin to see hints of her more powerful abilities. A club to her abdomen was answered with a draining spell tugged at the lifeforce of the attacker. The spell reduced the cadaver to ash, healing Rook’s injury before it began to cause her any pain.

At the far set of candles, Rook unshouldered her pack and carefully lowered it to with a soft clink. She withdrew a thurible and what appeared to be a premixed cleanser, a bottle of clarified water and small lumps of charcoal.

‘At the end of each stanza,’ she said once she got the charcoal burning with conjured veilfire, ‘if you’d be so kind as to repeat that line and light both sets of candles at the same time, I’d be grateful.’

Soon, the thurible’s smoke changed colour to a pinkish hue, the smell of frankincense, calendula and cedar wrapped around them and Rook got to her feet, shouldering the pack and they made their way back up along the chamber. They walked at a solemn pace. Emmrich kept his actions precise, cautious that any change in the spell could have an unintended impact on the room, but stanza by stanza the etheric murk lifted.

‘Admit it,’ Rook said once they reached the entrance again. ‘You thought it was going to cause some sort of cataclysmic explosion and let a massive pride spirit through?’

‘Nothing quite so dramatic,’ Emmrich replied as he turned to admire their handiwork. ‘I was concerned it wouldn’t work as well as you hoped.’

She held the thurible up, still emitting the cleansing smoke. ‘What do you think this was for? It wasn’t like I could test the incantation before we arrived, mainly on the count of not being able to find it. This was the back up.’

‘Then you made the adaptions -’

‘Years ago,’ she finished for him, opening the thurible and dampening the charcoal with magic. ‘Found something similar in a crypt during the Rift Crisis, I’d like to say in the lower levels but it’s probably moved somewhere else. The original was actually pretty ineffective so I adapted it, and used the new spell.’ She got to her feet and admired her handiwork. ‘Should take a day or so to settle the chamber then we can go through to the next room. Any idea what’s back there?’

‘I have some idea,’ Emmrich replied.

They returned in companionable silence to the belfry chamber, but on their approach, a raised voice alerted them to commotion. Beside him, Rook went pale as she slowed to a halt. Even the colour appeared to drain from her eyes leaving a swirl of grey mist around her pupil.

‘Rook?’

‘The Commander.’

He didn’t need to hear anymore. Reaching over he grabbed her hand, the pressure of his fingers prompting her to look him in the eyes. Fear swam in her expression, her hand developing a small quake and for a moment he was dumbfounded as to what he could say to her. But then she curled her fingers around his, blowing out a steadying breath.

‘I’m going to have to face him at some point,’ she said.

‘And I’m right with you,’ Emmrich assured her. ‘With any luck, if needed, my word will carry weight, given I outrank the Commander in the hierarchy of the order.’

‘What?’

‘Academic schools outrank military corps,’ Emmrich explained gently. ‘I was prompted to refamiliarise myself with our charter after you told me why you left, should you require an intercession during any of our visits.’

Rook frowned. ‘I’m not going to hide behind you.’

‘I don’t expect you to, I’m more than sure you don’t need me to step in on your behalf, but if you do, say the word,’ Emmrich told her. ‘Shall we?’

She took a moment to compose herself, taking a deep breath then blowing it out slowly and letting go of his hand. He let her get a few steps ahead of her before he followed, his hands behind his back.

Her entrance into the belfry caused silence to fall.

Commander Lucien van Markham would have been an imposing, stocky figure were he not two inches shorter than Emmrich. He did, however, tower over Myrna, and to her credit, she was having none of the posturing occurring before her. Hands on her hips, she met the commander's cold, icy glare with swirling dislike. Rook moved closer to the fray, her steps getting surer as she reached the centre of the room.

While Emmrich could not see her expression, he could tell by the hardline he could just make out from the jut in her jaw, that she had schooled her face into an expression that would brook no argument. The same one she had used in the Minrathous with Neve the day before.

Van Markham had not come alone. In a four-by-four formation behind him, sixteen senior Reapers stood in their famous Pillar of the Departed armour like imposing sarcophagi waiting to strike. The Commander wore his ceremonial robes as if he had rushed here from another engagement. When she stood ten feet away from the gathering, Rook drew up to her full height, slammed one foot down with a metallic clang and saluted with her right fist over her heart.

‘Arrest her,’ Van Markham ordered, pointing in the direction of Rook.

‘You will do no such thing,’ Myrna shot back immediately. ‘The matter is long since out of your hands, Commander.’

The retinue had not moved. As Keeper of the Seals, Myrna far outranked any member of the Reapers. She outranked Emmrich. Van Markham turned his head to look at Rook with utter disgust around his thin mouth. He’d been an attractive man in his youth, with pale blue eyes and dark blonde hair, but all that had gone to seed now. Deep furrows marked his forehead and his hairline had retreated so far back he had grown the hair at the back of his head long enough to comb it forward.

‘Out of my hands?’ Markham bellowed, turning back to Myrna. ‘This woman,’ he spat the word, showering Myrna with a thin film of spittle, ‘disobeyed multiple direct orders and destroyed three generations of Van Markham reliquary. It is a matter for the Reapers.’

‘Casual Destruction of the Dead,’ said Myrna, delicately patting her face down with a handkerchief she had withdrawn from her sleeve, ‘is a matter for the High Council to consider. Not the court marital chambers. You overstretched. Were you keen to discipline Watcher Ingellvar’s refusal to stand down, you would have charged her with insubordination or dereliction of duty at the time. As you did no such thing, one might go as far as to say your actions carried a certain air of personal retribution.’

Markham’s eyes bulged at the accusation to such a degree that Emmrich was certain he was about to suffer a fit of apoplexy. The flickering vessel twitching above his eye certainly suggested it was possible. He looked poised to shout again, but he seemed to realise his audience had grown and he was significantly outnumbered by figures of higher authority. Particularly now that VORGOTH had arrived.

‘THE GRAND COUNCIL HAS ABSOLVED WATCHER INGELLVAR OF ANY CHARGE REGARDING HER CONDUCT,’ they announced, its voice more something felt within than heard.

‘Of course they have,’ Van Markham declared with seething sarcasm. ‘Just as they absolved her the last time she insulted my family’s honour.’

‘Insulted your honour?’ Rook cut through the conversation. Higher than usual pitch Emmrich was used to, her voice rang against the towering walls, bouncing off the still bell above them. ‘Your nephew is the one who insulted your honour through his conduct. Or do you believe that women are to become nothing more than leibeigene upon taking nuptial vows?’

It was as if the bell above Emmrich had tolled at the small fact. Rook had pulled herself to her full height, not as tall as Van Markham, but enough that she could look him straight in the eye. There was a twitch to her gauntlet covered fingers, flexing them as if she wanted to punch him. Emmrich had a burning desire to wrap the man in spirit cords to make the job easier for her.

Again, Van Markham sputtered but finally sensing he was on the wrong side of the argument, or at least outnumbered enough that it wasn’t worth his while to continue trying to make the argument, he turned. A flick of his wrist ordered his retinue to part so he could leave with some dignity intact. The march was loud, stone and metal clanging together as the sixteen soldiers followed their commander under the scrutiny of the assorted witnesses. Skeletal assistants closed the doors behind them leaving Emmrich free to return his attention back to Rook. VORGOTH had his gloved hand on Rook’s shoulder, its hooded head inclined down towards her, in a gesture that could be considered sympathetic, perhaps even fatherly in nature.

