#coming back wrong

[congratulationsonstayingalive]

Georgie hearing about the new Archivist and seeing the tape recorders and immediately assuming it's Jon. How afraid she sounds of him being back.

The last time she saw him was the literal apocalypse, and things weren't great, but at least they were allies. At least she could see tha Jon was (mostly) still him and still trying to put things right. And now he may be alive again, but it's not even the Jon from then it's something even more monstrous than before. She thought he was dead but he's something worse.

Anyway, I love the trope of people coming back wrong and their friends/loved ones having to deal with that.

The added irony of this instance is, that isn't even Jon. But he's still, in his own special way, alive yet wrong.

[slayerdurge]

the hunters hungry A Banishers: Ghosts of New Eden playlist for Red Mac Raith & for Antea Duarte & for all the souls you'd steal to resurrect your lover.

TRACKLIST

Blood Like Lemonade - Morcheeba Hunting high and low To seek revenge Brand new moral code Got made reluctant renegade

Hunting We Will Go - Ki:Theory Down to fate, it's do or die All's fair in love and war To hesitate is suicide The wolves are at your door

Taste You - Melissa Auf der Mar You're disappearing my love I need louder than this, please fill me up Good tidings I bring to you and your sins I'll forgive

Kill For You - Twitching Tongues Seasons change but don't affect The way I feel about you You've given me everything Now I'll give the devil your due

I Will Never Die - Delta Rae Old heat of a raging fire Come and light my eyes Summer's kiss through electric wire But I'll never die

Touched - Vast The razors and the dying roses Plead I don't leave you alone The demigods and hungry ghosts Oh god, god knows I'm not at home

Scream Where My Heart Should Be - 8mm I am what you say I'm not A shadow, a fool A ghost of what you want

In Hell I'll Be In Good Company - The Dead South Dead love couldn't go no further Proud of, and disgusted by her Push, shove, a little bruised & battered Oh Lord, I ain't coming home with you

If I Die - Stonefield Will I see you in the morning? If I die, I'll be calling All alone, you can't hear me Don't let them take me

Say You'll Haunt Me - Stone Sour I will give you anything to Say you wanna stay, you want me too Say you'll never die You'll always haunt me

[the-one-and-only-aroace]

Hazel and grief, in coming back wrong. She died last century, preserved in rock and ice. Her body shall never decay, shall never rest. She died forgotten, without a final resting place. Witches daughters don’t get final funerals, don’t get flowers, don’t get mourning. she is left wandering purgatory with only her memories. All her wrongs, all her loss, contained only within herself. No burden of hers may be shared, because she is surrounded by forgotten memories. Senseless chatter, maddening noise. Surrounded by lives she may never know, never share.

when she’s brought back? She’s in a world entirely changed. The ground she walks on has shifted, changed. The noises, sounds; smells, all of them have changed.

has she changed with it? Has she too shifted from what she died as? Is the body still lying frozen in that ice the same as the one she lives in now? Has she come back wrong? Is she the same Hazel who died?

who would know? Who could tell her? Who could ease her pain caused by a life entirely forgotten? That Hazel is entirely dead now, forgotten by her own soul? Does she even share the same soul, or a poor mimic of it?

[palatteflags]

Clark Kent x Jason Todd (DC), coming back wrong, healing, and falling in love based moodboard~ ^^ For @roughentumble :) Hope you like this!

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[ava-dreel-thinks]

waugh character that have sex for the wrong reasons my beloved

Yesss regain control of your life by fucking people you shouldn’t, disassociate from yourself and become this object they want, isn’t that what sex is all about? Making yourself into the perfect toy? Getting the approvalrespectpowerapprovalappreciationcontrolapproval you so desperately crave need? Isn’t sex all about making the other person happy? No need to make yourself feel good, there is no self! Congrats! You did it! You found the great distraction and escape and feeling everyone talks about when they talk about how good sex feels, doesn’t it feel good to be gone? To not exist for however long the door’s locked? Finally taking a fucking break from yourself just to come back worse!!!

[dominostodoomsday]

Imagine the concept of coming back right.

All of the "flaws" (either perceived by yourself or others) that made you unique have been washed away. You eat healthier, you're always in a good mood, and always make the best moral decisions in any given situation.

But you're still not you, and it's unnerving to everyone you knew before.

[reconstructwriter]

The intrinsic horror of everyone else wanting you to be someone you're not

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

[camille-lachenille]

I’ve been rotating the potential of elves coming back wrong from Mandos, like missing chunks of memory, or with some traits of their personality completely changed, bc try as they want, the Valar just can’t get Elves right when healing them. And I was thinking about the many, many fanons about Lindir’s backstory.