‘The man remains an insufferable fool,’ Myrna announced. ‘Ah, Professor, a pleasure to see you, though I had little doubt you were too far away.’

‘Indeed, we were seeing to the cleansing of the Vault of the Beloved,’ he informed his colleague walking to join the group. ‘Rook has masterful skill within her wardweaving abilities. It must be quite a blow to the Reapers to not be able to call on her aid.’

‘AND YOUR TRAVELS? ARE THEY BEARING FRUIT?’ VORGOTH asked.

‘Quiet so,’ replied Emmrich. ‘It will make for quite the presentation should we fulfil our mission.’

‘That should make for a pleasant diversion,’ Myrna said, then turned to VORGOTH. ‘We will need to arrange for further sanctification of the vault before they can return to their full use. Professor, if your work here is not done, there is a matter of concern we would discuss with you, regarding the Basalt Hypogeum.‘

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His office, his academic bastion, was surprisingly empty. Emmrich knew he had removed a large amount of his collection to the Lighthouse but as he’d done so in a manner that resulted in him returning when he had needed something extra he hadn’t fully noticed just how much he’d decamped. The room reminded him of his first days as a Professor fifteen years earlier when he had been presented with this empty room for his use. Associate Lecturers shared offices and it had been a nightmare as his companion had no concept of tidiness. He sat in the chair, having given up hope of finding the journal he’d been looking for, knowing it would likely be back at the Lighthouse.

The loss of the Basate Hypogeum was more than concerning, having coincided with the recent Venatori incursions. He had known their intentions had been to siphon energy from the Necropolis but the removal of a whole room. That seemed inconceivable. Myrna had shown him, and Rook, the gaping hole left behind, a bottomless chasm with swirling mists. Reshuffles were normal, but the Necropolis always put itself back together in a way that left no gaps. A strange nothingness hung in the air with a howl to the winds that sounded like mourning.

New seals were in the process of being enchanted so it could not happen again but it would still be some time until they were back in place. There was a tap at the door, followed by Rook entering as if they were back at the Lighthouse. VORGOTH had extended an invitation of luncheon to her after the tour. She no longer wore her armour, which Manfred had brought here an hour earlier, adorned in yet another floor length velvet coat, this time of midnight blue with fleck of silver threading at the hems and through the buttons.

‘Find what you were looking for?’ She asked, glancing around the office with interest before frowning. ‘Have you moved it all to the Lighthouse?’

‘In my bid to have as much knowledge at my fingertips,’ he said, rather sheepishly, ‘yes.’

Rook chuckled. ‘I should really ask Myrna for some of my belongings for the Lighthouse. Leaving didn’t really allow me much in the way of creature comforts.’ She picked up a dusty canopic jar. ‘Anyone famous?’

‘Found at the Charnal Bridge before the Nightmare Fog descended,’ he replied.

‘It’s still there?’ She asked, putting the jar down carefully. ‘We should really get someone to banish that thing.’

‘Multiple attempts have been made,’ he replied, tracking Rook as she moved around the room, assailed by a strange sense that she simply belonged here just as much as she did in his study within the Lighthouse.

Rook ignored the chairs and perched on his desk, mere meters from where he sat. She rapped her nails across the surface of the desk. ‘I feel as if I owe you further thanks even if in this case, it was hypothetical. You'd have had my back with Van Markham, had he not already been crossing his swords with Myrna.’

‘He’s a fool,’ Emmrich replied. ‘Always been more concerned with his own standing. A poor attribute for a member of the Watch, but a common one amongst the lesser nobility.’

‘He’s so far down their line of ascension, I don’t think we can even call him lesser nobility,’ said Rook quietly. ‘But I fear Myrna is right, his umbrage with me is a personal matter over his jilted nephew. It is not an argument that can be won by hitting him over the head with the founding charter, or any of the subsequent amendments.’ She huffed out a soft laugh that brimmed with sadness. ‘I might never be able to return if I have to watch my back for him.’

‘It would appear crossing you means crossing VORGOTH,’ he observed lightly. ‘There are very few who would openly do that. VORGOTH’s fury is not to be taken lightly.’

‘And yet, the annals show there is always one,’ she said. ‘Someone who thinks their transgressions will go unnoticed by their near omniscient observations.’ She sighed. ‘What’s next in terms of reaching the Greater Spirits?’

The change of subject caught him off guard for a moment. The reminder of VORGOTH’s reach churning with thoughts of desire he had for the woman before him. He had witnessed VORGOTH’s terrify powers when dispensing justice and yet, it did not dampen his desire for her. That he’d be willing to cross VORGOTH‘s wrath to have her was testimony within itself.

‘I believe the Memorial Gardens lie beyond the Vault of the Beloved,’ Emmrich finally replied, regaining his senses. ‘We’ll need to perform the Sacred Rites of Remembrance to reaffirm our pledge to the dead so we may consult the Greater Spirits. I’d be honoured if you’d join me.’

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Translation -

leibeigene - serf, chattel or thrall

#dragon age: the veilguard #emmrich volkarin #emmrich x ingellvar #rook ingellvar #rook x emmrich #emmrich romance #da4 fic #dragon age myrna #VORGOTH

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virovirokun-has-adhd · 1 year ago

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Hollow Shell of a Man

"Oh if only there were words to describe how disappointed I am in you"

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profoundlyfaded · 2 months ago

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I wanted to share some fic I’m working on - Tertiary Impressions - charting Emmrich falling for Rook. She’s a fellow Mourn Watcher but a Reaper. I’ve made a few changes; in my HC, Reapers are Warrior Mages, so Rook can competently cast magic as well as fight. The another element of reimagining here is, well, I don’t like the heavy armour sets across the game so the armour I describe in this is actually inspired by the Nox Nightmaiden set from Elden Ring (including the Twin Crown for really special occasions - I love henins and we know they’re canon cos Vivienne). Anyway enough babble and more fic -

He was continuing his study of her; casual destruction of the dead did not sit easily with him but she hadn’t demonstrated any of the usual reckless disregard for life that brought someone to that moment. He had uncovered a number of people committing that particular crime, all of them power hungry and seeking to further themselves. Rook did not seem to be in that mould.

A call for help would arrive from her slowly building pool of allies and she would answer it willingly, donning armour with matching robes that flowed around her as she moved. He’d watched her train in the courtyard, perfecting moves that seemed closer to a dance than battle stances as she worked with her shield, spinning elegantly when she threw it and moving with liquid fluidity as she practiced blocks and attacks with it. When Rook was not training, he’d find her laughing with their associates or even sitting quietly in the library, book or paper in hand with a pot of tea.

That was how Emmrich found Rook that morning; knees bunched up to her chest, reading one of the many newspapers the team eagerly amassed from their various travels across Northern Thedas. Her dark hair fell in soft waves to her waist and she had yet to adorn her usual make-up. Only her facial tattoo highlighted the shape of her face. It wasn’t often anyone saw her like this; she usually kept to her private quarters until she was battle ready once the others were up. A fact he had learnt the previous week.

Rook lowered the paper as she looked up at him. ‘All well? Are the others...’

She trialled off, but he caught the direction of her query; the others and their caution of Necromancy.

‘I caught Harding attempting to teach Manfred a game with his hands, something about paper and scissors,’ he explained.

Rook’s lips lifted into a smile, the type of expression that radiated with joy, and she laughed. ‘She taught me that as well, just to pass the time when I first left the Necropolis.’ She sobered. ‘And what about you?’

‘Getting there,’ he replied.

Her eyebrows flicked up. ‘Perhaps you should join us next time we venture out? Nothing builds camaraderie like having someone’s back in a tight corner and your combat skills were impressive back in the Necropolis.’

Her voice dropped into a soft, wry tone, lips quirking at the corners.

‘High praise, indeed, from a Reaper,’ he replied bowing his head. ‘And of course, I’ll be happy to assist however I can.’

‘Excellent, because we’ve got a lead on a Dragon Hunter in Rivain,’ she said. ‘Harding and I are heading out tomorrow now we’ve identified which mirror to use.’

‘Then I shall prepare accordingly.’

#emmrich volkarin #dragon age: the veilguard #da4 spoilers #datv spoilers #emmrich fanfic #rook x emmrich #emmrich x ingellvar #current wip #datv fanfic #datv fic

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sojournerstales · 4 days ago

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Warframe: Tandem

Short fic on how the Operator works with her favourite Warframe. This is just kind of a rough drabble, but maybe you'll dig it.

Freefall. Blood pressure behind her ears. Sloane wakes up with a jolt through her systems. The lurch in her chest like a redirection of gravity and then - suddenly - steel under her boots and a holographic display that lights her features in capital-cult blue.

Chaos. Alarms blare. Officers bark orders. Bots respond in warbled, digital tones. A spray of energy fire singes the wall either side of Sloane, a horizontal line interrupted by the protective shielding provided by her Warframe. Hildryn stands stalwart, arms crossed, shoulders squared and stance tall. Energy shimmers around the frame, bands of light peel from this field whenever Corpus security gets too close.

Sloane is used to this. Flitting between dreaming of the world and existing within it. "Tenno." And the Lotus helps, her voice calm in Sloane's ear. Both mother and commander. Soothing authority. "The alarms have been triggered. If you do not retrieve this data now, it will be lost forever."

After a beat of mild static the line cuts and Sloane mutters, "Yeah, yeah... We got this."

She gets to work. Personal Parazon injected into the data-port just below the main console. It forces the holo to obey, display filtering out unnecessary junk. Sloane is in a tertiary data vault two decks below topside on a Corpus War and Commerce Supercruiser. There is an R&D sector - highlighted, honed in on, read-out unspooling on the display, a near infinite scroll of raw data - that needs to be plundered.

An explosion. A burst of light and wave of heat. Sparks fly, officers hit the deck, Corpus MOA internal gyros just barely hold on. Sloane doesn't even blink. Hildryn's shields have her back. She's focused on the task at hand.

Technically, Sloane can not read the Corpus alphabet. Nor the stock-Sign that half of this data is written in. Yet she knows what is important. An intrinsic feeling, the imprint of her Warframe's translation software like muscle memory for her mind. "There." The data package is identified, the de-encryption software is pushed and resolved in the same second. Transfer is instantaneous. "Got it."

Sloane closes her eyes, crosses her arms over her chest, and falls backwards into sleep.

Panic ripples through the Corpus communications. The Warframe finally moves. First her fingers flex, then she rolls her shoulders, then her neuroptics hone in on the security team captain.

The ground below Hildryn - a proprietary metal alloy found only on ship models personally approved by the board - warps and melts. Hildryn's energy field is directed downwards and gives her lift. Heatwaves roll across the floor - it's already too late for the enemy to run. They are caught in the radioactive flare, held aloft in a pillar of balefire that fries their gear. The officers scream and flail. The MOAs fall apart completely.

Then comes the drop. Hildryn hits the dark hard with a three-point landing that shudders the entire section. Corpus security slams into the floor a half-second later, bodies broken, robots destroyed.

This is what Sloane dreams of. Her consciousness safe in Hildryn's frame. Her sleeping will translated into Warframe action. In this state - this dream that is real - Sloane and Hildryn are one and the same. Working in tandem.

Hildryn's body tenses and Sloane feels the tension. Hildryn launches into a horizontal bullet-jump and Sloane feels the rush.

"Our operative has looked over the data," The Lotus' voice is just as clear in this dream and now tinged with pride. "You have retrieved what you came here for. We are done here. Move on to extraction."

"[Intruder is on the move. Fall in on--]" An officer's communications are cut short by Hildryn slamming into him. Sparks fly from the floor as she skids to a halt and redirects at the junction, chasing now a green blip the Lotus had supplied her HUD. She launches again, gliding forward with an arm outstretched. Sloane feels this too. Anatomy that doesn't exist on her own body. Like a pleasant itch.

Hildryn's wrist-mounted launcher hums with power and unleashes a hot pink burst of radioactive energy against a security team attempting to make a blockade. They are obliterated.

Past the felled team and into a docking bay, landing with a low slide that carries Hildryn underneath one antigrav loader. Then she pushes up immediately into another bullet-jump. From here she gets a wide-band view of the space. More MOAs positioning to take shots. A trio of officers setting up an energy turret. Drones flying in from ceiling mounted housing.

Sloane wakes up. A child tumbling from the Warframe's body. It's a practiced move, Hildryn left tucked and entering freefall while Sloane herself taps into the pull of the Void. She is given a second of suspension where no shots can hit her, targeting systems simply slipping past her presence. She uses this time to conceptualize where she is now and where she is going to be.

Void sling. The point to point translation of a child from where she was to where she will be. The time and space between those points turned to nil.

Where she was: Twenty five meters above the main docking bay deck.

Where she will be and so is: Rapidly approaching the floor of the personal craft landing bay, already past the security checkpoint.

Sloane squeezes her eyes shut and Hildryn lands in her place. Sleeping again, the Warframe pulled to her position (it was always there) like a protective shell. Or warm blanket. The remaining Corpus are left shooting dead air and scratching their heads at the sudden loss of their target.

"Mission complete," The Lotus says. Hildryn settles into the extraction alcove, liset already powered up and ready to depart. "Good job, Tenno."

#warframe #fanfic #operator #hildryn

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allegoriesandepithets · 6 months ago

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Large Pixel Size Stripe A- Flags

[PT: Large Pixel Size Stripe A- Flags]

Black Stripe Ace ~ Green Stripe Aro

Stripe Apl ~ Stripe Aqp

Stripe Analt ~ Stripe Asen ~ Stripe Anae

Definition: One with a complete lack of [attraction type] attraction; feeling absolutely zero amount of [attraction type] attraction; being strictly a- [attraction type]. It is inclusive of those with any [attraction type] drive, as well as those of any [attraction type] interaction stance.

All flags are 3000x2000 pixels.

@tertiary-attraction-archive @radiomogai @liom-archive @imoga-pride

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degengxrl · 11 months ago

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hello! i saw you stated in a comment that you were aplatonic, and i have heard of the term but i'm not sure if i completely understand. is platonic attraction didferent than just having friends? so sorry if i'm being rude, i'd just like to know more if you'd want to explain. thank you!

-fellow aroace :)

not rude, completely understandable aplatonicism is a form of tertiary aspecness and basically means you dont experience platonic attraction tho that doesnt necissarily mean that you wont have friends as thats more of a friendship stance thing similar to sex stances or romantic stances like how acespec ppl can still have sex if thats what they want or arospec ppl can still date if thats their preference same for aplspec ppl they can still have friends if thats personally what they want of course its a spectrum so there will be aplspecs who do not have friends aka nonpartnering aplatonics (yeah thats more used for rose relationships but thats amatonormativity so fuck that) me personally im aplatonic friendship indifferent so i have some friends but i dont actively search for them i just have had friends because thats what society expects but i can live without them the same way most aros/aces can live without sex or romance i just dont necessarily need friends but im ok with having them.

hope this helps!