So I mashed the two ideas together

Finrod died in… extremely traumatic circumstances, to use an euphemism, and the Valar found they couldn’t heal him while he kept these memories. So they erased them. Only, whoever did the erasing went a little too strong on it bc they didn’t know how to dose their power for an Elf. And Finrod got re-embodied a little too soon, and was lost bc he didn’t know who were these people around him calling him by names he didn’t know, in a language he didn’t understand.

He knows two things: he likes singing, and he wants to get back home, over the sea.

So Lindir smuggles himself on a ship leaving for the War or Wrath, and just kind of bumbles his way through the whole thing without understanding what it happening. Círdan and Gil-Galad recognise him, so they take him under their protection and set him in charge of the women and children in a refugees camp bc Lindir can’t fight but he sings the best lullabies and loves kids.

At some point, Lindir befriends Elrond, who feels strangely familiar in many ways, and he ends up following him around like a happy, singing shadow. Elrond is put into the secret of Lindir’s real identity and he starts working even harder in his healer studies.

Over the centuries, Elrond manages to help Lindir recover some memories from his first life, though only the happy ones. Lindir forgot Barahir and Beren, forgot all the grief and loss he felt after the passing of Bëor and his other mortal friends, hence the reason why he is so confused by mortals in FOTR. He still loves singing, and regains his taste for jewellery and clothes, and Elrond is only too happy to indulge him.

Eventually, Lindir meets Galadriel, and even tough he can’t reconcile the faint memories of little Artanis clinging to him with sticky hands with the lady in front of him, they become fast friends and Lindir spoils Celebrían rotten bc he’s an uncle!!!

And when time comes to Sail, Lindir follows Elrond like he always has since the end of the First Age, but this time he remembers the family waiting for him in Valinor, even though he still struggles to think of them as his family.

The first thing Elrond does when he sets foot in Valinor, after kissing Celebrían silly, is to walk straight for the Ring of Doom with Lindir and a gaggle of Very Angry Relatives in tow to scream at the Valar with the whole power of the Voice he inherited from Lúthien and trained with Maglor, until the Valar fix Lindir. Galadriel gets to do her scary show too, as a treat.

It takes some time but then the Valar manage to put the memories back into Finrod and he’s as fixed as he can be. He also gets intensive therapy and Huan as a service dog bc 6000 years not being himself are a bit traumatising, but he’s mostly fine at the end of the day.

[platoapproved]

louis + cruelty

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[catblinker]

"my son turned out fine"

ma'am, your son has been dead for years. i'm the demon that pilots his corpse, and he's fucking gone. you might have broken him, raised him wrong and made him confused and fragile and hollow, but i cored him. i slithered for years through the dry ventricles in his empty heart, i fantasized with his tired brain, i coiled around his soul and seduced him and owned him. the second he got away from you and could finally stop struggling, he practically gave himself to me. being dead on his feet already, it was deliciously easy for him to accept the death i promised him. i ripped apart everything that made your son himself, keeping what suits me and forgetting what doesn't, and i wear what he left behind like a favourite outfit. his body's not even recognisable, either- not only has it been used, claimed, and marked by lovers you'd call dangerous, but it's been estrogenised, changed so thoroughly that the tattered scraps of his soul don't recognise it as his anymore. because it's not, because it never really was. because it's mine.

[ariadne-mouse]

I feel fandom would get along a lot better if there was mutual understanding that liking a character, agreeing with a character, and thinking the character is well constructed/executed are all separate (if often overlapping) positions, each with their separate tastes and subjectivities. Also: character portrayals are intended to make the audience feel things; this is separate from (if often overlapping with) analyzing/appreciating their actions and role in the story.

[bastardcatthings]

Gax: Two sides of the same cunt coin

This tomfoolery is a series! [1] [2] [3] [x]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[automatonwithautonomy]

don't talk to me about buffy summers. she didn't come back wrong. she wishes desperately she came back wrong. she's sure she did, because she feels wrong and if it wasn't her dying and it wasn't her being dragged kicking and screaming back to the land of the living and it wasn't her clawing out of her own grave only to have to do it all again then it's just her. it's just that buffy's wrong. she's irreperably broken and all death did was stop her from being able to hide it.

[superbat-lmao]

Jason travels to an alternate universe where Bruce only cares about being Batman. He took in each of his kids to serve the mission, not be his children.

Now, faced with alternate versions of his family, Jason has to grapple with the fact that his Bruce does care, that he is his father. Because the man in front of him now, trying to send him home, isn’t even close.