#ask #aplatonicism #aplspec #aplatonic #friendship stances #aspec stuff #aspec community #platonormativity #estrogendyking

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https-fungus · 1 month ago

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Welcome!

Hello there and welcome to this random sideblog made to hoard terms, labels and flags like crazy!

This is a sideblog from @webmush made just to have a better organization and a personal hoard for ourselves in a more organized way than the main blog

What can you do/see here?

As established before, this is mainly to do reblogs of labels, terms and flag that fit to ourselves collectively or some specific alter

But that's not the only thing we'll do in this blog!

Sometimes we're gonna post some terms that aren't on Tumblr but we found in other sites like pinterest (If isn't a repost we'll put the credits and link to the og coining)

As hoarders of flags and labels as ourselves we're open to ask about certain type of labels and we'll make our best to find them! Tho we don't promise answer all those flags as some labels can feel uncomfy for us in a general meaning

There's also this little dynamic where you can ask for a sign off or name (shown under the cut) and a specific type of term (like xenogender, gender system, orientation, alterhuman, etc.) and we're gonna share all the terms that the alter has behind that category

We might also do some posts asking if someone knows a term for a specific description we have, not super sure and they won't be that common, but we're gonna do them from time to time!

For now this is all the things you'll find here, there's more information about the blog below the cut! Isn't super crucial for understanding the blog point but I think is worth the shot to add and read if you're interested in seeing/stayin in this blog

Silly extras

This isn't a coining blog!! We love coining terms tho, we have a side blog just made to coining things for ourselves and other. No, we're not gonna share the account here as we don't personally feel comfortable having ourselves associated directly to our coining blog, but you'll see us reblog from that blog, you just need to figure out what blog is (Or you can just ask us in dm if you're really that interested)

We don't fucking care about any type of discourse so don't ask about any stance because you'll be ignored, sorry not sorry

Some terms aren't exactly collective, but multiple alters use them, so if you see a term that has multiple alert tags it isn't collective, just that some share labels, after all is still the same brain, so shared labels might happen well often!

This is a hoarding sideblog so don't expect any of our interest be shown here, maybe some of them thanks to some labels but that's it, we're not sure if we're gonna do real posts outside ask, as in like, talking about labels, so that's a possibility you might want to have into consideration ig!

(Might be edited if we decided to do it) Doing some kind of graphics with flags and terms is a possibility that might be added to this blog, for now is just flag pixels into consideration, but this might change later on! We just want to know how the blog goes before making this kind of decision

Tag system

Basic tags

#×⟢ ∿ Sneaky stash and snatch∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Terms that go into the hoard, normally reblogs

#×⟢ ∿ Yip-byte beep∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Talking posts, usually not put into hoarding related posts

#×⟢ ∿ Sniff out code∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ All answered asks

#×⟢ ∿ Behold shiny stash∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Ask about some alter/collective hoard(s)

Organization tags

#×⟢ ∿ Xeneogenders∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Xeno and neo genders

#×⟢ ∿ Gender∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Genders, this can include system genders or other subcategories of gender that doesn't fall into the neo/xeno genders umbrella (Or at least what we classify as xeno/neo gender)

#×⟢ ∿ Orientation∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Orientations exclusive, tertiary or other types of attraction doesn't fall into this category

#×⟢ ∿ Attraction∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Attraction types in which describes the type of attraction, isn't the same as orientation

#×⟢ ∿ Alterhuman∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Alterhuman terms that can be any type of alterhumanity

#×⟢ ∿ Disorder∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Disorder related terms, normally DID but isn't exclusive for that

#×⟢ ∿ Hoarder∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Hoarder, collector or similar terms

#×⟢ ∿ Description∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Labels that describe, just as presentation, identity or any kind of thing that describes someone's identity without exactly being fit into the previous categories

#×⟢ ∿ Misc∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Terms that don't fit in any of the previous category (if the term is repeated a lot might get its own category in the tags)

#×⟢ ∿ Template∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Reblogging any template or flag resource we found, this is for our personal coining that might or not end up later into our hoard

Who tags

#×⟢ ∿ Fungi Den∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Collective labels

#×⟢ ∿ Crypted Codefug∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺ Complicated, unsorted/unknown/depends/multiple (All those labels that can't be really sorted with a name)

#×⟢ ∿ Lannone ☕∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺

#×⟢ ∿ Pyro 🔩∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺

#×⟢ ∿ Maylen 💜∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺

#×⟢ ∿ Splinter 🕸️∿ 𓃥⊹ ࣪ ˖↺

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Tag list might be updated if needed, specially the alters part

That's all this blog has to offer, for a better friendship or interaction you can go and check out our main blog, we're 100% open to new friends and interaction, just this blog isn't for that

If you're a follower, then hello!! It's nice to see someone interested in this little random hoard

Thanks for reading all of this long ass post, tho it might get update kinda frequently lol

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ducki3xd · 7 months ago

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Introductory Post

Hello there!! My name is Sal, and I'm one of the hosts of our system

We're collectively known as Duckie or DuBr and use He/Him pronouns!!

Bodily, we are a minor but we don't mind talking to adults!!

Underneath our BYF is a bunch of links to posts we've made, talking about our stances, opinions, and feelings on different things.

DNI/BYF

DNI:

Kink/fetish blogs, pro/neu endo, transphobes, racists, sexists, pedos, ableists, homophobes, anti xenogenders, anti alter/nonhuman, harmful paras, lgbt exclusionists, proshippers, fujioshis, anti age/petre and age/petre sexualisers

BYF:

We are bodily a minor, as stated above!! We don't like engaging in syscourse but we are anti endo.

Our issue with anti-self-dx people

Stuff about pedos

Don't listen to ableists

Host Intros

◡✞ Sal 🎸◡ He/Him◞ Primary Host

◡✞ Sonic 🦔◡ He/Him◞ Primary Host

◡✞ Toby 🪓◡ He/Him◞ Secondary Host

◡✞ Grian 🦜◡ He/Him◞ Tertiary Host

Side Blogs

@ax3-sllng3r - Run by Toby

@sonixspaze - Run by Sonic

@paris-black-cat - Run by Adrien

@vampire-central - Another collective blog dedicated to vampires

Our Tags

Rambles from [name] - Posts made by that alter

☆ Our Asks Answered - Answers to any asks we've received

Socials

Discord Server

Carrd

Simply Plural - Ducki3_XD

^^^ Ask before friend req

Extras

We collectively identify as a nonhuman

We know our alter count just as much as you do

Our frequent fronters change often

We have a crap ton of Sonic alters

Yes, we have DSMP alters but they heavily dislike their source

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my-er-briggs · 5 days ago

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Alhaitham - ENTJ

I will be going into detail on why I think ENTJ is more appropriate than INTJ for Alhaitham.

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Alhaitham is a character whose focus is on living a fulfilling, simple, life. He doesn’t care about external status, and even benefits from his label as an unsociable lunatic. He is unambitious, and is quite content to hand off his prestigious title of Grand Sage as fast as he can. His trailer’s message can be summarized to “think more and act less, everything is connected”. These are the common talking points in favour of him being an INTJ. Let’s go over these – I won’t be addressing social cognition as it’s not included in this system.

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⟡ Te is goal oriented, maximizing efficiency. Alhaitham has no interest in advancing in his job, but focuses all of his time and energy into his own personal interests. He is an extremely objective character, and this is even brought up by other playable characters – that he is “too logical” and difficult to associate with.

“However, the ENTJ’s Achilles heel, like that of the ESTJ, is their repressed Fi. If we imagine Te as a bulldozer and Fi as a protestor, then the ENTJ’s bulldozer runs the protestors over without mercy. This can be a serious problem for the ENTJ for two reasons. First, like the ESTJ, the ENTJ can have difficulty appreciating or taking into account the emotional values of others in their goals. This attributes to the ENTJ’s brutality in combat, because they are repressing the function that normally values inner sentimentality. This can even, if unchecked, become sadistic, in the sense that the ENTJ can have trouble telling if they are becoming too aggressive and are actually hurting people.” – Pierce on ENTJs

⟡ Alhaitham is actually quite objective and good natured when speaking about most of the Sumeru cast (save for Kaveh to an extent). He makes no personal judgements or snide remarks about people he doesn’t agree with (Dori) despite people seeing him as rude, he only expresses a personal opinion on his closest friend (Kaveh), and even then, it was his objective comment that Kaveh’s flaw of helping too much being unsustainable was what led to their falling out in their Akademiya years.

*Even his comment on Kaveh aligns with inferior Fi pointing out the strong emotional display.

⟡ Tertiary Fi will still make itself known – Alhaitham doesn’t display a deep, emotionally charged personal philosophy—instead, he analyzes situations purely through logic and takes actions that optimize outcomes, not ones that align with strong personal beliefs. His stance against the sages was not brought about by ethics, but that the aftermath would inevitably make his life much more difficult. The closest we get is his distaste for the lazy sages, and how people will become slaves to orders and unable to question things for themselves if their plan with the Akasha is successful.

⟡ Alhaitham when rejecting Siraj’s premise about the hivemind did not focus on the ethics, ie: “it’s morally reprehensible to subjugate individuals to a hivemind” but the realistic impracticality of it; your premise of the hivemind is fundamentally flawed and bound to fall apart.

If he had tertiary Fi, we might expect more moments of moral contemplation or personal beliefs, yet he rarely shows any focus or introspection about his morality.

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Alhaitham’s Ni is undeniable, but why is it not his dominant function?

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Let’s look at some more examples of clear Te to keep in mind.

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Alhaitham’s dialogue is largely Te oriented, especially his vision; if we contrast his dialogue with the other cast, it aligns much more closely with other Te users. Let’s look at some Ni dominant lines.

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Scaramouche: “A puppet consumed by a raging fire will leave behind ashes. As for what will emerge from them....” “I'll leave that kind of thing to fate. Obsessing over something that's destined to be ever out of one's reach is just a waste of time. I have more important things to attend to at the moment.”

Ei: “All the world holds dear is but a backdrop of constant motion. I stand before it alone and unchanging.” “ Rainfall alone does not constitute a storm. Thunder is required.” “Thunder's roar and lightning's flash. So ephemeral. This is why reaching Eternity is desirable. ...Actually, this is why reaching Eternity is necessary.”

INFJ

Xingqiu: "I've come to an epiphany based on some things I've been reading — ultimately, the arts of both the polearm and the sword are just the art of the "eye." Ugh, it's a little difficult to explain…If you want to know more, come with me to Wangshan Hall. But first, you have to promise me you won't laugh." Nahida: “Can you hear that? The heavens are whispering to all living things, "It's time for bed now."”

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ENTJ Ayato: “A Vision is an eminently useful tool, so it only makes sense to put it to good use. Also, I like to think it's happiest in my possession because it has the chance to shine away in all its glory.”

Let’s compare this with Alhaitham’s vision line: “To be completely honest, this Dendro Vision isn't of much help to my research... However, there's no denying the effectiveness of elemental powers when settling a physical dispute, so it still proves useful at times.”

Here we see him focusing on it like a tool, very Te.

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“All scholars seek knowledge and the truth. Some do so for fame, while others, for ambition. And some others enjoy conquering knowledge and the truth, transcending them, and savoring the sense of superiority in the process. Alhaitham isn’t any one of them. He is only driven by what intrigues him. He believes that many scholars have already become lost in their pursuits, taking the truth as a tool or even a shortcut to self-realization.”

⟡ This is Te, it is something external to be analyzed and used effectively, rather than something mystical or transformative. Ni-dominant characters (like Mona, Scaramouche, Raiden Ei) tend to view knowledge as a means to a grander vision or existential understanding. Alhaitham in contrast sees the pursuit of knowledge as a practical exercise based on curiosity, disagreeing with the idea that truth is a path to self-fulfillment.

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⟡ENTJs do not seek meaning before structure—instead, they use their auxiliary Ni to foresee how structures should be arranged.

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“There are many things in this world that may catch our eye, but don't always believe what you see. If what we see in the world were all there was to it, then there'd be no need to think, would there?”

⟡ This might seem like an Ni statement initially, but Alhaitham isn’t emphasizing subjective insight or hidden meanings; he is advocating for rational thought as a necessity rather than relying on perception alone. This is external Te: one must think critically, using logic to analyze and verify, rather than intuitively assuming deeper truths.

“They are a Judging type, they prefer extroverted judging and introverted perceiving. You could say that they are more aggressive towards the outside world and more receptive towards their inner experience.

Their preferred way of doing this is through extroverted thinking and introverted intuition. Extroverted thinking is inductive. It forms conclusions based on objective data, which they then aggressively try to fulfill. Meanwhile, introverted intuition is contemplative, in that it has no real interest in reality, but perceives the possibilities of ideas within their own mind, developing more and more compelling and intellectual ideas, theories and understandings. The INTJ, then, is a “trailblazer” for whom their subjective perceptions and musings hold more importance and interest than objective data and its resultant conclusions. They are primarily concerned with perceiving the possibilities of internal ideas, developing compelling intellectual insights.” Pierce on INTJs

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“Everything is connected. All I have to do is find the weakest link, deal with the causal factors, and everything else tends to resolve itself.” ⟡This is line is commonly used to prop up Ni, but we have to look at the context. Alhaitham is using the Te approach of maximizing his efficiency when dealing with problems: use problem solving to identify the weak point as the most efficient way to solve the problem at hand. He’s judging the concrete external data. “ENTJs analyze the rules of the game, finding every place where efficiency might be maximized, including themselves. They are oriented towards constant self-development, seeking optimization of their own workings.They reduce every resource to its essential nature (relative to their goal), and structure the situation in the most advantageous manner.“

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⟡Alhaitham does not act based on an inner subjective vision. Instead, his Ni serves his Te framework by recognizing how things should be arranged logically rather than focusing on a personal interpretation of reality.

"The collective needs motivation to execute its plans, just as machinery requires energy to operate."

Let’s look at Raiden Ei as an example of an INTJ:

"The world remains constant over the centuries. But human life is like the dew at dawn or a bubble rising through water. Transitory."

⟡Alhaitham doesn’t speak this way—his analogies are concrete, structured, and directly applicable. Ei makes use of poetic or metaphorical speech detached from tangible reality.

ENTJs are more adaptable because they rely on real-world structures, while INTJs go by an internal vision.

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As stated above, Alhaitham is not rigid in his philosophy. If a more efficient way arises, he will adopt it (truth serves no master).

INTJs stick to their vision even when dealing with inefficiency. Their Te serves Ni rather than the other way around.

The statement above also is an example of Alhaitham seeing logic as a tool to be used, focusing on its functional purpose rather than subjective interpretation, focusing on how systems work objectively.

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“However, whether one seeks it or not, the truth is always there, hanging high above the sky like an illuminating star. It is not the end of a trip or the destination of a match. It is and shall remain constant, regardless of human existence. Also, human pursuits will not simply end after certain knowledge has been acquired — though people never doubt that they can claim the fruit with joy and are prepared to sacrifice everything for it, their desire for knowledge will keep them going.”

⟡ While this is abstract and showcases Ni, Alhaitham is not trying to synthesize a deeper, subjective meaning of truth. Instead, he presents truth as an objective constant, independent of human perception— showing Te’s external objectivity rather than Ni’s inward conceptualization. His statement is descriptive, not interpretative. (*Alhaitham character story one. It’s not clear if this is the direct thinking of Alhaitham, or the third person narrator filling us in on his characterization.)

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⟡ “Alhaitham has no desire to take charge or influence people. Does this not directly contradict ENTJ?”

This to me is probably the most compelling point against ENTJ. To an extent, Te will typically manage inefficient systems.

⟡ ENTJs may value efficiency over authority. If leading is inefficient or undesirable, they won't see the point of it – we see this all the time with him rejecting extra unnecessary work and things that will waste his time.

Alhaitham finds leadership tiresome and inconvenient, but he still has a Te-dominant approach regarding his areas of focus and everyday life.

⟡He removes himself from unnecessary involvement, which is more about personal preference. We do see him very competently step up to take care of planning and acting out the plan against the sages, but it is clear that leadership and management is something he personally dislikes.

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“The ENTJ’s tertiary function is Se, and this gives a similar contrast between the INTJ and ENTJ as it does with the INFJ and ENFJ, in that the ENTJ has a better relationship with actual facts and reality. They possess both a contemplative perception of inner possibilities and a clear perception of the current state of affairs. For this reason the ENTJ is more comfortable working in real time, adapting to changes in the here and now.

While the INTJ wants to prevent interference in the manifestation of their vision, the ENTJ is not nearly as concerned with this, and may even welcome the challenge of real time changes and problems so that they can demonstrate their strategic prowess and flexibility.”

Pierce on ENTJ

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I don’t have much to say on Se, the crux of this post is on addressing Ni and Te placement. Referring to the previous Pierce writing on INTJ, inferior Se cuts INTJ off from tangible reality to an extent. ENTJ has Ni and Se balanced in the middle of the stack, making it less likely for them to skip over the tangible facts and reality of the situation.

Unlike the ENTJ who is primarily interested in inductive reasoning and determining logical inconsistencies, this is not the focus of the INTJ. The INTJ, like the INFJ, is first an internal perceiver who gets hunches or sees visions of how the world really works.

Like the INFJ, the INTJ represses Se, which results in similar difficulties and reservations. The INTJ’s perception of the real world is very unreliable; they are so focused on what could be that it takes concerted and unpleasant effort to focus on what already is. As a result the INTJ often misses or ignores even large amounts of data in the conception of their vision, always drifting away from reality before managing to review all the evidence.

Pierce on INTJ

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Closing notes

I do see the merit in INTJ as a stance, and I do recognize that ENTJ is not infallible. However, regarding Alhaitham as a whole, he follows the trend of the objective impersonal truth seeker who lacks strong subjective visions, which leans more closely with ENTJ than INTJ.

Thank you for reading!

#ENTJ #Alhaitham #Genshin Impact #MBTI #long post

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personality-corner · 9 months ago

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Astrid Hofferson

ISTJ

I forgot how good this movie is.

Dominant Si (Introverted Sensing) / Inferior Ne (Extroverted Intuition)

Astrid is guided by her experiences, and can very easily tell if her environment doesn’t match what she’s used to. She is skeptical of Hiccup’s new found skills, despite never really caring much about him before, after observing how much he struggled with it before. Throughout the movie, she is also a stickler for tradition, eager to fight her parents’ war, and it isn’t until she is shown otherwise that she starts to change her mind about things. She tends to be understanding of the world around her, and she knows how it works, which is how she ends up being so good at dragon fighting. She also tends to be more level-headed than the other students, as she wants to know as much as she can about her environment before jumping in headfirst.

Auxiliary Te (Extroverted Thinking) / Tertiary Fi (Intoverted Feeling)

Astrid tends to develop a lot of the knowledge she has about the world around her by reading books and obtains knowledge and data from outside sources. Out of everyone in the group, she is one of two who read the book on dragons before Gobber even assigned it to them. When she becomes suspicious of Hiccup’s motives, she follows him into the woods, and sees for herself what is going on, before coming to her own conclusions or accusing him of doing something. She is also shown to have a strong sense of morality, and doesn’t tend to follow the crowd. In the beginning, she is the only one we see who isn’t mocking Hiccup or even laughing at the jokes the others are making at his expense, even if she wasn’t particularly fond of him at this point. She is also able to change her moral stance based on new information when she sees how dragons act for herself.

#mbti #istj #astrid hofferson #how to train your dragon

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auntbibby · 29 days ago

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i wrote chapter 2 to this scifi furry empty spaces story. its on deviantart here & furaffinity here. its inspired by living in psych wards and group homes as a person who has violent meltdowns.

i remember the stomping of boots. sounds of harsh movement; thick clothing thrashing thru my bedroom door. sleep paralysis giving way to waking up giving way to fear. then a loud blinking noise as a sharp pain in my neck put me back to sleep.

ohhh…. that nightmare again. i turned over in my giant doggy nest and licked my muzzle. that was the night the canadian government kidnapped me and took me here. my last memory of my normal human life.

the government had predicted using their internet algorithms that i was just about to turn anomalous. so they faked my death with a 3d printed corpse. i still wonder what my parents thought of me “dying”. they were probly very sad.

no time for me to be sad today though. today was the day i was going to eat in the communal cafeteria!!!!! with the other anomalies!!!! as i climbed out of my nest my tail wagged. i was so excited. i had to prove i was safe to be around for what felt like MONTHS to get this privilege. my….. meltdowns…… had slowed the approval process, but i made up for it by bein cheerful & cooperative most of the time!!!!

3 hours later, long after the tertiary guards had brought my breakfast to my living quarters and i had eaten it, vibrating in anticipation like a chihuahua, the alarm finally rang again.

*EEEENNNNGHHH!!!*

*click* *wheeeeze*

my primary security guard walked in, wearing full-body armor and holding a tranquilizer gun as usual.

“hey tina!! hows ur morning going?”

he was followed by 3 secondary guards.

“hi zayn!!” i yowled. “im exci….. ive had a decent mornin. im excited for lunch!!!!!!!!”

the primary guard armed his tranq gun with a *click*. “well, im glad ur excited!!!! we cant go yet though, tina, we gotta wait fiiiiiive minutes okay??”

i turned my head sideways and involuntarily made a slow rising grunt. “we……. umm…… ya?”

i could smell the guards sweating. “yeah just five minutes tina!” zayn was coincidentally inbetween me & the door.

i went and sat down as a show of peace. “ok bub. but dont stretch it out past five minutes please if u can please.” i whined.

the guards all relaxed their stances a little.

7 minutes later, the primary guard turned his head and put his hand to his ear. “affirmative. affirmative. negative. ok moving to checkpoint.” he turned back to me. “hey tina we can go now ok??”

i stood up and tippytoed from one hindfoot to the other a few times, nodding my head excitedly and panting. “ok good ya!!!! lets go!!!!! ill stay close!!!!!”

we walked with two security guards in front of me & two behind me. the hallways were long and confusing. i smelled what smelled like a swamp behind one door we passed, and i heard loud dialup computer modem noises behind another. finally we reached a very large double door that had many smells coming from it.

“affirmative. checkpoint reached.” said zayn.

*EEEENNNGGHHHH* rang the alarm

*click* *wheeeeezze* the doubledoors opened on their own.

inside was a vast sterile grid of benches & tables. over on the side one bench was bent in half vertically upwards, and a big roomba-like robot was cleaning up murky liquid off of it and the floor beneath.

in seemingly random spots among the grid of benches & tables there were anomalous folks eating lunch. some were big like me, some were human sized, one of them i couldnt look directly at for some reason (they smelled like rotten eggs).

my primary guard zayn motioned toward a table which had a big bowl on it. “hey tina your lunch is over here dear!!” i started walking toward it but stopped to look out at the other anomalies. i waved at one that looked like a cross between a giant bug and a sexy lady. she smelled like ladybugs. after a moment she waved back!!!!!!! i was so happy; my tail wagged rapidly. my social urge fulfilled, i went & sat down with my bowl & started eating.

my guards had gone to stand at the wall after a while. after i finished licking my bowl clean, i looked back at them nervously, and turned & slowly began to walk toward the bug lady.

my guards immediatelly started running to stop me. “tina lets go back to your living quarters okay? we’re all done our food huh?? tina??” zayn was pulling at me. all four guards had their tranq guns armed.

“i want to talk to the nice person!!!!” i yowled. “she….they seem nice!!!!!” i turned around to Zayn. “pleease????”

zayn shook his helmeted head. “im sorry but youre not approved for interpersonal anomaly-to-anomaly contact tina…. srry.”

i howled quietly. i turned my head to look back at the bug lady.

she was waving!!!!!!!!

i waved back enthusiastically, then turned and walked away with my guards over and out the double-doors.

that night, when the tertiary guards brought my supper to my living quarters, zayn turned to me.

“im sorry u didnt get to talk to Blum- uh… i mean The Nice Person”

i looked away to hide my smile. “thats ok zayn. im sorry if i broke the rules again.”

“no” zayn turned back toward the door of my living quarters to leave. “ur impatience is understandable. i hope u enjoy your supper tina.” all the guards walked out of my room to let me eat in peace.

Blumo…… i thought to myself.

he was gonna say Blumo…..

her name is Blumo…..

i wagged my tail as i ate my supper from my bowl.

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profoundfics · 1 month ago

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Tertiary Opinions I/III

Unorthodox Introductions - III: The Spitefilled Assassin

Rating: Mature - Canon Typical Violence and Sex

Pairing: Rook Ingellvar x Emmrich Volkarin (Neve Gallus x Lucanis Dellamort | Lace Harding x Taash)

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‘These doors are powerfully warded,’ Emmrich announced, frowning as he manipulated the magical eddies around the door the wisps had displaced themselves from. ‘But someone passed through them recently.’

‘The Hand of Glory?’ Rook asked, glancing up from where she was studying a shimmering representation of ward over empty wisp receptacles.

Emmrich nodded. ‘Or by some other malevolent force.’

‘Is it wise then? To return the wisps and open the door?’ Lucanis asked as Rook wove a spell that warped around the receptacle then created a thin trail across the room.

‘The wisps act as the final layer of protection to the room, but also the means to unlock it. Very specific wording has to be used on each wisp to achieve that,’ said Emmrich as Rook got to her feet.

‘And you know that wording?’ Rook asked.

‘I will simply ask,’ Emmrich replied, as he followed the trail from Rook’s spell.

‘You can talk to Wisps?’ Lucanis asked.

Emmrich was aware he wasn’t talking to him but to Rook, who remained silent. A cursory glance over his shoulder allowed him to observe the slight shift in Rook’s shoulder for a shrug. He had already observed that her communication with wisps caught glimpses of intention, as was normal for a Watcher, but little more.

Rook followed him, watching quietly as he spoke with the wisps before assisting with returning them to their receptacles for recovery. Each time he spoke the unlocking charm, Emmrich noticed Rook watched the ward’s weave as it changed, head tilted to the side with her lips pressed together in contemplation.

‘I’m trying to see if the weave gives any indication as to what is actually behind the door,’ Rook explained when she caught him watching. ‘The bulwark of weave is relatively modern, but the shifting inscriptions are positively archaic.’

‘So, something ancient?’ Lucanis asked.

Rook shrugged before leaning in closer to the shimmering representation of the ward she had conjured. ‘There can be a lot of power in old invocations when the emphasis is on how something is said rather than what. Of course, it could be ancient and the wardweaves were renewed where possible before this portion of the Necropolis was lost.’

‘I do not feel reassured,’ Lucanis ground out.

‘I can probably guarantee that what’s behind there isn’t as bad as the Elven Gods,’ Rook remarked sardonically. ‘Let’s see what the last wisp tells us.’

‘I wish I’d stayed up in the library with Audric,’ Lucanis muttered mutinously, referring to the offer the Library attendant had extended him in a bid to find out if there was anything within the Necropolis’ archive about spirit possession in non-mages.

‘We’ll go hunting for the Venatori in the side chambers after,’ she replied brightly, patting Lucanis’ arm in a comforting gesture before she turned her attention back to Emmrich. ‘Let’s get this finished.’

As the door finally opened, Rook took point, the magic imbued in her shield charging as she whispered the invocations that gave it the ability to bounce off enemies and return to her. In the dim light, Emmrich could see dead bodies on the floor below them. Judging by the smell, they were relatively recent deaths. But something stilled the air around them suggesting they were not alone. Beside him, he could tell that Rook had the same feeling. She had taken a defensive stance. Even with her full set armour on, she moved with catlike elegance, eyes alight in the faint green glow of the magic she was still weaving around her; wards for added protection that she extended to him and Lucanis.

The spirits had barely manifested before Rook launched her first attack, turning in an elegant spin more akin to a dancer than fighter but for the roar of effort as she threw her shield. Emmrich had found himself watching her train on a number of occasions in that last week. She moved with a liquid fluidity that suggested her technique was finely honed and not just the result of her Reaper training.

She threw out her crystal blades after returning her shield back into the fray with a spin that maintained the momentum of her attack. Emmrich followed up with a ghostly, skeleton summoning that reached out to the deadly crystals. The spirit exploded in a burst of necrotic energy and the summon turned its gaze on a second spirit, exacting a smaller but no less devastating attack. At the same time, Lucanis brought his blades downward into the equivalent of the shoulder blades of a spinning envy spirit as Spite hissed loudly. Rook brought her shield down on the spinning entity before turning, pointing her sword’s ruby and jade pommel at the remaining spirit and using a wardweave to prevent a flanking attack.

As the spirit bounced off the ward, Emmrich responded with a vine of necrotic tendrils, wrapping themselves around the spirit and dragging it further away.

‘Thanks, Emmrich,’ Rook managed above the din, slamming her blade into envy, hollering an evocation as she twisted so she held the sword correctly.

Envy died on her word and blade. Rook stumbled back, having to stopp herself from falling over the remains of a Venatori foot solider. Straightening she looked over the remains of their battlefield, eyes lingering on the dead bodies.

‘They certainly got more than they bargained for,’ she muttered.

Emmrich moved towards the door at the far end, pausing when he was level with Rook as she sheathed her sword.

‘Any ideas?’ She asked.

He’d never seen this chamber or the door before but Emmrich knew he had only really seen the merest fraction of the ever growing Necropolis. He shook his head, but he could sense something ancient beyond the wards.

‘Perhaps there is something on these bastards that could indicate what they were hoping to find down here,’ Lucanis suggested.

‘There was a note on one of the bodies we found in the upper chamber making note to something powerful enough to sway the whole Necropolis,’ mused Rook, pulling free a note from a pouch on her belt and looking over it. ‘But I was assuming it would be something further down.’

She stepped around Emmrich as she folded it away again. Beside him, she held out her hand, palm forward. ‘Nochdaidh na h-uile.’

It was an old spell, and not one Emmrich heard often used because it was unspecific in its request. He wouldn’t have ever suggested one of his student’s use it, but Rook turned her hand, manipulating the currents of the Fade around them. Then he saw it; a dark stillness that suddenly rushed them.

He and Rook were blown off their feet, hurtled backwards while Lucanis stumbled, protected by being further away.

‘Get back,’ a voice growled from the door as he pushed himself up.

Rook had already managed to get to her feet in a swift acrobatic motion that started with her rolling onto her back. Her sword already drawn and shield up.

‘Are you Venatori? Other sniffing rats? What form have you all?’ The voice continued. ‘This vault's riches are mine. I tore them from the dead, and with me they will remain.’

‘Make it. Stop,’ Spite hissed through Lucanis before the assassin wrestled back control. ‘Has to be a demon.’

Emmrich brushed off his robes. ‘And a powerful one, to have been kept behind such ancient locks instead of simply banished.’

Rook frowned, her eyes on the tombscript sigils above the door. ‘These are holding, but for how long is anyone’s guess.’ She looked at Emmrich. ‘This door isn’t particularly old. Certainly wasn’t built for specifically holding back an ancient powerful, malevolent spirit.’

‘Just because that door isn’t,’ Emmrich pointed out ‘doesn’t mean there isn’t an older one behind it that arrived at this location in an earlier reshuffle.’

‘Right,’ conceded Rook, dropping her shield arm a little but not fully slipping out of her defensive stance. ‘Fair point. Why don’t we see what these guys knew? Lucanis?’

‘I don’t know,’ he said quietly. ‘Spite is urging us to leave.’

‘We can’t just leave without understanding what could be back there - lives,’ said Rook emphatically, ‘and unlives are at risk if that thing gets free. The Necropolis itself could be in danger, depending on what it is.’

‘Rook is sadly correct on that front,’ Emmrich agreed. ‘Let’s search these bodies.’

He found the note on a particularly mutilated corpse. Lucanis pondered aloud on what had happened down here but the answer was painfully obvious; whatever lay behind the door influenced the Venatori one by one, wearing down their mental defences with its whisperings until they destroyed themselves.

‘This says that there are magical loci projecting into the upper world,’ he informed the other two. ‘Demons spawn on the locations and once all three are killed, the door will become unsealed. But until we kill what is within, those demons will continue to manifest.’

Again Rook was frowning. She’d sheathed her sword but still held her shield.

‘Loci wards are incredibly difficult spells to weave,’ she said, walking towards the door then lifting onto her tiptoes to try and get a better look at sigils. ‘These weren’t done in a hurry.’

Emmrich knew how they worked but his own studies had rarely brought him into contact with them. Not only were they difficult, locus spells were also unreliable if they were not properly maintained. Judging by the note in his hand, that had been the case here if the spirit beyond was capable of projecting itself at the spells’ anchor point.

‘So,’ Rook continued, no longer on her tiptoes. ‘We’ve got a two massively intricate wardweaves, possibly more beyond, that take a lot of work to break, holding back a spirit that managed to convince a dozen Venatori to mutilate themselves, and each other, and has reversed the flow of a loci wardweave to project demons across the world.’ Her gaze levelled on Emmrich. ‘Surely something like this would be in the annals?’

‘While no one can profess to know about every entity within the Necropolis,’ Emmrich replied, straightening to his full height. ‘This does strike me as something senior members of the order should be aware of. If only to check that all the safeguards remain effective.’

‘Well, those ones were,’ Rook said, pointing at the open doors to the Belfry. ‘But these haven’t been touched since they were first inscribed.’

‘So, what do we do about it?’ Lucanis asked.

Rook crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot with her lips pressed in a thin line. ‘We could try and track down the locus points, destroy the demons and then whatever is behind that door or we could seal it back up and hope it never escapes.’

‘Neither of those seem to be a particularly attractive solution,’ said Emmrich solemnly. ‘Not without knowing what it is in the first place.’

Rook bristled as if there was censure in his words. Her gaze became hard, steel grey solidifying over the blue.

‘We should speak to Myrna and VORGOTH,’ she decided, ‘once we’ve cleared the rest of the Venatori from the surrounding chambers.’

She stalked off towards the entrance to the Belfry. Rook still held her shield and while her arms were covered in metal and robes, Emmrich had the distinct impression her biceps were likely bulging from the way her fingers clenched over the handle. Lucanis was eyeing her appreciatively and their eyes met for a brief moment before Lucanis looked away with colour high on his cheeks. Emmrich understood the appeal; Rook was intelligent and beautiful, commanding a presence that was difficult to look away from.

‘As a spirit mage,’ Lucanis ventured as they returned to the Belfry Chamber, ‘are you able to sense Spite the same way you sense wisps?’

‘Yes,’ he replied, grateful a line of conversation had started to pull him from his musings on Rook. ‘And I’m sorry that you two came together in such unjust circumstances.’

‘Unjust? I was pulled. Dragged. Forced.’

Emmrich nodded, listening to the spirit, its own voice different to what he sounded like when he took over Lucanis with a pulling undertow of sadness. ‘You have my sympathies.’

Lucanis paused, staring at him. Rook had also come to a halt turning enough to observe them over her shoulder.

‘You can hear Spite? Even when he doesn’t take me over?’ Lucanis asked with surprised incredulity.

‘This close? Yes,’ he replied simply.

Lucanis turned to Rook. ‘Can you?’

She shook her head, lifting her shield. ‘Shield slinger, remember. I’d have to cast a spell to do that as my attunement to the Fade is slightlydifferent to that of a Spirit Caller.’

Emmrich frowned at her use of the derogatory term for Reapers. It was used by those who considered themselves pure mages. Before he could remark on her language, she turned and continued into the side chamber that spiralled around the Belfry to the upper levels. A barrier had been erected and Rook looked at it with a sardonic kink to her eyebrow.

‘You’d think they’d have stayed away after the last clear out,’ Rook mused. ‘Or that they’d have at least thought twice about returning.’

‘They did,’ said Lucanis sardonically. ‘It’s why it took them ten days to return instead of a mere five. You gave them pause. And you will do so again.’

‘It would be preferable if we didn’t need to give them pause,’ Emmrich said. ‘Outright preventing them from entering the Necropolis would be preferable.’

Rook hummed in agreement.

‘Perhaps you could speak to some of the captains?’ Emmrich suggested.

She spun around, her expression dark and incredulous. ‘And give them an opportunity to arrest me so they can finish their court martial? No thank you.’ She spat the last words out before smashing the crystal holding up the barrier, marching towards their new enemies.

#dragon age: the veilguard #emmrich volkarin #emmrich x ingellvar #rook x emmrich #rook ingellvar #lucanis dellamorte #emmrich romance #da4 fic #datv fanfic #mourn watch

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